However, it did not end there, and another vision appeared.

Li Qingyan saw a crack - about a centimeter long, translucent, vague. It's a lot like "floaters" – a "disease" caused by the liquefaction of the vitreous humor of the eyeball, or natural aging. The cloudy traces produced by floaters dance with the movement of the eyeballs, like flying mosquitoes. And the same was true of the crack he was seeing now—when he looked at it, it danced with his gaze, and he couldn't see it clearly.

But the location where this crack first appeared was where Yuan Xiaolu disappeared. And the shape of the crack, if you look closely, reveals that it is a human form that has been stretched out of shape. Even the movements and postures are roughly the same as Yuan Xiaolu, who has just disappeared.

Another reason for him to be convinced that it wasn't some "floaters" was that the air around it suddenly twisted a moment after it appeared. Then there was a fierce wind, which had a strong attraction, and the air in the room was absorbed in an instant, creating a cavity that made a "bang" sound comparable to a salute. The contents of the entire room were blown off in an instant, as if a grenade had exploded in the room.

But it sucked away not only the air or the debris of the room from the violent impact, but also the spiritual power. Li Qingyan suddenly felt that the small crack he was facing was like a huge black hole, and the spiritual power in the meridians in his body seemed to have its own consciousness, and they all struggled to get out, wanting to get out of their bodies and throw themselves into that gap!

Time in the room seemed to slow down at this moment, as if a stream of molten iron was enveloping a person. Li Qingyan tried to retreat to avoid the powerful attraction of the flying gap in his field of vision, but then found that his movements could not keep up with the speed of his thoughts—everything became slow motion. There seems to be light in the same slowdown. The scenery in his peripheral vision dragged a long tail, like an indelible afterimage dragged by a moving window when a computer system is overwhelmed.

For a moment, he remembered a science fiction book he had read about a spaceship that exceeded the speed of light, and saw that the hull of the ship seemed to turn into a long strip of metal. That's because the light is left behind and retained.

However, after a second—a second in his subjective perception—he realized that he couldn't even do "slow motion". Everything slowed down and he lost control of his body. This is not a situation where he is "unable to move his hands and feet", but rather that he is no longer aware of his body. It was as if the biological currents that were communicating in the nerves were also so slow that they were almost stagnant, so that he was "sealed".

Then he felt that his consciousness began to blur, and his vision quickly narrowed. The surrounding lights that could be seen by him were all attracted by the gaps in the human form, far away from his perception, and even the surging demonic power in his body could no longer be used in the slightest. He had rarely felt a strong sense of crisis for many years, but at this moment, he was truly aware that he was in great trouble. If—

Soon, even the thought of "what if" disappeared from his mind. His mind is becoming chaotic, or rather, even his mind is being lost!

Until the "next moment", a powerful force pulled him up and threw him out of this nothingness.

Li Qingyan regained consciousness. Immediately realize that the surrounding environment has changed.

In his subjective perception, the mutation only happened for a split second - two or three seconds before he tried to pluck one of Yuan Xiaolu's strings, and then a transparent crack appeared, and he felt a powerful attraction and almost lost consciousness. But then he was pulled out again, and everything happened in a moment.

However, when he walked back to the room to see Yuan Xiaolu, it was daytime, and it was snowing. But now it's night.

And it's not still standing in the room – in fact, the entire health clinic building doesn't exist anymore.

The location of the original building was replaced by a huge gray building four stories high. Boxy and windowless. The exterior walls are made of concrete without any ornamentation, like a majestic tombstone. The land around the "tombstone" is littered with rut marks and scattered or piled up building materials, indicating that the project has just been completed and the surrounding site has not yet had time to be cleared.

The ground was covered with clumps of residual snow, reflecting the light of the snow-bright searchlights around the "tombstone", and Li Qingyan was standing behind a pile of concrete bricks, with Pei Shouchong beside him. In the distance, you can faintly hear the roar of machinery and the faint sound of people, as if several or a dozen construction sites are working at the same time.

"How long has it been?"

Pei Shouchong changed his clothes, and he was still the head of an old-school gentleman. However, his shoes and trousers were stained with mud, and his hair was a little disheveled, as if he had just exercised vigorously or experienced some kind of vicious battle. He looked at Li Qingyan fixedly for a while, and then let out a low and slight breath, not as talkative as the last time they met, and cherished the words like gold: "Six days." ”

So Li Qingyan realized that this first-level boss should have been injured, and the injury was not light, so that his breath was slightly scattered when he spoke. It's just that he doesn't know if Pei Shouchong was injured when he used what method he used to "get out", or if he encountered something tricky elsewhere.

Six days had passed—within two or three seconds of his subjective consciousness. He is a second-level powerful demon clan, but he is trapped by that crack and has no way to get out, Pei Shouchong must have spent a lot of effort to get him out.

- Are you really so important to him?

Pei Shouchong said again: "Come with me, this place is not suitable for a long time." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the "tombstone": "There are two sect masters and more than a dozen elders in there. If you want to make trouble, I can't protect you. ”

"Trouble" should refer to the "crack" made by Li Qingyan. Now Li Qingyan can still sense the existence of the crack—there is some kind of vague attraction in the four-story gray tombstone. Although it could not be compared to the kind of power he felt before "a few seconds", it felt exactly the same, something or someone in the "tombstone" that bound that power.

Li Qingyan thought only for a second and said, "Okay." Mr. Pei, take me away. ”

Pei Shouchong immediately nodded to him, and the two turned into a gust of wind and rose into the air. It should be some kind of clever retreat, but it's not fast. With the cold wind in the middle of the cold night, the night on the outskirts of Beishan is fully visible.

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