It's a very ordinary-looking dilapidated bungalow. The other buildings, about the same size, are irregularly distributed in the open corner of the Chaka Salt Lake.

There is a flat of at least 1,000 square meters in the front and back, the ground is paved with very fine pebbles, and the salt pans in the distance glow white in the afternoon sun. In the distance, there are ochre-yellow bare mountains, undulating and undulating, as if in the background of the salt lake. Behind these bare mountains are looming snow-capped mountains. You can't see the direction of the mountain, and you can only see the snow-covered mountain in the clouds. Some people say that it is the holy mountain Kunlun, which can only be seen by those who accumulate virtue and do good.

A cold wind blew from time to time, and it was very clean and cold.

This is where Lord Nodpole is last seen.

Peter walked towards the larger warehouse. He vaguely remembered that when the "Bingguo" landed on the salt lake, it stopped on this cobblestone flat, and the first person walked out of the engine room and walked towards the warehouse like this.

In addition to the light and dark guard posts, only the sheep followed him, and he deliberately let Wu Xi stay on the flying machine, and Peter had his own arrangements.

The door of the warehouse is wooden, and the mottled red paint has peeled off quite a bit. The doors that open and close on both sides are very tall and large, and a huge aircraft like the "Bingguo" seems to be able to enter and exit easily.

As we approached Shen, the evening sun shone from behind the warehouse, and the huge shadow of the warehouse was cast on the cobblestone floor. When Peter approached the gate, he was undoubtedly walking in the shadows.

This place of the hell. How a little evil.

As a Confederation point, there is really no need to inspect such a few dilapidated houses. But today the demons have sent God here, and their hearts are completely here for the sake of nodding. Of course, this is a shocking secret, and no one knows Peter's inner world.

The first name is a private interview with Weifu. In fact, he mysteriously disappeared from Confederate territory. As the interim head of the Confederacy, Peter felt it was his duty to get to the bottom of the matter.

The closer I got to the mottled red lacquer gate, the more I felt a sense of solemnity out of thin air, as if there was suddenly a mysterious substance in the air, attracting, resisting, pulling, and oppressing my body. The pace has become disobedient, and the timid want to stop? No, there is a magnet-like suction pulling at you. If you want to walk quickly, you can't do it, and it feels like someone is always dragging your feet.

When I was only a few steps away from the door, there was a sudden eerie light flashing in the crack of the door, it was obviously the afternoon time, and the evening sun shone from the back of the house, and in any case did not penetrate the tall and thick wall, and the light leaking through the tight door crack was a moment of miserable white, a moment of turquoise, and a moment of bright red, these three rays of light flickered alternately, a bit like the flickering of modern welding arcs. It stands out in the tall shadows of the warehouse.

Peter was a tall man who had never believed in evil and had never heard of a paranormal event at the base of the Salt Lake. He didn't think about the reason, he didn't need to think about it, and when he opened the door, he would know everything. As a confederation point, the heart of the empty eyes has actually taken root in him since he was the chairman of Hualong Hi-Tech.

There are two more steps to step up the steps of the warehouse. Peter motioned to the sheep who followed him to open the door - there must be no one in the warehouse, otherwise, who would dare not open the door early to greet him when he learned that the Confederate point had arrived?

The sheep immediately stepped forward quickly, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, first pushed the two doors with mottled paint, and the sheep used five points of strength, but the gate did not move at all, and it seemed to be pushed on the rock, and the force made his arm sore.

The sheep looked back at Peter, and the master and servant had already been in the same mind. Peter stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to help the sheep, and with this stretch of his hand, he finally knew what the sheep was struggling with.

The sheep had never lost face in front of his master, nodded slightly at Peter, signaled the point to retreat to the bottom of the steps, he quickly unarmed his whole body, and the Gurkha scimitar, which never left his body, was also placed on the steps, and finally took off his shirt. Seeing that Lord Dianyu had retreated beyond the safety line, the muscles of the sheep's whole body swelled like inflation, and his originally short body became even thinner, and after a few moves to improve his qi and chemical power, his feet actually stepped into the stone slab on the steps for a few inches, and his palms began to emit heat, and the red light flashed in his palms. It was also the first time Peter had seen a sheep in this way. This Gurkha secret transmission of the magic of moving mountains and seas is only passed on to the head of his own clan, and the status of the sheep in the Gurkha can be imagined.

Two loud bangs followed, and before Peter could shake his senses, he saw that the dust was flying in front of him, and the ground under his feet was almost trembling, and when he looked closely, it was not all dust, but the main ingredient was the mottled red paint that had long been peeled on the two wooden doors, and the dust was undoubtedly the brick joints on the walls on both sides. The dust settled, and then looked at the door, still not moving, but there were two more bloody palm prints in the half-human height, the palm prints were deeply embedded in the wooden door, and they were like rubbing palm prints, with clear contours of the five fingers, clear skin texture, and extremely smooth depressions. Peter was stunned and well-informed, and he couldn't help but gasp at this moment: this sheep's kung fu is really incredible.

Look at the beggar on the side, his face is pale, his palms are dripping with blood, and he is sitting on the steps dejectedly.

Peter hurried forward to help the sheep up. As soon as I looked up, I suddenly saw a line of words on the wooden door, which was a line of small seals in Yinwen, the handwriting was neat, and there were no traces of axe chisels, which showed that the high skill of the person who left the word was rare. Peter carefully identified the eight small seals, which actually read: "The Lord can enter the door."

Peter stopped and pointed to the line and whispered aloud. Before the words fell, a strong wind blew behind him, and first the fully armed sheep resting on the side, including the Gurkha scimitar, swished and disappeared, and then the strong wind followed, and the sitting sheep disappeared suddenly. Peter stood in front of the gate involuntarily. Before he could come to his senses, there was a "squeak" and both doors opened at the same time. Involuntarily raised his legs to enter the door, and just took two steps forward, the door behind him closed naturally with a "squeak". It was dark in the warehouse.

Bursts of cold and fishy winds rushed towards him from all directions. The darkness that shouldn't have there made him feel terrified in his heart. It's a sunny afternoon, and even though the warehouse is best sealed, there's always a little light in the dark, and as the saying goes, there's no such thing as an impermeable wall. In fact, where there is ventilation, light can pass through. But the situation in front of him told him that this darkness was no longer "black" and "dark" itself, but a substance that absorbed "light" penetrated in, allowing darkness to dominate the time and space in front of him domineeringly, yes, not only space, but also time.

At the moment, Peter is alone, without a secretary, without a guard, any title is meaningless, you are yourself, just a big European man named Peter.

But he clearly felt the aura of Duke Zhao Bingguo.

This should be the place where Brother Bingguo has been. Otherwise, how can there be a familiar atmosphere!

What's going on? This is obviously the room where the head of the head came in for an interview, it is obviously a tall, spacious and luxuriously arranged foreign-related place, the aura of the head is still there, and the unique atmosphere still exists, how can it suddenly become a gloomy haunted house full of demonic spirit?

To this point, Peter still refuses to believe the reality in front of him, and still insists in his heart that this is just an illusion.

Thinking that since he ascended to the position of chairman of Hualong Hi-Tech, how many killing decisions were made in one thought, hundreds of thousands of people all bowed their heads. Hundreds of thousands, among whom there are countless heroes and heroes, who else on earth has his own scenery? Of course, Peter's heart is big, his vision is high, and there is almost no difficulty in front of him. So, the darkness in front of you is a dick? What's more, I went to the base to inspect as a dot, accompanied by public and private security teams. An inexplicable arrogance filled the body in an instant. Peter pulled out his oak pipe and prepared to fill it with shredded tobacco and take two puffs.

"Anyone? what's going on?" Peter was accustomed to shouting with a mouth full of darkness, and in a tone of utter condescension.

Unfortunately, there was no response. It seems that this unusual darkness has prevented the spread of sound.

Peter's mind was a little frightened.

When the things around you are beyond your imagination, it is obvious that this supernormal existence has not acted according to normal thinking.

Grabbing a pinch of tobacco from a special cigarette pack, fumbling for it to fill it into a pipe, and then taking out a lighter and trying to light it, he was disappointed that the lighter didn't spark anyway. Thinking of the darkness that sound could not transmit, Peter was relieved. The first thing that came to his mind was that the space of this warehouse was occupied by another universe in a parallel world (let's call it Universe B for the time being, and the Earth universe where we are located is called Universe A). I came with my own intention, but I unintentionally broke into the world of others. Perhaps, this is also the same experience that Lord Noshou's can't predict.

However, there was not a large group of followers around the Lord. Is there even the invisible retinue that appears in the video? (Peter didn't know the existence of the dragon chieftain Long Kuishan and his party, let alone the existence of the giant water droplet entangled with the Bingguo)

And at this moment, he is just an ordinary member of the Confederation, one of the only remaining life forms on the earth, without a personal guard, without a guard with superior martial arts, everything can only be at peace with what happens. When he was in a dilemma, he gave birth to a kind of pride in adventure.

It was dark in front of me, and I didn't know which direction to take. You can only passively wait. Although there is fear in the heart, the silence is still dominant.

In any case, this Chaka Salt Lake is always the territory of our Confederacy, and on our own territory, we are really not afraid of what moths you will produce.

"Blablah, blah. "It's like a pouring rain falling from the sky, and the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground is all around me, it's real. There was a smell of suffocation in the darkness, but strangely, there was no rain star on Peter's head or body, and he was afraid that he would be slow to react, so he deliberately reached out and touched it, and it was indeed very dry. The sound of the rain became more and more intense, and it was accompanied by several earth-shattering thunders, as if the rain would not stop for a while. Peter was amazed, and tentatively moved several steps forward, backward, left, right, and luckily, the ground was solid, and there was no sign of rain, but he was momentarily troubled by the continuous thunder above his head, what the hell was going on?

After the thunder faintly disappeared, suddenly there was a real sound of waves, as if they were on the seashore, the waves went one after another, some turned into foam in the middle of the way, making a cracking sound, and some hurried to the shore, and the reef of the coast made a crisp collision sound. In the interval between the sound of the waves, there is the neighing of seabirds and the whistle of a ship in the distance. Thinking it was a hallucination, Peter tapped his head and found that he was not confused, which further convinced him that the sound was real. But doubts are growing.

The doubts in the voice were not eliminated, and suddenly a strong light came, which made him dizzy for a while, and he naturally couldn't open his eyes. Moreover, he really felt the heat of the light, coming down from the top of his head, a bit like the spotlight of a theater, but the light of the spotlight was not so strong. But it was clearly a light, but Peter had never seen such a light, and when the light came out, it was like two sharp swords, cutting through the darkness, and there was light in the middle of the light, and there was still darkness on the periphery of the light.

The moment he was illuminated by this warm and mass light, Peter involuntarily bent down, and when the light did not hit him for a long time, Peter quietly straightened his body and found that the light source was actually in the direction of the roof of the warehouse, but it was obviously higher than the roof, and it was obviously shot in mid-air.

Aren't you in an old warehouse?

What about warehouses? Time and space seem to be out of order.

Peter was stunned.