Part 56 Inhalation of the Asian Realm

Just as the three of them were looking for the mechanism on the wall, the mysterious drum music came from nowhere, as if it was in the ears, and it seemed to be far away, like a talisman reminding several people, and it sounded very strange in the gloomy corridor. The people who had been silent in the cell also began to stir one after another: the sound of kicking and trampling, the whining of moaning, the screeching of nails against the wall, the rattle of shaking the iron bars... All kinds of chaotic sounds were mixed together, gradually loud and loud in the corridor, gradually becoming chaotic, mixed with drums, and disturbing the mood of the three people.

The uncle shouted: "It's not good, it's going to be dawn." ”

"It seems that I won't be going for a while, so find a way to hide first!" Langya said.

The three of them looked around the corridor, where is there a place to hide? The ravine's eyes were sharp, and beckoned the two to enter the woman's room, and only here could they enter. Entering the door, Langya Minglang casually inserted the iron gate from the inside. It's a good thing that I didn't save anyone, but I became a prisoner. Uncle and Gully looked around the room, hoping to find out some secrets.

The noise in the corridor grew louder and louder. Langya Minglang shouted to the two: "These people have to move, you have to be fast." Before the words fell, the door of the cell diagonally opposite opened at some point, and several people walked out of the cell slowly with stiff steps like amnesty, and the doors of the other cells were opened one after another.

The uncle and the ravines glanced at each other and hurried to search.

Walking around the house, the two of them always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it. Gully picked up Miko's shark scale armor from the ground, put it on the bed, and suddenly shouted: "People, what about people?" Uncle Zi and Langya Minglang turned their heads to look at him in unison: "Who is it?"

"That's, lying here, that man... The gully gestured.

Yes, when I first saw the woman, she was lying on top of a man who was unconscious, and now the man is no longer in bed. Even if he woke up and ran away while they were fighting with the woman, the passage was so narrow that the few of them would certainly not be unaware, and the only explanation was that he had disappeared from this room. Sure enough, there is a mechanism in this room.

Minglang guarded the door, alerting the situation in the Yongdao, there were already a lot of people gathered in the Yongdao, they seemed to smell the smell of the living, and began to move towards the uncle's cell, everyone stretched out their arms, fangs and claws, like zombies, and even two or three had arrived in front of the iron fence, from the crack in the fence into the arms, Langya Minglang swept with a long knife, forcing them to withdraw their hands, one even had a severed hand, but still stretched out a bloody broken wrist without retreating. Could it be that everyone here is not afraid of death?

Uncle and Gully must hurry: they knocked on the bedboard, but the sound was real, they touched the head of the bed, but there was no button to move, and they pulled the curtain again, but there was no movement. The bed was also empty, meaning that the man did not fall from the bed.

"Since this bed is fine, I'll lie down for a while, I'm too tired. This guy is heavy enough. The uncle just wanted to say to him: "When, are you confused, and you still have the heart to sleep here?" As he spoke, he collapsed on the bed at once. Before Langya could return halfway through his head, he saw his uncle's figure disappear on the bed. He put away the knife in an instant, jumped onto the bed in two steps, and before he could stand on his feet, the man was gone.

Where is this? How did I get in? I was sucked in?

Uncle felt that he had entered a chaotic space, and his whole body was light, as if suspended in the air, and as if lying on a cloud. Is it like that time when I was sucked into the pillar of light in the cave of Nengruji Temple? It's different, it's completely different, the pillar of light that was guided by the illusion was completely unconscious after entering, and this time there was consciousness, not only consciousness, but also feeling. It's more like getting involved in a long and lonely journey, floating and floating in the lonely ethereal.

Gradually, he saw the white drifting through the stars, and it was snowing, and the uncle suddenly felt a chill on his body. White dots fluttered from above, more and more, bigger and bigger, and fell on his body and face, it turned out that it was not snowflakes, but petals, with a little bit of light powder in the white. He was not cold all of a sudden, and even smelled a faint fragrance. There is also a courtyard faintly in the distance, the garden is full of snowy trees, where have you seen, is the Miao room? No, there are not so many flowering trees in the Miao room, like the old plum garden of the Huan family that I often went to when I was a child, it turned out to be home. I can't remember how many years it has been, whether the little brother in the family has grown taller, he thinks about the smile on the corner of his mouth, he wants to go home sooner, he wants to open his mouth to call his family, hurry up and faster. But he couldn't control anything of himself, so he could only watch himself drift in front of his house like duckweed, and he just couldn't get in.

Uncle reminds himself that this is all an illusion, but a journey of the soul, and even so, Uncle hopes that there will be no time to wake up. However, no travel is aimless, just like at this moment, he fell from the clouds of wandering memories to the cold and dark mortal dust, and the pain of reality woke him up heavily.

Uncle was lying on the ground, feeling the pain of breaking bones all over his body, how high did he fall? He tried to struggle to get up, but a strong hand held him. It's Langya Minglang. He didn't suck in after himself, how did he fall before himself?

"The more memories you hide, the longer they drift. There was still no emotion in Langya's tone.

"Where is this ... The uncle sat up with his support.

"Sub-border. ”

"Yajing, Yajing!" the uncle almost jumped up, but the pain in his bones hindered him.

Langya Minglang pointed not far away, and the uncle saw two translucent seal characters floating in the air, one positive and one reversed, constantly fluttering and flipping. Carefully identify the word "Yajing". The amazing thing is that no matter where the uncle turns his head or gaze, those two words will appear in front of him, that is, no matter where you are, you can see these two words, but everyone can only see these two words.

Uncle Zi heard Luozi say that everything in heaven and earth is symmetrical, there must be positive and negative, there must be yang and yin, and there is heaven than earth, so it can be balanced. And there is another layer between the positive and negative, that is, the sub-realm. In the sub-realm, any matter can be distorted in time and space, that is, it can be teleported or disappear. If this is the case, the bed should be the entrance to the sub-realm.

"Are you saying that we have fallen into the middle of the yin and yang?" the uncle still didn't quite believe it. What they entered was a cemetery, a cemetery, a place for the dead. If above the cemetery is the yang world, then under the cemetery is naturally the underworld. And the sub-realm, isn't it a place between yin and yang? I think back to those people in the corridor and the woman in red, who also seem to be between humans and ghosts.

The uncle looked around again, and there was a chaotic color between black and white, nothing, and it seemed to be full of things. He touched the ground with his hands, watching his fingers slowly disappear into the ground, but he couldn't feel anything touched. And he is clearly sitting firmly, why is it empty underneath?

"Are you sure we're not dead?" the uncle was still skeptical. The corners of Langya's mouth raised, picked up his uncle's hand, and put it on half of his face, and the uncle felt the warmth from his fingertips, it seemed that he was still human.

"Do you want to try somewhere else?" Langya Minglang said lightly when he saw him touching his face for a while and didn't let it go. Only then did the uncle remember, his face was a little hot, and he quickly put down his hand.

"What about the gully?" the uncle remembered the gully that had been sucked in first.

"I don't know. Maybe in another sub-realm. ”

"Is there any other sub-realm?" the uncle remembered the ground where his finger was inserted just now, not only did he not find anyone, but he also lost them one by one, and the seventh son has now become a son. He was remorseful.

Langya Minglang saw his uncle's thoughts, and comforted him: "The headquarters is rumored, and you can always encounter strange things with the seventh son, and today I realized that being the seventh son is much more interesting than killing people." ”

The uncle smiled bitterly: "Minglang made fun of it." ”

The teams in the headquarters are all independent or cooperative, and the relationship between them is nothing more than that, even if they lose anyone, they don't feel any difference, and there will be new people to make up for it. There are only seven sons, in addition to completing tasks together, they are more often brothers, siblings, and relatives. This is the inheritance of seven sons in each generation.

"I have to find them. The uncle said as if determined.

"Do you know the science of the occult world?" asked Langya Minglang. The uncle was asked all of a sudden, the study of the Xuanying, among the seven sons, only Zhizi and Luozi understand.

"If you don't understand, you have to go out. "All seven sons do not believe in fate.

"It's up to you. "It's really rare that such negative words would come out of the mouth of the pretentious Langya Minglang.