Chapter 543: Deep in the Hollow
When Yu Sheng was "launched" out by Luna's brute force, Luo Zheng was carried by the little puppets and ran to the third circle in the hall.
The elf's eyes widened as she watched the faulty artificial saint in a nun's uniform (in her opinion, an artificial saint who could move with humans and understand human language must be faulty) throw her master away with a murderous method. She also noticed that the fox demon and the puppets next to them seemed to be not surprised at this scene at all. Two mass-produced puppets were even clapping their hands vigorously to celebrate not far away - she was completely stunned.
She had been struggling and trying to scream because she was being carried and beaten in the hall by a bunch of red-eyed dwarfs, but at this moment she was greatly shocked and became extremely quiet for a moment.
So these evil guys don't even let their own people go?
In the blink of an eye, Yu Sheng flew into the big hole.
The next second, time in the entire hall seemed to slow down.
Luo felt as if an invisible agitation was released from the void, sweeping across the hall in an instant. All the shadow creatures that were attacking became extremely slow in the blink of an eye, as if the connection between their minds and bodies had been rudely severed. Then, after a few more breaths, those slowly crawling monsters began to "melt" rapidly.
Like a melting candle, the shadow objects melted and collapsed, merging into the sticky flowing shadows on the ground. Even the large and small cocoons in the spider webs melted and turned into shadows again.
The red-eyed dwarfs who were running wildly finally stopped and threw Luo to the ground without hesitation.
Luo got up from the ground in a mess, and then another mass-produced Irene rushed over and climbed on her, took the Omen Wandering Star stuffed in her mouth, and rubbed it hard on the ground.
“I’ve never seen such chaos…”
The blond elf was furious, but he just finished speaking when he realized that no one was paying attention to him at all - the weird fox demon that could shoot tails, a bunch of evil dwarf clones, and the malfunctioning princess in nun clothes all gathered around the platform in the middle of the hall, whispering to each other.
Luo glanced at the group of mass-produced red-eyed dwarfs on standby around him, and his hair stood on end. He could only bite the bullet and lower himself to move towards the platform.
Halfway through her walk, she heard the fox demon say, "...When will my benefactor return?"
"I don't know, but I'm still barely alive," Irene said, looking up at Luna again. "Honestly, that C-shaped buckle you threw was pretty cool just now."
Luna was very reserved: "Master, cooperate well."
"The hall has quieted down," Hu Li looked around. "Has the benefactor succeeded?"
"It's hard to say. This big hole is still floating here," Irene looked up, "and the cracks I saw at the edge of the hall are still there..."
"Isn't this action too reckless?" Luo finally couldn't help herself. She still didn't dare stare directly at the hole for too long. She felt like even her sanity and soul would be sucked away by it. So she tilted her head when she spoke. "You guys... do you really use your brains before you act?!"
Irene said without hesitation: "I don't know, usually Yu Sheng is the one who thinks about it."
Hu Li stretched himself and said, "Anyway, I'll beat whoever my benefactor tells me to beat."
Luo continued to stare, and found that it seemed that he was the only one whose painting style was out of tune with these people.
As an honest and unsophisticated warlord, her worldview is obviously too conservative.
Then, another two seconds passed before she heard the malfunctioning Saint's response, which was delayed by several beats: "This is our style."
Luo: “…”
…
Yu Sheng held his waist and crawled up in the chaos with a grin on his face.
The good news was that he found that his waist didn't seem to be broken - Luna was still holding back when she threw him over.
The bad news was that he found himself with no idea where he had been thrown.
There was only boundless chaos all around, like layers of gauze covering the world. Under my feet was a layer of floating mist, but no matter how I looked, I couldn't see what was deep in the mist. There seemed to be a huge shadow in the sky, but it was also hazy and unclear.
"...Where did this come from?" Yu Sheng muttered, and took a breath of cold air, "It hurts..."
Is this the inside of that dark "hole"?
Is this where those flowing, sticky shadows come from?
Where's the Shadow? Where's the Omen?
Yu Sheng slowed down for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the hidden injury on his waist had improved. Then, relying on his intuition, he randomly chose a direction and slowly walked towards the depths of the chaos.
At the same time, he was chatting with Irene in his mind, understanding the current situation in the hall.
The little doll was babbling, "...those strange things that emerged from the cocoons have disappeared, but the ground and walls here are still covered with those sticky shadows, and the cracks are still there.
"That elf? It's alive, but it doesn't look very happy. Yusheng, let me tell you, this little black guy is so rigid, even less resilient than the steel-faced man. Those crazy scientists in the movies I've seen are not like this..."
"Some of the spider silk has just been retracted, but there's still a lot... Hu Li is muttering again. She's not hungry, she's just muttering about you... C-shaped buckle is sharpening her knife, but her knife doesn't need sharpening at all. I think she's just trying to scare the elf. The elf seems to be quite afraid of the artificial saint, and keeps muttering about failures and other things.
"...Fix it quickly...so we can go home..."
Yu Sheng shook his head, walked forward for a while, and suddenly stopped.
There seems to be something deep in the chaos ahead.
He hurried forward, and the object became clearer in his vision - a mirror-like crack with irregular edges.
A faint light shone through the tiny cracks in the mirror.
Yu Sheng leaned over and looked inside with one eye.
He saw mottled old wallpaper, an empty room, and a closed door.
Yu Sheng blinked.
“…What the hell!?”
It's No. 66 Wutong Road, the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor! !
After realizing this instantly, Yu Sheng took a deep breath subconsciously, his heart pounding, but he quickly calmed down and thought about it in his mind at super high speed. He felt that this development seemed... not so surprising.
This is the interior of the cavity formed by the "Zolda Black Stone", which is a fragment of the "Bridge of Realms" - a world-traveling device jointly built by the Dark Angels. It is reasonable for this thing to cause any phenomenon.
What's more, the room at No. 66 Wutong Road itself is very weird.
Yu Shengping calmed down and after a slight hesitation, he stretched out a finger and carefully poked the crack.
——If a "professional spirit detective" like Little Red Riding Hood saw him do this, she would definitely let out a sharp cry.
The crack trembled a few times the moment Yu Sheng's fingers touched it, and then disappeared silently like a phantom in the water.
Yu Sheng stood there in a daze for a moment.
Then he frowned and continued walking forward.
Not long after, another shimmering crack appeared in his sight.
He hurried forward and looked at the "broken mirror" that was about an arm's length.
Across the rift was a dim and spacious hall with fallen pillars lying scattered on the ground and a large hole in the high dome. However, the remaining architectural structure still gave people a glimpse of its former grandeur.
Yu Sheng frowned as he looked at this strange place, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something next to a pillar at the end of the hall.
He stared at it for a long time and found that it was half a portion of braised chicken rice...
Yu Sheng: “……?!”
Is this the place Zheng Zhi went to last time?!
An idea flashed through his mind, and Yu Sheng immediately took out a bloodletting knife made of Luna's "nail" from his pocket, cut a cut on his hand, and flicked the blood drops towards the crack.
However, the moment the blood came into contact with the "mirror", the latter shook violently and disappeared silently like the previous crack.
The blood also dissipated into the surrounding chaos.
Yu Sheng frowned tightly, but suddenly something moved in his heart and he turned his head to look nearby.
A larger crack appeared near him at some point, standing crookedly in the fog.
He walked over and looked into the depths of the crack, and the next second his eyes suddenly widened.
He saw a dark space that seemed to have no boundaries, but inexplicably gave people a feeling of being narrow and cramped, as if imprisoned. In the center of the darkness, there was a lonely chair.
The chair was covered with a velvet blanket of a bright red color - like scarlet blood, it flowed from the chair to the ground.
A furry toy bear sat crookedly on the chair. In the darkness, the bear's black eyes, which seemed to be made of plastic, stared straight into Yu Sheng's eyes through the cracks.
Yu Sheng felt his heart tingle at the sight of those dark eyes, and for some unknown reason he blurted out, "...What are you looking at?"
"A matching parsing unit has been detected."
The little bear's voice came from the crack.
Yu Sheng: “What the hell?!”
The next second, he saw the stuffed bear jump down from the red velvet-covered chair and walk straight towards him.
It raised its head and looked at Yu Sheng outside in the dark space across the crack.
For a moment, Yu Sheng even felt that the other party had walked out of the crack and was now standing face to face with him in the real world.
He swallowed hard, forced himself to calm down quickly, and thought for several seconds before breaking the silence: "Um, well... hello, my name is Yu Sheng."
"Hello, my name is Irene."
Yu Sheng: “…Ah?!”
A huge shock hit Yu Sheng's heart, and he even felt that his thoughts were blank for a moment, and then he heard the little bear continue to say:
"...When this recording plays, I should have already vanished from this world, but from another perspective, I may still be alive, I am still myself, and my future existence may be even longer than my originally designed lifespan...
"Fusion is irreversible, but it is the only way to preserve these precious data and maintain the stability of the Outer God known as 'Omen'..."
(End of this chapter)
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