"Um?"

The appearance of this brilliant light immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat, who were still fighting, had disappeared, and along with them, the broken altar located in the center of the underground also disappeared.

This sudden change made Lin Qiye frown slightly. Although he didn't know what exactly happened, it was definitely not a good thing. The brilliant and strange light took the two of them along with the altar, and took Shen Qingzhu, who was about to escape danger, back again.

On the other hand, the third seat showed a sneer when he saw the light.

"Lord Yiyu is back... Today, none of you can escape!"

He raised his arms, and among the four whirlpools behind him, the remaining two black flowers that were about to bloom quickly blossomed.

Two figures appeared on the surface of the inky shell, overlapping with the original shadow of the woman.

Buzz——!

A low humming sound came from the manor, followed by a sharp creaking sound that made one's teeth ache. A large amount of steel bars mixed with various metal objects broke through the thick walls and flew into the air, like a slowly rotating round black cloud.

At the same time, the originally bright sky quickly darkened, and a black light, centered on the third seat, swept across the entire manor in the blink of an eye.

In the yard, tiny pieces of gravel were floating up.

Glass and stones also began to float up, and the puddle in the corner of the yard caused ripples, as if it was turned upside down and flowed back toward the sky in an eerie manner.

The floor tiles, sofas, cars, and even the spire of the manor were broken off from the walls and slowly floated into the air.

A feeling of weightlessness enveloped everyone's body.

Lin Qiye's body floated uncontrollably into the sky. The existence of gravity seemed to be completely erased. Having lost his fulcrum, he could only float slowly and dully in the air.

"Control metal and control gravity?" An Qingyu frowned slightly.

In mid-air, thunder leaped around the third seat. His left hand, which was glowing with gray light, controlled all the metals within the forbidden ruins, and his right hand, which was glowing with black light, controlled the gravity within the forbidden ruins. The laws of the entire manor seemed to be played with in his hands.

"This is 'Klein'..." A solemn look appeared in Lin Qiye's eyes.

"He won't be able to stay in this state for too long." An Qingyu looked at his figure, pushed up his glasses and said, "His body was already seriously injured. Now that he is forcibly mobilizing so many forbidden ruins, his origin must have been damaged."

"Why would he do that?"

"Ever since Yiyu took Shen Qingzhu and the altar away, he has been releasing power like a madman without considering the consequences. If I'm not mistaken, he is buying time for Yiyu." An Qingyu thought thoughtfully.

"Delaying time..." Lin Qiye looked at where Shen Qingzhu was standing, "What exactly do they want to do?"

…

Nightmare space.

Shen Qingzhu struggled to get up from the ground and shook his head, and the strong feeling of dizziness was slightly dispelled.

"Xiao Shen, are you awake?" The ninth seat walked up to him and asked with a frown.

Shen Qingzhu looked at him, then looked at the whisper not far away, and nodded silently.

"Well, get rid of that state."

The punch from the Ninth Seat just now did make him a little dazed, but this did not prevent him from recognizing the current situation. With Ya Yu here, he could not get away with it by pretending.

He rubbed his temple and looked around.

This is still the same underground space, the altar is still in its original position, and the huge sword mark above the head is still there... The difference is that the figures of Lin Qiye and the third seat have disappeared.

"Where is this place?" he asked puzzledly.

“It’s the nightmare space I opened.”

On the altar, a weak voice muttered slowly, "I used my Forbidden Ruins to drag you and this altar into a nightmare. Although this place looks the same as the outside world, it is actually a different space."

“Is this a dream?”

"It's a dream, and it's not." Yi Yu slowly stood up from the altar and waved his right hand. The tuxedo covered with bloodstains and wounds disappeared out of thin air, and then another tuxedo as clean as a new one was put on him.

"Everything that happens here can have an impact on the real world. This place... is a real nightmare."

"What about the third seat? Why didn't he come in?" asked the ninth seat puzzledly.

"We need someone to hold the time."

"Delay time?" Shen Qingzhu keenly grasped the key point, "What should we do?"

The corners of Yi Yu's pale mouth slightly raised, and he pointed to the altar under his feet, "Of course, revive this altar and guide the God of the Underworld to descend to the world."

The God of Hell has come to this world...

There was a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

"However, the spiritual power in this altar has not yet been fully filled. It will take at least two days." The Ninth Seat pondered and said, "And now the Third Seat, Seventh Seat, and Twelfth Seat are not here, so it may take even longer. Do we have that much time?"

"No." Yi Yu said calmly, "But we still have other ways."

"Ninth seat, you come up."

Hearing the whispers calling him, doubt appeared in the eyes of the Ninth Seat, but under the effect of the soul contract, he still took a step forward and jumped lightly to the top of the altar.

"Lord Yiyu, is there anything I can help you with?" The Ninth Seat bowed slightly.

Yi Yu stared at him for a long time, then spoke slowly:

"Ninth Seat... No, He Lin, how many years have you followed me?"

"It's been eleven years, Master Whisper."

"Eleven years." Yi Yu looked into his eyes with a look of emotion in her eyes, "I still remember that when I first saw you, you were still a frustrated young man. You had great power, but you were willing to sink into this dirty society..."

"Yes, Master Yiyu." The Ninth Seat seemed to recall something, his eyes somewhat helpless, "If I hadn't met you, I might have starved to death on the street."

"I remember that you liked to read Water Margin very much at that time."

"You have a very good memory."

"Haha, because you told me that I am your Song Jiang."

"Yes, in my heart, you have always been Song Jiang."

"Then..." The smile on Yi Yu's face gradually faded, "Are you willing to die for me, Song Jiang, like the heroes of Liangshan?"

The ninth seat was stunned.

"Master Whispering..."

"He Lin." Yi Yu said calmly, "The spiritual power missing from this altar is exactly equivalent to the spiritual power of an 'Infinite'. As long as you die, it will be activated.

For the [believers], for me...

Go to hell. "

The ninth seat stared at Yiyu's eyes in a daze. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Master Whispering."

"Hmm? Do you have any last words?"

"You really haven't changed at all."

"Oh? How do you mean?"

"You are still the same as you were eleven years ago...you don't like reading."

This inexplicable sentence made Yiyu a little confused.

"Song Jiang was never a hero, he was just a hypocrite...

The same is true for you.”

The ninth seat stretched out his hand and grabbed the whispering throat with lightning speed!

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, my respected Lord Song Jiang...

I'm an undercover agent."

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