Chapter 373 Mountain and sea 27┃ field.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 373 Mountain and sea 27┃ field."

weight="96086"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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The violent wind seemed to suddenly furious, and the moment everyone turned up the altar, they tore a huge air vent, swallowing it from the sky to the earth, swallowing the entire altar into the eye of the wind.

The huge wind swelled crazily, forming a giant tornado that reached the sky and the earth. The entire land in Death Valley seemed to be bounced, and under the ground, the rumbling sounded like a thousand horses rushing. Human voice.

And in the wind of the huge tornado that whirls wildly, tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and even more indescribable terrifying forms seem to be carnival and clamor, and the demons are dancing and desperately trying to get out of the wind. The head came out of the body, but the surface of the wind body seemed to be covered with a wind film, and it was desperately trying to wrap these terrifying things to prevent them from breaking through this last barrier.

The thick black-gray wind body enveloped the entire altarpiece within a hundred miles of it, but there was a faint red light that could see through the thick black-gray wind.

The red light was shining, dazzling like blood, flashing brightly in the wind, and gradually became clear, revealing the strange and terrifying ghost symbols.

That is the ghost writing on the rock wall of the altar. Against the backdrop of the wind rotating and tumbling, they seem to have life twisted and floated on the rock wall, and gradually, they seem to have broken away from the rock wall and were drawn into the wind The body, as it rotates and surging, mixed with blood red in the strong wind intertwined with black and gray.

A sound like a tearing film began to sound continuously. The blood red color was like a sharp scalpel, cutting the patient's fragile skin coldly and fiercely.

The sound of thousands of ghosts screaming in unison resounded from the tornado pillar. The sound was sharp and piercing, like thousands of sharp needles, pierced from the wind for a long time, shining with cold light, it seemed that there would be a thousand arrows in the next instant. Fadi flew out in all directions of the world, blooming a sparkling firework show for the upcoming demon feast.

And in the center of the eye of the giant tornado column that is devouring the sky, thirteen painters stand on the cold altar.

The skeletal image of "Mountains and Seas" that came out of the skin is changing from pitch black to blood red, making these 13 painters look like thirteen blood people, their flesh and blood vaguely struggling on the edge of death.

There was no wind on the top of the altar. The tornado column circled the altar, forming a dome-shaped space above it. The painters were able to stay on the top of the altar. However, the roaring wind and the sharp howling of ghosts all around I wanted to crack the eardrums and pierce the eardrums, making people want to die immediately, so that they would no longer be tortured by this terrifying sound.

"Try to destroy it with a weapon!" Ke Xun yelled vigorously in the scream of the violent wind.

He didn't give up, he wanted to try again. Everyone chose to board the altar because they were holding the last glimmer of hope, hoping to find a vague way to save themselves on the top of the altar, or to completely end the whole event.

Li Xiaochun gritted his teeth severely, picked up his gun and fired frantically into the wind. Others also used submachine guns and pistols to shoot in all directions. Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen ignited the petrol and oxygen cylinders on their backs and threw them in. A part of the wind body was thrown on the altar, and Ke Xun removed the cell phone battery from his back, detonated it and kicked it into the wind body.

Until the bullets of the gun in everyone's hand were shot out, the tornado column was not affected at all, and continued to grow, continuing to tear the wind film, and the howling of the demon was like a summer cicada that was magnified by a billion times without any interruption. The earth continues to make noises that make people want to go crazy.

"There is no way..." Wei Dong sullenly dropped the empty gun in his hand, "There is really no way this time."

The participants looked at each other, panting, and shaking.

No one moves, no one can take the lead in plucking up the courage to die.

"It's almost too late..." Wu You murmured, looking at the wind body with tears, "They are coming out soon... that layer of wind film will be unable to withstand... it can't withstand anymore... woo woo... …"

"Can I go down?" Luo Ling desperately wiped the tears that couldn't be stopped. "It's the same everywhere I die. Can I die in my big G?"

Ke Xun frowned tightly, his gaze swept across the faces of his companions. Although everyone's faces were soaked in blood-red ghost text, they could still distinguish the sadness and despair on each face.

Ke Xun didn't want to see such a look. He couldn't stand it. He once woke up from crying in his dream every midnight, he saw a face with such a look in the reflection of his own glass window.

At this moment, the pain of the heart-wrenching heart that has finally faded and was once familiar has returned. He used to be the favorite relative, and now he is the most painful partner. He will face loss again and suffer heartache again. He was sad and angry, he was desperate and at a loss.

There was a sudden cold on his face.

Raising his hand and touching it, it turned out to be tears that had already appeared unfamiliar, but at this moment it seemed that he was no longer under his control and kept falling.

"Ke Xun..." Mu Yiran's voice rang aside.

Ke Xun turned his face to look over, Mu Yiran looked at his eyes, full of sadness and distress.

"That's it..." Ke Xun smiled, tears gliding over the corners of his lips, "Then I'll take a step first, stunned, just like me on the other timeline in "Retro Travel"...what am I? Can't lose to that buddy, right. I..."

"No, Ke Xun, no." Mu Yiran grabbed him, and rarely lost his composure, with a stubbornness and eagerness in his eyes, "Wait a minute—not the last moment—I will think about it again. ——I will find a way again——"

"Okay." Ke Xun returned his hand and held his hand, "You think, I'll wait."

Mu Yiran's pupils swayed back and forth with the eager emotions, as if desperately looking for clues that were as thin as a hair.

"You know, I have a suspicion," Mu Yiran's speech has never been faster. "I always think that Death Valley is weird. From the night we entered the valley, I was slightly suspicious.

"Remember the shot Haowen shot in the wind? We heard a lot of shots. At the time we thought it was echoes in the valley, but—

"Do you remember the thirteen black figures that we saw in the wind when we entered the valley? I once said that maybe they are the reflections of the previous batches of painters, or they may be our own reflections-this is what I Always doubt.

"If the thirteen black figures are ourselves, when did we see us when we entered the valley? The thirteen black figures are walking. Now thinking about it, they seem to be carrying something on their backs, and they are facing The direction of the altar is going, so-it is very likely that what we saw at the time was us today, who was walking towards the altar a moment ago.

"If this is the case, then the series of gunshots we heard when we entered the valley is not the echo of Haowen's shot, but—"

"Is it the sound that we shot into the wind just now?!" Ke Xun opened his eyes with tears in surprise.

"No," Mu Yiran shook his head slightly. "We shot the gun at the wind body for a long time. I think it's more like the shots shot by Xiaochun when he was under the altar. After you smashed him down. , I looked towards the road we came in when we entered the valley, and it seemed that I saw the light of the car lights flashing, but it flashed too fast, I am not sure if I read it wrong, if I did not read it wrong, then the light, It is very likely that we are driving in this direction, when we entered the valley."

"This is too weird," Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly intervened. He stood not far away and walked in front of the two of them at the moment, "According to you, we are here now in the'group' We got under the altar. What they saw was the altar surrounded by tornado pillars, but we didn't see such a sight when we came."

"I think the time and space here is chaotic and intertwined," Mu Yiran seemed to be calmer than before, speaking at a slower rate, looking at the other companions who are gathering here, "every time and space are here. Staggered and flashed back, so what we saw were fragments of the scene that flashed away on the chaotic timeline, even if it was Xiaochun's gunshots and our silhouettes, they did not appear one after another in the correct timeline.

"Of course, if you need to provide a convincing basis for this statement, the best proof is that Ke Xun and I went straight through the whole night after we got on the altar for the first time and came to you.

"We speculated two possibilities at the time, one is that we traveled through time and space, and the other is that the memory of that period of time between me and him was erased, so now it seems that the first speculation is obviously more possible.

"Because, if the power of the demon on the altar can erase our memory to such an extent, it will now directly erase the memory of all of us and prevent us from dedicating ourselves to become a seal."

"Yan Ran is right," Ke Xun nodded hurriedly. "The time and space here are disordered, disordered! Remember "Schrödinger's Cat", it implies the superposition of parallel time and space and multi-dimensional, multi-time and space, and , This Death Valley is a human scene during the day and a scene that does not belong to the human world at night. Isn’t this a kind of time and space interlacing!"

"Yes, yes, why is it confused?" Everyone is also anxious and at a loss. At such a dying moment, the ability to think has already died first.

"Maybe it's the power of ghost text, maybe it's the super-abnormal magnetic field underground, maybe it's the action of the huge tornado that is unreasonable every night..." Mu Yiran thought quickly, "Hao Wen, do you know the'material field'? ?"

Zhu Haowen's eyes moved: "It is matter and the field formed by it, as well as the field formed by energy and its formation. Ghost text is a kind of energy that can form an energy field, or a material field, and the magnetic permeability of the material field determines the speed of light. The speed of light is slow where the material field is strong, and the speed of light is fast where the material field is weak. To put it simply-an uneven material field can cause time and space to bend!"

"That's it!" Ke Xun clenched his fists vigorously. "This place has a super powerful energy field like ghost text, and there is a super strong magnetic field underground!"

"Moreover," Zhu Haowen continued, "The Geophysical Society has confirmed that tornadoes can disrupt the earth's magnetic field! The vortex of tornadoes will produce low magnetic pressure areas, which will cause a jump in the strength of the earth's magnetic field-in Death Valley. Tornadoes appear every night, and the volume of one night is larger than that of one night. In addition, there is an unevenly distributed super magnetic field under the ground in the valley. Every time the wind rises or moves, it will cause ghost text, tornadoes, and underground magnetic fields. The material field generated by the interaction between the two causes the confusion and bending of time and space!"

"--So?--So?" Several people asked urgently and even beggingly.