4-33: "Where do you think you're going?"
Huaiyan was having some difficulty breathing.
He was breathing heavily, his fingers gripping his clothes tightly, his brow furrowed.
Then, Huaiyan suddenly regained consciousness.
The boy opened his eyes blankly, but saw nothing.
Everything before his eyes was pitch black, as if he had fallen into an endless darkness.
"What's going on...?"
Huaiyan struggled to sit up, trying to see something in the pitch-black darkness.
But he soon discovered that the darkness was like a pure black ink, without any impurities.
Huaiyan couldn't even see his own palms clearly; all he could see was the deepest darkness.
“073!” Huai Yan panicked a little. He braced himself on the bed with his hands and barely managed to sit up.
But no one answered him.
There was absolutely no noise.
The electronic voice that usually liked to joke around and was a bit unserious was no longer in Huaiyan's mind.
Instead, there was a sense of bewilderment, just like the scene before my eyes.
He couldn't hear anything.
The space was eerily quiet, like a stagnant pool, without a single rustling sound.
There wasn't even any noise.
A deathly silence, like a tidal wave, instantly enveloped Huai Yan, completely engulfing him.
Huaiyan felt short of breath again.
This is a kind of fear that comes from within, originates from the heart, and leaves one completely bewildered.
You can't see or hear anything; you lose two senses all at once.
Huaiyan felt that if he continued to stay in this environment, it would be too late.
He'll definitely go crazy.
Thinking this way.
Huaiyan then rolled out of bed and reached out to grope around.
He wanted to use his sense of touch to figure out where he was.
The only thing that can be confirmed now is that, judging from the feel, the thing lying under Huaiyan is a large bed that is nearly two meters long.
Real bed.
Huai Yan, who is over 1.8 meters tall, didn't even touch the foot of the bed when she was lying down.
Estimating the size to be two meters is a conservative estimate.
Huai Yan first took off his shirt, tore it into strips, and used them to tie his ankles and the foot of the bed.
The main concern was that later on, he might not be able to find his way back to bed.
Soon, Huaiyan found something.
He touched something that resembled a cabinet, with drawers on top, and it seemed to contain a cup.
There's a little water in the cup, it's not full.
Huaiyan picked up the cup and carefully placed it by the bedside.
Considering that I will be staying here for a long time, water will be a scarce resource.
If conditions permit, regardless of what's added to the water, Huai inkstones are willing to be stored.
Then, Huaiyan slowly explored and learned.
This time, he touched the wall.
The walls were smooth and somewhat chillingly cold, like a barrier formed from solidified material.
Huaiyan took a deep breath and continued to explore forward.
He guessed that perhaps it was that wall that isolated him from the outside world.
Who could have done it?
Recalling what happened before he fainted, Huaiyan couldn't figure it out.
At that moment, he felt everything go black before his eyes, and as if he had lost consciousness, he fell straight to the ground.
……No.
Perhaps he didn't fall to the ground.
He is currently in no pain anywhere on his body, at least not at all.
Who could it be?
Jiang Feng? Lin Mu? Or the Ghost King?
Jiang Feng is actually a possibility.
After all, this person can summon ghosts, and the plane they are currently in is the Xuanxue plane.
In the realm of metaphysics, anything is possible.
Jiang Feng could summon ghosts for his own selfish desires.
At the very beginning of this world, he had already devised all his plans without even having a deep understanding of the original owner.
It seems unsurprising that such a ruthless and cold-blooded person could do something like this.
Perhaps it was to retaliate, or perhaps it was to stall Huaiyan.
As for Lin Mu...
Huaiyan didn't believe he had that ability.
In the original storyline, Lin Mu's later success was entirely based on Jiang Feng's earlier "merits".
If Lin Mu had that ability, perhaps he would have already made his move on Huai Yan when he entered the Huai family.
Having thought this through, Huaiyan already had a pretty good idea of the answer.
It's either Jiang Feng or the Ghost King.
In this dimension, the two biggest villains are Jiang Feng and the Ghost King.
In the original storyline, the Ghost King caused the original owner's family to be destroyed and died. Under Jiang Feng's orders, he committed all sorts of evil deeds.
Even now, the Ghost King has no intention of killing Huaiyan.
Huaiyan, however, never forgot.
The Ghost King was once a ruthless killer.
If the Ghost King wants to harm Huaiyan, there will be many reasons.
It could be due to Jiang Feng's instructions, or it could be because he felt that Huai Yan was disobedient.
With all this in mind, Huaiyan had a clear understanding of the situation.
Although after spending this time together, Huaiyan didn't want to speculate too much about the Ghost King.
After all, the man had harmed the previous five hosts, but hadn't done anything to him.
But no matter which one of them it is, they all want to harm Huaiyan.
In the current environment, it's no use.
The deed is done; finding a way to escape is the only way to survive.
Huaiyan followed the wall and groped forward again.
Then, he touched many things.
There is a desk, but only a broken desk lamp is on it.
There is a wardrobe, but it is completely empty.
Huaiyan searched for a long time but couldn't find a single piece of clothing.
He even found a place that looked like a toilet.
Huai Yan wanted to go in, but because the shirt tied around his feet wasn't long enough, he stopped outside the door.
This space looks more like a room.
It has all kinds of furniture, but it lacks a sense of human warmth.
……etc.
Huaiyan suddenly stopped, turned around in the darkness, and groped her way back to the toilet door.
Since there's a toilet here, there should also be a door to exit.
Toilets are usually located on the left side of the room.
Thinking this, Huaiyan mustered all her strength and unbuttoned the shirt around her ankles.
He carefully made his way forward, following the walls and doors.
As expected, he seemed to have arrived at the entrance hall.
The door may be right in front of you.
Huai Yan suddenly felt relieved.
But he remained vigilant, because he understood.
Things are far from that simple; he can't just get out so easily.
really.
Huaiyan grasped the doorknob and pressed down hard.
The door was as if it were locked.
No matter how much external force is used, it cannot be opened even slightly.
Huai Yan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but it was also within his expectations.
He felt a little thirsty.
Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, coupled with having explored for so long, he had almost memorized the layout of the room.
Left with no other choice, Huaiyan had to return the way she came.
He groped his way to the shirt strip on the floor in the dark, then slowly made his way back to the bedside.
When I returned to the bedside.
Huaiyan was afraid of knocking over the water cup, so she moved her steps more slowly.
After successfully finding the water glass, his wildly beating heart seemed to slowly calm down.
I was worried that I would drink all the water in the cup.
Huaiyan only took two sips before putting the water back in its place.
For some reason, he wanted to try opening the door again.
Back when he was in the Interstellar Federation, Huai Yan learned a special skill—lock picking.
This is a required course at federal military academies, designed to enable them to calmly respond to unexpected situations.
After learning this skill, Huaiyan didn't actually use it much.
Because when he went to the battlefield, this skill had no place to be used.
Unexpectedly, the lock-picking skills I learned at military school ended up being used for escape.
That can be considered making the best use of resources.
Huai Yan thought to himself sarcastically.
There are many types of lock-picking tools, the most common being wire and paper.
Huaiyan does not intend to use this method.
Because he has neither of those two things.
Among lock-picking skills, there is a very simple and straightforward method.
That means using external force to break the lock.
Although it is extremely barbaric and brutal, it is incredibly effective, almost always working and never fails.
Besides, even if the lock can't be broken...
With absolute power, Huaiyan could also break down a door.
Sometimes, after wearing the mask for a long time, Huaiyan herself can't even remember who the person who stepped onto the battlefield was.
The fact is, although times have changed, Huaiyan has not forgotten these skills.
He also possesses absolute power.
This kind of strength is also one of the compulsory courses at federal military academies.
Use your inner spiritual power to destroy this place.
Huaiyan would not use this power lightly.
Anyone who has attended a federal military academy knows that mental strength is extremely detrimental to lifespan.
Or, one could say, that mental strength is linked to lifespan.
As mental energy is depleted, lifespan will also dissipate.
Those who can use their mental energy indefinitely are extremely rare.
Huai inkstone is one of them.
However, he kept it a secret for nearly twenty years, and no one knew about it except for his brother.
Huai Yan stood in front of the door, facing the endless darkness, and secretly began to operate his mental energy.
The environment was pitch black, but at this moment, in this boundless darkness...
A single point of light, pale blue, emerged.
This is the blue flame that symbolizes the spirit of Huai inkstone.
When using mental power in another world, the ability will inevitably be weakened.
When Huai Yan's true spiritual power erupts under normal conditions, the flames are dozens of times stronger than they are now.
He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, so he focused his mental energy on his fingertips and slowly fumbled for the doorknob.
Based on past experience, the mental energy paused for about three seconds.
The lock on the door in front of you will be destroyed immediately.
three.
two.
one.
"Clatter".
A crisp sound—the doorknob had fallen to the ground.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Huaiyan's forehead, but he quickly suppressed his mental energy.
Soon, the last wisp of flame in the pitch-black space dissipated at his fingertips.
Huaiyan easily opened the door, feeling the breeze brushing past her ears.
The anticipated light did not arrive.
Before the boy's eyes, all was still pitch black.
He still couldn't see anything, as if he were blind.
"How could this happen?" Huai Yan's heart tightened.
He reached out to touch the darkness before him.
But inside the door frame, I touched a cold, hard wall.
Outside the door, there was still a wall.
Huaiyan withdrew her hand, pursed her lips, and took a step back in disbelief.
This retreat.
He immediately stepped on something.
Then, he fell into a broad and sturdy embrace.
At the same time, a deep, husky voice rang in Huai Yan's ears.
"Little liar, where do you think you're going?"
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