As Fanning led Sheeran and Roy stepped into the church gate, all the layout and display around him began to blur again.

After a few trances, I returned to the interior of Qiming Church in my dream.

Walter was very efficient and truly implemented Fanning's instructions that "the only requirement is to be quicker". A hundred artists stood quietly here and waited, while the rest had all fallen out of their dreams.

"Click."

The sound of porcelain trays rubbing slightly with stones.

Fanning took a casual step, came to a high corridor, and held up a candlestick above with both hands.

He handed it to an old symphony orchestra musician closest to him.

Le subconsciously took it.

The candle is white, and the flame is golden, but where the flame is slightly outside, a deep purple layer is vaguely attached to it, like unusual petals and revealing starlight.

"Click." "Click."

Fan Ning held up the candlesticks one by one, and handed them to his fellow travelers one by one.

They hold their hands in dreams without any effort, and even with "one-handed" they don't seem to slip away.

Finally, he picked up two cups and handed them to Sheeran and Roy.

"Teacher, I?" Only Walter was left with empty hands, his tone was a little confused.

"Stay here, Mr. Director." Fanning said calmly, "This world needs you."

"I" Walter was speechless.

Fanning gradually walked away and came to a broken window in the corner.

"Crazy--"

I made a gentle pressing action across the air, and the already broken window cracked.

A faint smell of blood plasma and internal organs suddenly spread out, desecrating the sacredness and tranquility of the entire church.

But as the strange pink mark on Fanning's wrist flashed, another strange floral fragrance and heat flow came to his face again, completely dispersing these unclean auras.

"Huh! Huh!——"

The fox lilies and flowers in the sky blew out from it, swirling and falling from the sky above the church.

The hot and dreamy crimson red is like fireworks burning in midsummer.

Fanning looked up at them floating, as if thinking or recalling something, but eventually withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go, everyone"

Under the broken window, a light golden staircase stretched down to the mahogany ground.

"Isn't our destination B-105 abnormal zone?" Roy was a little puzzled.

Fanning's eyes passed through the things outside the colorful window and murmured to himself-

"The church is the lighthouse, and the lighthouse is the church."

The colored window was just enough for two people to walk side by side, and everyone began to enter one after another.

The pace is slow, compact, silent.

It's like walking through the stage passage that is about to meet the audience, and it's like a prelude to some mysterious ritual with a candlestick.

When the last two figures disappeared into the colorful window, the light golden steps shattered into light spots.

In the huge silent church, only Walter, the music director of the old symphony orchestra, was left.

After a long time, a sigh echoed layer by layer.

The journey of the ranks and queues has no sense of physical exhaustion, and their perception of time has also been extended to a very vague and broad level.

The cut opening or chiseled passage outside the colored window extends forward in a twists and turns, and there are many forks.

The lighting is average, but some people still marvel at the beauty of the interior of the passage. Against the backdrop of the candlesticks held by everyone, their texture is more transparent and clear, with pink blood-like things surging inside, and the skin is light purple fluorescent, guiding the paths that should be gone, such as beacons or orbits formed by the starry sky.

However, when some of the knowledgeable people in the team called for spiritual observation, they realized that this was just an illusion covered by candlelight.

This is not the case at all. This is a turbid tissue barrier similar to unknown organisms.

After someone broke a road before, the grayish-white mucosa and dry umbilical cord, blood vessels covered with tumors, necrotic red and black deformed organs and other things flowed all over the place.

"I feel extremely depressed and can't figure out how he came back all the way before." Sheeran whispered.

"Is the atmosphere?" Roy's voice, shoulder-to-shoulder, came.

"Well,"

"What stays is the most depressing mood."

"Um?"

"For example, think about Mr. Walter"

The walking queues alternately, and occasionally someone talks in a few words.

Fanning was always taciturn and was a guide in front of him.

The temperature gradually became colder, and the pocket watch hands carried by some people began to rotate disorderly, and even the structure of the dial, scale and finger wheel began to become incredible.

After a long time, time entered the 31st hour.

Fanning stood at the top of a large rugged and stretched mountain range. The sky was dreary and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night or dusk.

The rest of the people behind him also emerged one after another.

It's already under the lighthouse.

The tide in the abnormal area was almost completely receding, and the boundary had retreated to the near the last cliff; the weather was no longer extremely bad, and heavy snow had stopped; those strange-colored pixels did not appear in front of you; some kind of high heat, squeezing, dizziness, and the confusion that penetrated with the surrounding things did not appear on the body; the invisible ability could still take effect.

But looking around, the dizzy discomfort still hit everyone who had just arrived. The texture of everything was obviously different from the world, showing great strangeness, and even a little dirty.

Just like moss and spores, the pool water floating with colorful slurry is left after it is empty, leaving behind dirty and messy bottom mud and plaque.

Fanning stared at the direction of "X coordinates".

From the perspective we are in at this moment, it has become a paradox-oppressing thing, as if it is close at hand, and clearly separated by an abyss-like cliff, as if it is a tower-shaped dark red building, and clearly a broken wall extending and filling the entire space at the end of the vision.

There are many people in the rugged mountain road below, in the flat middle section.

It should be the advance force dispatched by the Special Inspection Department.

However, the number of people arranged for gathering seems to be far less than that of thinking. It looks like less than a thousand people.

Fanning signaled everyone to go down.

The mountain road hovered down, and there was still a considerable distance.

In terms of parallel relative distances, the sub-peak there is the closest point to the "X coordinate", and the cliff stretches out even further out of the abyss.

The ants-like army below, camps and fortifications like beans or blocks of building blocks, gradually enlarge in vision.

At one moment, someone in the team exclaimed, including Sheeran and Roy.

They noticed another "light curtain" below that seemed a little different.

Yes, compared to the boundary of the abnormal zone that retreats to the edge of the cliff, the appearance is indeed different.

The former is vague, diffuse, with less clear boundaries, with chaotic and bright colors, while this light curtain that soars into the sky has a clear boundary and is pure pink.

Its area is only as big as a field. Previously, due to distance, sky and angle, it visually overlapped with the "X coordinate" and the oil film of the abnormal boundary. Now, we can vaguely see many of the creations inside it, which seem so unusual compared to the chaos around it.

Birds, streams, beaches, coconut trees, lush bushes, garden full of berries

After the tide ebbed in the abnormal area, the rugged mountain roads were only "rugged". After sheltering artists to walk the most steepest section, Fanning took a step forward and began to jump and shuttle in the light and shadow.

Roy also took Sheeran's hand and used the spiritual knowledge of the "Gate of Coincidence", and the two bodies turned into bursting and gathering light spots one after another.

At the border of the pink light screen barrier below, there was a large group of soldiers carrying live ammunition, seemingly confronting something nervously.

"Ms. Joan Nissimi, within one kilometer of the cliff land area, they are now included in the military operation area. Please withdraw immediately!"

A general wearing the officer's uniform of Tiolian was shouting inward one after another.

"You haven't explained why you know my name, and what does your military operations have to do with me?"

Beside a row of berries buckets in the flowerbed, the girl's light figure swayed on the swing, her tone was a bit mocking.
Chapter completed!