"Gollum..."

Zhou Keer gradually regained consciousness, and heard a sound in his ears like something spitting bubbles in the water, or boiling water.

Barely opened his eyes - no, no, Zhou Ke'er reacted instantly, this is not even called opening his eyes, because... He didn't feel his body.

That's right, it's not just that there are no eyes, it's that the whole body doesn't seem to exist, and only Zhou Keer's exists here... Conscious.

The so-called action of "opening your eyes" is just to allow Zhou Keer to perceive the surrounding environment.

It's not called "seeing", it's a kind of perception that is different from observing with your eyes on a daily basis, and you don't even know the five senses, and there is no such thing as "touch"... It's just very rude, imprinting such a picture in Zhou Keer's consciousness.

Around Zhou Keer's body, the most intuitive and impressive thing is a pale... The stone that looks like an altar - maybe it's just a small stone platform.

That altar is definitely not a natural creation, it seems to be engraved with indescribable, indescribable words, even Zhou Ke'er can't understand what it is, and even when he looks at these words, he will feel a sharp and severe pain, as if something wants to burrow into Zhou Ke'er's consciousness.

The surface of the altar was filled with a red, blood-like liquid, which had not dried up, but was still flowing. It's as if you've just gone through a sacrificial ritual.

There were remnants of some tentacles, or pieces of flesh, like the remains of some indescribable creature, and the remains were connected with white, muscle-like lines, mixed with a scarlet color, moistened by the liquid that seemed to be blood, and shimmered inexplicably in the darkness.

"What kind of place is this? It was just that..."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ke'er did not have any panicked emotions, but was unprecedentedly calm, as if he had entered the "sage mode", perhaps because he was temporarily separated from the physical body and purely existed in the form of a spiritual consciousness?

He looked around again - it didn't seem accurate to say "look around"? In short, it means this - observing the place other than the altar, and finding that there is nothing but the boundless thick black fog, and the things that seem to be hidden in the black fog, although it is imperceptible, but it gives Zhou Ke'er a feeling of "it is indeed there".

"I'm here because... The patient just now? There is only one explanation. But it seems that he fainted in the end. Either he is not the mastermind and is only one of the victims .... Or, he'll need to lose consciousness to get here, and he'll probably be hiding somewhere to observe me..."

Zhou Keer analyzed clearly: "But the problem is, I'm in this place... There doesn't seem to be such a thing as 'where to be located'. I am temporarily separated from the physical body, and although I am uncertain in this place, I feel that I am in a state of "uncertain position" or "loss of the concept of 'position'"...

So if someone really wants to use this method against me, what means will they use to hurt me? Could it be that I am losing consciousness and hurting my real body? No, if that's the case, there's no need for this at all ... After all, it is also a breeze to directly kill a powerless me in reality. ”

Although there were many questions, fortunately, Zhou Ke'er did not fall into too much doubt, and soon, he heard a vague and faint chant from the empty altar, which was a language he had never heard of and could not understand.

But it does sound like some kind of sacrificial prayer that is sung during prayer.

Although Zhou Keer tried his best to discern what it meant, and even quickly sifted through the old era languages that he had learned or heard of—this was impossible to do in reality, after all, Zhou Keer was just an ordinary person, and he didn't have computer chips embedded in his brain, but now when he was in a pure spiritual body, he could easily do it—even so, he still failed.

There is not a single language that Zhou Keer has studied or heard of, not only the languages of the old era, but also the various languages of the new era - although almost all of them speak the lingua franca, there are indeed some remaining minority languages - but alas, there are none, not even approximations.

Not only that, after listening to it for a long time, Zhou Keer even felt that there was something foreign... It seemed to be seeping into his consciousness - he had never heard of a language that could have such power, but if he did, it had the power to deceive people's hearts, like the "song of the siren" in the legend of the old era, and make people feel distracted, and thus lead to destruction.

Thinking of this, Zhou Keer couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart: The most benevolent thing in this world is that the human mind cannot integrate all its contents—let alone comprehend, and even the tip of the iceberg of understanding its essence is extremely difficult—but to some extent, it is indeed a kind of luck.

In a few moments, the voices of the chanting faded into nothingness, and even the traces of the sound were licked and drowned out by the endless black mist that surged and swamped in, as if it had never existed here.

Then, a hazy shadow appeared above the altar—no, it would be an exaggeration to say that it was a phantom, it could not even be called a shaped, condensed shadow—just a pitch black... Or a white glow.

It did seem to be a combination of contradictions, and its color—Zhou Ke'er didn't even dare to determine with certainty whether it had a color or not—if, according to Zhou Ke'er's inaccurate feeling, the color of the light was indeed pitch black and white.

No, it's not black and white, or black and white, but ... The simplest, exactly the same as the literal meaning, is pitch black and white.

It's hard to describe, and you can't even imagine the color, but it's real, of course, maybe not really—there's a color.

The light threw a glance at Zhou Ke'er, uh, you know it's hard for me to describe how the light "cast a glance", maybe this is an unrealistic subjective feeling.

In short, the beam of light did not express surprise or doubt about Zhou Keer's existence, but gave Zhou Keer a sense of granted, as if the beam of light thought that Zhou Keer should have been here.

A few faint, almost imperceptible wisps of pale gray smoke rose from the altar, most of which seeped into the light, and a few disappeared—if Zhou Ke'er didn't feel wrong, it seemed to have entered his consciousness.

Hell knows what that is... How did he enter Zhou Keer's consciousness, but Zhou Keer had no means of resistance.

Zhou Ke'er didn't try to ask anything - because he didn't have a mouth, he tried it at the beginning, he couldn't make a sound, he was just a piece of consciousness.

After a while, Zhou Keer felt that it was dark in front of her, and the feeling of the existence of the body gradually returned, as if she had put on a dress after a long time?

It's a wonderful... A sense of disobedience.

Zhou Ke'er opened her eyes—this time she really did—and found that she was still in the same room, and she could even tell from the clock hanging on the wall that less than a minute had passed.