When he thought of the scene in that too-realistic dream, where he was finally wrapped and dissolved, the discomfort and anxiety in his heart became even stronger.

He had no idea how he got out in the end. Did he wake up from a nightmare? Or was it due to "old days"?

I vaguely remember that the witness talisman I saw last time flashed, but this time, the "old days" are not on me. In order to prevent contamination, and also to cope with the sudden search and attack by the Special Patrol Office one day, the "old days" have been there for a long time.

It has been sealed in Qiming Church for a long time.

Fan Ning speeded up his pace as much as possible, but he didn't know if this had any practical significance in the dream.

The huge multi-story building in front of me, which was like a celestial version, seemed to be within reach, but it felt like two or three hours later, it seemed that it was still half way away, and I was still running on the huge black and white twisted platform.

Fortunately, the paint rain didn't seem to be too big, and the walking in the dream didn't feel like a physical exertion. It seemed like six or seven hours had passed, and Fan Ning finally arrived at the beginning of the hypotenuse of the giant right triangle.

As far as the field of vision can be seen, there are honeycomb-shaped hollows in some lower floors. Maybe they are rooms, but there are dense cochlear-shaped ducts growing in and out of them, which makes people feel that it is not a building, but a living thing.

The environment exuded an unclean smell like festering thick water. After Fan Ning raised his feet and stepped into the threshold, the scene seemed to jump discontinuously like a dream. He stood in one place in the building and was divided into countless

Flat layer of honeycomb compartments.

The tall, smooth stone supports a floor height of at least 20 meters. This is not like a material that can be found in this world. Various reliefs, plates and stone statues hint at the structure of human facial features, and they fall down regardless of gravity.

Horizontal, floating, with some warm-toned twilight, if you stare at it for too long, you will hear a hollow continuous sound that sounds like wind or whisper.

A strong feeling of disgust and dizziness hit Fan Ning, and he leaned over to gasp for breath with some difficulty.

Then, a sudden tightness on his forearm and inside the cuff made him alert and upright again.

"Gel Fetal Membrane", a ritual tool that resists "pool" phase pollution?

Fan Ning thought of "The Room of Pain" almost reflexively, because this was not an unexpected encounter at all. In fact, considering that if he entered the secret door again, he would definitely encounter "The Room of Pain", he had always been prepared.

Wearing "gel fetal membrane".

This ritual vessel not only successfully withstood the slippery and corrosive feeling on the tip of the tongue when it was in the sealing chamber, it was also later sent to the Guidance School to verify the authenticity of its effectiveness.

Only, this time standing upright...

Fan Ning finally saw in a trance that on the first floor of the giant building, one of the honeycomb-shaped compartments where he was located, the painting was hanging on the stone wall directly in front of him.

This is not the so-called indoor sketching of the delivery room and delivery bed.

A portrait of a woman standing in front of a red church arcade background. She has pale skin, earrings and short dark red hair. However, her features and emotions are elusive, and her age cannot be identified. The lines of her facial features and face are in recognition.

It is difficult to splice them into one, just like dumping the objects in the storage bag on the table.

The title of the painting is not "The Room of Pain" either.

The new name, like other irresistible revelations of knowledge in the dream, was directly implanted in my mind:
Chapter completed!