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The world was spinning in the violent collision, and I felt someone holding my shoulders tightly to help me steady myself. Fortunately, the seemingly fragile straight road was actually very solid, and the expected scene of water rushing in after the wall was broken did not happen.
"It's okay! I can't knock it open!"
Gao Liu shouted, "Advisor, come over and join us!"
As she spoke, the fire flickered again.
It was real fire, dozens of torches were burning in the dark waters. A long winding line of fire crackled and burst into a special aroma of oil, passing in front of us, and wherever it passed, there were old torches hanging.
The murals were stimulated at once, and all rushed towards the fire, but they suddenly hit something in the water and were blocked and unable to break through the obstacle.
The scene in front of me was very magical. The broker and Gao Liu had already turned their strong flashlights to show us the way. The blue cold light source and the orange-red firelight intertwined and matched each other. I suddenly realized and couldn't help but gasp.
The boat is here.
There is a large glass ship here that is almost invisible like the transparent water and the straight road, firmly pressing down the entire underground.
High-strength glass divides the hull into countless areas, each of which is hung with torches covered with thick grease, connected by the same spider-silk-like fuse.
Some places seemed to be damaged, or as if gaps had been opened intentionally.
This caused water to flow back into the ship, and the human faces wandered around in the murals. They were constantly attracted by the fire and human bodies in the hull through the glass, but they could not really get close, so they could only pile up densely together.
Oh my god, I thought to myself, this is a semi-automatic monster spawner.
If the murals of human faces were not attracted to gather in the deep water at regular intervals, but were scattered in the caves above, even eight hundred monkeys would be scared. Then our few people would have been torn to pieces when we fled back to the platform.
Now that we could see the hull and knew the straight road was safe for the time being, we all let go and slid and jumped down one by one, rushing to gather in the direction of the broker Gao Liu at the bottom.
As I fell quickly, the scenery around me suddenly changed with the firelight, and I shuddered again.
The big banyan tree inexplicably disappeared from sight.
No, it's not that the tree disappeared, it's that the angle from which we can observe the banyan tree disappeared.
The huge, pale and weird banyan tree was apparently painted by someone.
This is actually also a mural.
But unlike those wandering ghosts, it was deliberately painted by humans and carved on the hull.
Experts in magic will use "psychological invisibility" and deliberately use a conspicuous object to attract the viewer's attention to hide the real target and facilitate some tricks.
This seems to be what we are witnessing now.
Different light and dark pixels are scattered in every corner of the hull. Looking down from above, they piece together a very three-dimensional and realistic image, which makes the transparent hull even less visible and hides the shipwreck from under everyone's eyes.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether to admire the painter’s superb skills or this almost playful and free-spirited “trick”. I couldn’t help but feel a little yearning in my surprise.
The so-called stone chamber also gradually spread out and separated as it approached, turning into several realistically painted stone doors and ground. Looking more closely, it seemed that there was a scribbled signature on the top of one of the stone doors.
Everyone in the team also discovered this one after another, and I heard one of the guys suddenly burst out laughing and shouted "Great!", and his voice was trembling with fear and excitement.
It was at this time that we arrived at speed skating and stepped on the entity under our feet.
Looking up, the long straight road seemed to have no end, as if it was the mast of the sunken ship.
When the firelight shone, the murals of human faces were all over it, as black as barnacles. After being awakened by us, they flipped open one by one, some quickly and some slowly, and also rushed over. The bright and weird colors kept flipping and turning into blue-black.
Even Xu You, who was the first to remind everyone not to look at the murals, couldn't stand it and his face turned green.
The place where we landed was probably below the deck, in a crew resting room. Although there was nothing around it, there was a square "door" left there, which looked very regular.
We went out of the square gap, turned left and right, and in less than two minutes we saw Gao Liu coming towards us with a high-powered flashlight.
I looked behind her and saw that although the broker's face looked pale, he was still standing there as solid as a rock. When he noticed our arrival, he looked up and focused on something.
"I bandaged the instructor," Gao Liu said briefly, without being polite, and asked anyone who had Yunnan Baiyao or the like to take them out, and it would be best if everyone put a safety pill in their mouth.
The so-called insurance pills, also known as life-saving pills, only have one pill in a bottle. They are used for emergency use in critical situations such as internal injuries and bleeding, and have excellent analgesic and paralytic effects. At that moment, everyone honestly took the medicine from the supplies they were carrying and opened the bottle caps, staring with their eyes ready to swallow it dry at any time.
We thought they were here to save someone, but the scene seemed very different from what we imagined. I was surprised and a little scared, so I asked, "Could there be some big scene?"
Before he could finish his question, the surroundings began to shake violently again.
This time, the mountains shook and the earth trembled. A very disturbing dark red color came from nowhere, and the transparent water around suddenly became very turbid. The murals with human faces and the long figures suddenly screamed in extreme fear and scattered to the corners.
With the long straight road as the dividing line, the water suddenly becomes two completely different scenes, one bright and one dark.
We all looked up, stunned.
——Night and day are overlapping one step further.
"…I asked you to come here quickly, not to save people. I asked you to escape."
"It's early morning, and night and day are about to start exchanging." The broker spoke in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
Along with her deep and hoarse voice, bubbles bubbled up in the water, and a layer of white frost quickly covered the transparent glass inside and outside the hull.
I felt like I was in a dream.
Inside the hull, it is now possible to clearly observe all the changing details in all directions.
The only way I could find to describe it was that not only night and day, but everything began to turn upside down and fold over, thus overlapping.
First, the ground above, with some kind of creepy creaking sound, the walls on all four sides squeezed towards the middle and narrowed, and the intertwined roots of the metal banyan trees began to bend, overlap, crack, flatten, and crumple into a ball like plasticine.
Next, there were those smooth glazed spherical rock bodies, which filled each other's gaps during squeezing, changing from scattered to parallel, and then slowly and silently became flat under high pressure.
In order to prevent birds from hitting the glass in the city, circular stickers with dots are pasted on the outside. At this time, the spherical rocks are like this, overlapping into circles one after another.
Then, the circles flattened again one by one.
There is a kind of shock-proof bubble film in the wrapping paper, and the bubbles on it can be squeezed one by one, which is a good way to relieve stress. But now, in silence, those shock-proof spherical rocks are breaking one by one, making all of us quiet down.
In the chilling silence, only this large transparent ship remained unchanged. As a vehicle, it silently protected us and even protected those blue faces that had also fallen into deathly silence.
Then, as all of us were almost at a loss for words and in great fear, the entire body of water, along with the large transparent ship, floated upwards.
It seems inaccurate to use the word "floating" because the movement is so swift and fast that it is almost like "falling down". It is just that the area of change is so large and people are so small in it that the changes around them seem to be slowed down.
Above our heads, an even more violent earthquake occurred, and the gap that we had temporarily blocked was torn apart again.
This made me realize that we were not weightless, but the entire underground was turned upside down and flipped into the air.
The darkness of the earth disappeared.
The hull and a large amount of water carried us to the top of the platform, where we floated above the small building.
We were all speechless, watching in amazement as the entire town silently folded in half with the small building as its center.
The ground on both sides stood up, turned straight, and fell down like mountains. Countless pieces of rubble fell into the buildings in the town, sliding up and down on the rough edges of the buildings with bizarre and incomprehensible high temperatures.
Then, maybe I was crazy, or maybe someone around me was also going crazy and yelling.
Because more red appeared not only in the water.
The bright red color began to turn outward and spread on the surface of all things.
Not only the small town, but also the gray snow-capped mountains in the distance were now all covered with a red color that was so bright that it seemed almost alive.
The dark red towering snow-capped mountains also folded towards the town, pressing down with a loud bang.
I probably uttered some kind of sigh, as if in a dream.
At this moment, I seemed to feel a long-lost sense of tightness and lifting. I lowered my head and saw a small bright red flower blooming on my forearm again.
Night and day alternate, and dusk separates them. The glow of the morning sun will sprinkle over the snow-capped mountains, turning everything into a beautiful light red. I have heard people describe that magnificent and thrilling scenery countless times, but I never thought that one day I would literally see the bright red snow-capped mountains overturned in this unknown scene.
The mountains are falling.
The transparent hull in mid-air swayed gently in the water amid the increasingly sharp whistling of air currents around it.
Those murals of human faces suddenly fell silent, quietly gathering and attaching to the hull of the ship. Those bright or dark blue colors stuck to the hull piece by piece, making the outline of the transparent ship gradually appear.
The fog around us began to swirl and gather rapidly around the edge of the ship. At first glance, it seemed that we were sailing in the fog, waiting for destruction.
Foghorn.
Foghorn Town. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought to myself, so this is why it is called this.
Zhang Tianyi stood beside me without me noticing. He whispered, "I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until the day and night end this time."
Yes, I touched my forearm and cheeks and felt the bright red still wriggling, and the insect eggs were screaming in fear and retreating, rustling.
The source of this red outbreak, unexpectedly, yet seemingly within reason, was the small building on the platform.
The small building collapsed completely, and among the rubble, some terrifying high pressure and high temperature seemed to be gathering rapidly.
With this high temperature, the walls of the small building were melting and peeling off. Something seemed to be emerging on the walls that had been torn into cracks by several ground fissures.
The insect eggs inside must be hatching, I thought. He was surprisingly calm.
As they were hatching and trying to break through the wall, clusters of blue-black things emerged from the wreckage of the small building like open eyes.
I don't know if this was the "eye" in the mural that terrified the tomb robbers at the time, but when the hatched insect eggs were exposed to the air, they all made desperate squeaks and fell to the ground, turning into bright red balls.
The red color starts from the insect eggs, then to the fog, and then to the people infected and parasitized by the fog, and it keeps expanding.
"The boat's trick has been exposed."
The broker said, "So this is the punishment for dereliction of duty."
I opened my mouth in confusion, but the snow mountain had already covered me silently and violently.
The avalanche turned into a rainstorm in the high temperature.
The boiling rain poured down, turning everything in sight into bright red. Then, the entire bright red mountain covered the sky, falling down inch by inch. The transparent ship began to tremble.
In the next second, or perhaps just the next second, the solid hull may not collapse, but will be pushed back into the deep underground by the mountain that is suppressing us. In the deepest underground, the magma from the active volcano will flow in from the gap, solidifying us into a piece of amber, or melting us into a wisp of green smoke.
Or maybe, before that, the bright red that gradually sprouts outward on our bodies will swallow us up first.
I have been terrified and grateful for the punishment of being turned inside out because of the disability of my identity as a "tour guide". At that time, what I asked myself was: what would a person look like if he was completely turned inside out.
But even in my deepest nightmares, I never thought about this question:
So, if a small town, an entire ship, and all the people who should have been sacrifices or priests, whether vehicles or people, all went against their identities and chose to stand together, what would be the punishment?
What will happen to the "eversion" or "reversal" of rules that is happening at this time?
Now got the answer:
God's punishment has arrived.
"There is another way." The broker continued, "It's not too late to let the witch perform his duties now. The sacrifice is ripe, and the human faces accumulated over the years and generations can be offered.
If I fall, Gao Liu can take over from me and lead the human faces to the underground palace in the snowy mountains.
After receiving the sacrifice, the punishment mechanism of moving the rat will stop, and after the alternation of day and night, a new day will come, and everyone will survive. "
Her face became paler and paler. She turned her head and looked at me firmly, with a calmness that no one else could match.
"But if we want to take other people out of town later, we'll need a new witch to lead the way. Xiaoran, can you take over from me?"
My head buzzed.
There was a blank for perhaps a second, and then I heard myself saying something, but this time there were no tears.
"--don't want."
Don't become a sacrifice, don't have to fulfill this ridiculous mission after so many years. Don't let the compensation for so many lives of the Zhang and Nian families go to waste.
What is the meaning of surviving like this?
"... Let's go to the snowy mountains." I said, with an extremely strange emotion in my heart. "As long as the snowy mountains above our heads have not crushed the hull for a moment, we will go to the mountains."
Following the hollow straight mast, with the help of grappling hooks and rock pitons, we can climb up and up until we reach the inverted snow mountain. If we are lucky, we may be able to climb to the entrance of the underground palace.
But not as a sacrifice.
I said to myself, and looked around me, and found that whether it was the broker, Gao Liu, or Xu Youfang Ao, they were all looking at me frankly and calmly.
These bandits and bastards, I thought to myself, on the surface, they all acted like they accepted their fate and came here to die. I knew that they were unwilling to do so and had something to hide.
At some point, everyone took out strange-shaped homemade explosives from their bodies, as if three pounds out of the five pounds of weight were prepared dangerous goods.
The combined amount of bombs could blow up half of a square, not to mention people. It turns out that Lei Zige is not the only one who has the taste to sleep with bombs in his pocket.
This doesn't look like they are here to feed the mice.
"Since the ship can't be used, let's turn it into a vehicle ourselves."
"Let's bring some fireworks to the mouse to make some noise, to make it more lively. Let's blow it up."
"Master's wife, please lead the way and steer our broken boat."
I took a deep breath, and in the midst of Zhang Tianyi's sudden laughter, I might have really gone crazy, so I grinned and said, "No more lying or running away this time. Let's crash into him!"
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