Observation Center.

The fifteenth second after the opening ceremony of the seventeenth chamber.

Lin Hongcai, who was sitting in the office making tea, suddenly sighed softly from the director of the observation center.

Immediately afterwards, small spatial ripples appeared around the observation center building, and then a dense single eye was drilled out, and they frantically rotated their perspectives around.

In an instant, the observation center sounded the alarm.

In the seventeenth room, the members of the room stood like statues, their eyes turned into silver liquid and their beards seemed to have been struck, and all of them began to bleed from their noses, then their ears, and then their mouths, and the silver whiskers coiled together faintly showed signs of being torn apart.

The head of the room, who was the leader of the ritual, was the most directly impacted, and after countless single eyes appeared outside the building, the skin around his body began to bulge one by one, as if something was about to break out, but he had to hold on, otherwise the destruction of the ritual would cause everyone to be devastated.

Just when the head of the room was about to lose it, an old man's voice resounded all around.

"You haven't really intervened yet, and you dare to be so rampant?"

As soon as Lin Hongcai's voice fell, he sat in the office and put down the teacup, opened the drawer, took out a plain tea cloth and threw it upward, and then the tea cloth-style thing disappeared in an instant, appeared outside the building, and turned into a giant curtain.

When the curtain appeared, the activity of the strange eyes was instantly stagnant, and it seemed to have the effect of blocking and sheltering.

And Lin Hongcai, who was in the seat, disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where to go.

In the seventeenth branch room, the abnormality of the head of the room was also temporarily controlled, and their consciousness had been integrated through the ritual and the pale pupil trace, and in their collective consciousness, they unanimously reached a decision.

Sustaining Functions –

- Continue to observe

It all seemed like a long time, but it actually started when the left lane pressed the alarm, including the time that the observation center had not invested, and it didn't even take half a minute.

As the embodiment of the ceremony, the silver light was also analyzing the owner of the house when he had a brief exchange with Zuo Dao and the fat man, and when Zuo Dao and the fat man were about to retreat, they saw a scene that made the two of them increase their blood pressure to varying degrees.

I saw that after the small eyeballs in the owner's stomach became "active", the silver light that was originally through the body was gradually squeezed out, and then, his pupils disappeared and only the whites of his eyes remained, his eyes were dyed with a thick gray color, and his body also emitted a gray mist-

At the same time, the residents of the old building.

Some are taking a nap, blowing a slightly unusual fan with their belly open, or blowing an air conditioner, wrapped in a small blanket.

Some are cooking, or busy cooking, or chatting with children from time to time.

Some... Some...

At the same time, they stiffened and lost their spirits, both adults and children.

Then, the figure instantly withered and began to emit a gray mist.

Wherever the gray mist passed, everything became old and dilapidated, and no living thing was born.

These fogs seem to be controlled by someone, they come out of every house, they converge with each other, gather together, from top to bottom, and point to the four floors.

Room 402.

"Misty ritual?" Zuo Dao and the fat man whispered in unison.

After speaking, the corners of each other's eyes confirmed each other again.

The reason why they say this is very simple, they want to test whether the other party is going or staying through this.

The results are also obvious.

And the silver light consciousness seemed to sense their thoughts, and once again transmitted a voice, but this time it seemed very weak:

"If you don't go, take the trouble to block the 'gray mist' that will come later, you can confirm that he is the source of the power of the fog ritualist, through the feedback analyzed now, the opponent's gray fog blocking method is very simple, and it can be blocked by a large number of any means that have the lethality of the mystery.

"The 'gray mist' will come from the door later, and the director and I are wrestling with him, its power can't directly cross the floor, but we can't control the corridor, we are responsible for continuing to analyze it through rituals, analyzing more characteristics, and trying to find the weaknesses of the rituals he has given directly.

"It will take time, it may not be successful, I will also leave you a 'passage' to escape, don't force it, do your best, please don't attack his body, and don't let the gray fog outside connect with his body."

After that, there was no more news.

"Wrestling... Source... Analysis..."

Three information points flashed in Zuo Dao's mind, as if he understood the current situation, his hands were not slow, he had already taken out the same shotgun as the fat man from the suitcase, and the two of them except for some minds and alert the owner of the house behind at any time, the rest of their attention was on the side of the gate, waiting for the gray mist that the silver light consciousness said to come.

For their own different reasons, both of them chose to add some blockage to the 'source of fog'.

And the 'gray mist' mentioned by the silver light consciousness didn't make them wait long, only less than five breaths passed, Zuo Dao saw that the gate began to become broken, and the gray mist poured in through the crack in the door, and the two of Zuo Dao didn't think about it, and began to suppress the fire.

Bang bang bang –

The shotguns were deducted one after another, and the spell bullets with mysterious effects against them did not disappoint them this time, the gray mist was obviously blocked after being hit, but the bullets were limited after all, and it took time to change the ammunition, no matter how skillfully Zuo Dao cooperated with the fat man, it was difficult to stop the pace of the gray mist.

What's more, the two didn't cooperate, but they didn't complain to each other, after all, their talents in firearms were not very good, and they each had points in their hearts.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more severe, and the gray mist was about to pour into the living room from the aisle, the fat man Xu remembered what happened to his uncle, and decided not to hide it anymore, and after the last shotgun, he directly put his hands in his pockets, took out all kinds of spiritual materials, and thought silently-

Ritual: Hidden Reality

All of a sudden, the spiritual materials in the air instantly volatilized, and then at the junction of the corridor and the living room, an illusory distorted door appeared, and those gray mist collided with the ripples of the exit path when it came, and it seemed to be teleported to other nearby floors.

The fat man was also sweating profusely at the moment, he felt great pressure and consumption, the spiritual materials sacrificed in the ritual dissipated in only an instant, and he hurriedly opened the suitcase, which was filled with all kinds of spiritual materials and other items.

Just as the fat man was frantically sacrificing these spiritual materials, when he saw that he was about to throw out the 'spirit paper' as well, Zuo Dao spoke.

"Leave the 'life-saving paper', the spiritual materials on my side are for you, I will use them, and then hold on."

The fat man didn't talk nonsense, and left the 'life-saving paper' directly, while Zuo Dao opened his suitcase and threw all the spiritual materials distributed inside to the other party.

From the previous fat man's actions and the assault learning this time, Zuo Dao drew a personal guess.

The price of the initiation of the Fat Man Ritual is the need to sacrifice spiritual materials, which is a relatively mild requirement.

The two of them completed the exchange of resources in less than five seconds, and there was no communication with each other, at this time the action was far more efficient than the speech, of course, it was also related to the fat man's opinion, as a newcomer, Zuo Dao could not provide him much help at this time.

As for the reason why Zuo Dao wants a life-saving paper... Maybe it's trying to get a message across?

Who knows.

But for the fat man, the spirituality contained in that stack of 'life-saving papers' is far less than the fist-sized natural Demon Breaking Crystal that Zuo Dao threw to himself, in short, it is not a loss.

The fat man, who had finished this, stood up, made a strange gesture with his hands, and devoted all his mind to maintaining the ritual, not paying much attention to the squirting behind him, and he couldn't pay much attention to it.

And Zuo Dao also started his own operation-