Chapter 11 The three parties have gathered. "Ha." The black cat laughed lightly...
"Ha." The black cat laughed lightly.
But everyone looked over at once.
President Lu shook his head: "Did I say something wrong?"
Ke Jinzhu had noticed the strange black cat a long time ago, but out of the desire to maintain the relationship between the two teams, she did not bring it up.
"No."
"Not you."
The black cat sighed, but also had a subtle smile on his face.
"——Three parties converged."
There's more excitement to watch.
Bai Lu thought for two seconds: "Has the tower arrived yet?"
Everyone's face changed.
Ke Jinzhu wrapped the bandage on his arm a little tighter.
If they all gathered in a mysterious phenomenon, there would be no way to hide from it, and a fight would be inevitable.
The black cat jumped down from the deer's head and stretched leisurely in front of everyone.
"I'll give you a piece of advice—"
"Before the sun sets, spread out and hide."
It's not just the High Tower dispatch team inside and outside the mysterious phenomena, but also the things happening in Nanxi Harbor itself.
The black cat flicked its tail and turned away.
It wanted to see the little sacrifice that couldn't even walk.
No one went up to stop it, and several people looked at each other.
Ke Jinzhu asked a leapfrog question: "Who is it?"
President Deer is very frank and tries to tell the truth when facing his allies.
"I don't know either."
Ke Jinzhu frowned.
"Maybe it's God."
I always feel like something is amiss, but maybe that's just the type of god who prefers to watch the fun.
“…”
"Do you know what you just said?"
Ke Jinzhu closed his eyes.
There are only a handful of people who have seen the reflection of God and can still survive, as for those who have seen God.
Haha, I haven’t heard of it yet.
President Lu looked away: "It should be fine."
Shanju tried to get the topic back on track: "How about we think about where to hide first?"
“He said so.”
Of course, something major happened in Nanxi Harbor, but the relevant information inside the tower was kept strictly confidential.
Even President Lu’s spy didn’t know about it, after all, he joined the Tower after the Nanxi Harbor incident.
"It's not going to work if we keep hiding. How else are we going to get out?"
Ke Jinzhu thought a little further and thought directly about what would happen after he survived.
"Let's just survive first." President Lu looked towards the dock.
It is somewhat speculative, and it is highly likely that the tower launched an inhumane massacre here.
Small probability... then don't think about it too much.
*
Fine stone chips slid off the edge of the carving knife.
Disappear where no one cares.
The roots were gradually polished into a complete shape, winding down from the rough trunk.
Like strange snakes.
The man holding the knife carves with concentration.
Li An had forgotten the passage of time. She was so excited that she even lost her sense of tiredness for a moment.
The tree roots were meticulously carved, and finally the final outline could be vaguely seen.
At the end of each gray tree root is connected to an unpolished stone.
Li An put down the tools in his hand and replaced them with a more delicate carving knife.
She had already thought about what shape she wanted to carve the stones into.
*
Of course they wouldn't hide, but everyone had scouted out suitable hiding places in advance.
Before the night comes, let's observe more.
The existence of the person suspected to be Sakeri's mother is indeed very eye-catching.
Each side sent one person to follow her.
She stood at the harbor for half a day, holding the babbling baby wrapped in cloth in her arms.
Chao Shuang offered her own idea: "She should be waiting for the boat."
Lin: “Yeah.”
Lin is a very quiet person, and Chao Shuang is also a rather taciturn person.
The two taciturn people got together and said only these two sentences after half a day.
At dusk, the boat she was waiting for finally arrived.
The mother holding the child boarded the boat and walked slowly across the hard wooden plank bridge. No one pushed her, but she was as slow as if she had difficulty walking.
Zhao Shuang could see that her leg wasn't injured: "She just didn't want to get on the boat."
Such people are not uncommon.
After all, transportation was very inconvenient a hundred years ago. If I board the ship this time, I may never be able to return to my hometown again in this lifetime.
It always takes some courage to leave your hometown.
"...No," Lin said, "People who miss their hometown don't have that kind of expression."
That kind of person will have a look of longing and reluctance on his face, and he will look back at his hometown before boarding the ship.
But Sakeri's mother was not like that. She had a dull expression, or even no expression at all.
This was the end of the communication. The two of them ended the boring surveillance for the whole afternoon and packed up their secret pattern equipment.
There was no way she would just go out to sea in such a calm manner.
Otherwise, how could Sakori appear in the tower like a clueless lamb?
Chao Shuang stopped Lin before she could act, "Be careful."
"People from the tower may come in at any moment."
Judging by the time, Gaota is about to find this mysterious phenomenon.
Lin nodded slightly and slipped into the shadows with her scimitar.
Chao Shuang also packed up his equipment, changed direction and slowly approached Sakeri.
Although it looked like they were the only two there, he knew that the others were scattered everywhere and would appear at any moment.
Taking actions that are completely opposite to your previous fate may open up a new node.
All they had to do was to get Sakeri and her mother safely on board the ship and off shore.
On the distant hillside, a black cat poked its head out.
It looked up at the sky thoughtfully.
The sun is about to set.
The setting sun was blood-red, and the vast expanses of drifting clouds seemed to be burning, about to melt or die.
Humans just don't like to be obedient and always like to make choices other than the best option.
But occasionally, there are surprises.
*
"It's right here, the point of abnormal energy fluctuation."
"Get started."
Several investigators began to try to solve the mysterious phenomenon, and the chief stood by silently, watching them busy themselves.
The crimson cloak seemed to overlap with the setting sun, and it was unclear whether it was originally this color or was dyed like this by the sun.
The door opened.
Several investigators didn't dare to move and stood aside waiting for the order.
"Go in."
The boss always spoke briefly. It was hard to tell whether it was because his throat was injured or he was just naturally quiet.
"yes."
The first one to enter the mysterious phenomenon has the highest mortality rate, but no one dares to argue about the order of entering.
The team was supposed to be led by a minister-level official, and the candidate had almost been decided, but he was suddenly replaced just before departure.
No one had seen the new team leader before. He was strange and silent, but his rank was frighteningly high.
The commander walked at the back and didn't take a step until everyone else had gone in.
Reflecting the molten golden sunset, the secret patterns flowed quietly across the skin.
Like a river of blood that never ends.
A tall tower.
*
Shanju was a little anxious.
"Are we really not going to hide?"
"No, this mysterious phenomenon should be the incident when Nanxi Harbor was destroyed overnight."
"There's a high probability of a divine reflection. Hiding anywhere is pointless. Might as well take a gamble and fight for a way out!"
Ke Jinzhu encouraged him: "If you are afraid of death now, you will be close to death."
Shanju sighed.
He understood the principle, but how many people were truly not afraid of death? Furthermore, it could very well be a meaningless death.
He looked up and immediately saw something was wrong.
"On the ship—"
On the ferry, a corner of the gray hem was raised, and a familiar secret pattern marked its origin.
It's a tower!
As far as the eye could see, there were only two people approaching the mother and daughter.
One of them held out his hand.
Like a gesture of asking for something.
Shanjue's heartbeat and hands stopped shaking immediately, and he set up the equipment with nimble hands and feet.
Through the sound transmission equipment, the two heard a not very clear voice amid the noisy background noise.
“No one can do it without paying any price.”
After a brief silent confrontation, the mother handed the baby in her arms over.
Sakeli was still sleeping, looking very peaceful, occasionally smacking his lips.
Ke Jinzhu is ready to notify everyone to take action.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened!
——At the dock, the space suddenly twisted and an invisible door opened.
The crimson cloak was blown up by the sea breeze, like a silent declaration.
One by one, people in red cloaks walked in from outside the door until the last person closed the door.
The man was a little too tall, and his back was slightly hunched due to years of looking down at people, which even gave him a bit of an animal-like look.
Under the cloak, his eyes swept across the entire harbor.
"kill."
The commander gave the order in a cold and harsh tone.
They are not here to open the node and get out, they are here to cause damage.
By killing everyone, they can easily find the rebels and the Secret Mark Society and torture them to find out the whereabouts of Sakori. This is their ultimate goal.
Ke Jinzhu frowned and quickly informed everyone to act according to the situation and not to expose themselves easily.
The people in the tower are aggressive and well prepared; behind them is the danger of the mysterious phenomenon itself lurking in the dark, which may erupt at any time.
Dangers abound.
She was about to move her position, but when she turned around, she saw Shanju squatting there motionless, completely stunned.
She dragged Shanju away.
Shanju stared at the figure of the last person without blinking, his eyes moving across his cloak and then to the vaguely exposed skin.
Silent anger surged like a tsunami, dispelling his previous anxiety, and his only remaining rationality held him back from acting rashly.
This person - is a completely transformed body with secret patterns!
It's a living secret pattern imprint!
This was not the first time Shan Jue had seen this method, and the secret pattern was obviously more advanced than the last time he saw it.
Based on the experience of the previous transformation, Gaota adjusted the existing secret patterns and made further optimizations.
The leaves slipped out of the cuffs and fell on the fingertips.
The forest winds blew together, bringing with them the peaceful and tranquil scent of the earth.
No, he can't be killed.
We have to keep him. You can't get anything out of a dead person.
Secret pattern live imprinting is a very, very cruel and extreme method.
Because the secret pattern is not something used to be engraved on living things. From the beginning, it was just a tool, like a hammer or a chisel.
It's perfectly suitable for carving stone statues, and it's also perfect for carving the souls of living beings...
It is pain beyond the limits of human imagination, and the degree of torture exceeds any recorded punishment in human history.
Falling into hell and suffering punishment for millions of years is no more than this.
And the harm it brings is even more terrifying.
The last clearly recorded imprinted living being lost himself in the extreme pain that never stopped day and night, sacrificing the concept of "soul" in exchange for endless power.
Kill the creator in one fell swoop.
But the price is to become a walking corpse.
The murderous intent, born from malice and pain, dominated that pitiful body and killed everyone in the city.
No one dares to live in that city, let alone pass through or stay there.
An empty city, a dead city.
The rivers that meander from there are all extensions of blood.
In the truest sense——
Rivers of blood flowed.
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