"???You didn't take it?" Fan Ning's scalp suddenly felt like it was exploding.

…Then who was touching my back just now?

He turned around reflexively to look, but suddenly realized that he couldn't open his eyes, so he turned his head back again.

"I took it away." Qiong said softly at this time.

"Hiss..." Fan Ning felt that his back was soaked with sticky cold sweat. He almost couldn't catch his breath and asked angrily, "Why don't you tell me?"

Xilan's tone was also a little angry at this time: "Qiong, can you be more steady at this time? This will really scare people to death!"

"I..." Joan's voice was a little surprised and a little aggrieved: "Carolon, you clearly said it yourself, you asked me to be free to explore the way...You said you were holding one hand, and you couldn't spare any time, so you asked me to help."

The three of them stopped in place again.

"So...what exactly did you hear?" Sheeran said after taking the crowbar.

"...Why don't we...open our eyes and see what's going on?" Qiong held Fan Ning's hand tightly, "Or you can let me stick it...I feel like I haven't seen anything for a few minutes and I'm turning around, and even my consciousness is blurred.

Yes, I clearly heard you talking to me just now, and now I feel like someone is watching me..."

"Don't open your eyes, don't stick to me, keep walking." Fan Ning signaled the three of them to move forward slowly again, "Hurry up, who knew that deformed pigment creature is still stuck to the wall of the 'consecration curtain'

, or has it grown not far behind us?”

Holding hands and occasionally confirming with force are the only signals in this weird place.

However, as Qiong said, his experience was similar. He felt that because he closed his eyes, he almost entered the pre-sleep state, half awake but not awake. The boundaries between the senses became blurred, and the words and sentences in his mind began to fragment.

tendency to flow.

Fan Ning began to squeeze the hands of the girls on the left and right regularly. In order to prevent this sleep state from continuing to deepen, he did not use a uniform method, but actively mobilized his thoughts, recalling the bass level trend of the theme of Bach's "Goldberg Variations", so as to

10 steps are counted as a unit, 10, 70, 60, 50, 30, 40, 50, 10... Every time the corresponding number of steps is passed, a signal is sent out and waits for them to respond to themselves.

After walking again for a while, the uneasy feeling of being watched in the dark suddenly rose. Fan Ning felt that something was staring at him from behind and in front of him. The feeling was not from a distance, but right next to his nose, following him.

walk.

It was clear that the crowbar in Xilan's hand had been hitting the wall, making a normal collision sound of metal and stone, but Fan Ning felt that the walls on both sides seemed to be covered with countless eyes - it might not be accurate to say eyes, it should be

Yes, covered with countless unknown visual organs??

"Are you guys about to fall asleep?" Fan Ning asked, "Why aren't you responding to me?"

"Have I been pinching you?" Sheeran said softly, and the crowbar hitting the wall with her other hand temporarily stopped.
Chapter completed!