There is no doubt that the Russians should also feel that strange call.
The fbi subconsciously took a step back. Although Akai Shuichi's talent in clairvoyance was not outstanding, he still studied the relevant knowledge carefully.
The smile of the young man wearing a Cossack hat was very amiable and friendly, but Akai Shuichi would not be fooled so easily.
On the contrary, if Shuichi Akai's observation and memory were correct, the Russians' spirits seemed to be overly excited in this scene.
This feeling was very similar to those people he had met in the FBI's secret base, who had used their clairvoyance abilities too much or had too close contact with things that were called ghosts and gods.
This also made Shuichi Akai involuntarily stay away from Fyodor, but it was obvious that the demon didn't care about it.
He felt better than ever before, and all his senses seemed to be strangely enhanced at this moment and distributed to every corner, just like listening to the speed of the stream flowing with his fingertips.
Goals, ambitions or something else suddenly became clearer than ever before. He could clearly feel the dreams floating around him. At this moment, his ears and eyes suddenly became clear, and it was the first time that he was aware of this world so clearly.
The demon should not have indulged in this. He clearly felt this illusion, but was still amazed by this clear and real feeling, and unknowingly fell into Xiao Chou's trick.
This is the banquet of ugliness, a banquet that reveals the truth of facts, and also a gathering of desires that brings together 52 kinds of ambitions.
The familiar yet unfamiliar sound of bells seemed to be everywhere. Shuichi Akai was stunned for a long time before he realized that the source of the sound was not the little ugly guy who still made him feel uneasy, but just a glass windchime hanging under the eaves of the wooden house.
Wait, how can there be a wooden house in a place like this?
When Shuichi Akai began to think about this, the narrow Hasegawa Road squeezed between two huge mountains appeared before everyone as if it had existed for a long time.
To call it a long and narrow valley would probably exaggerate the size of this gap. It is more like a small cave on the stone wall that is only wide enough for one person to pass through.
Human curiosity seemed to be fully magnified on this island, and the moment Shuichi Akai became curious about the world outside the cave, he could not help but do so.
And it seems that he is not the only one who indulges his curiosity. His consciousness and desire seem to have returned to the moment when he was in the mother's womb. He is instinctively bursting out towards the most primitive desire of human beings to explore the unknown.
He saw an endless dark green valley, and some golden powdery objects, perhaps the sun, made everything there look new and sparkling.
Unknown fruits and vegetables adorn the treetops, unknown six-legged beasts make gentle calls, and unknown streams sparkle with colorful colors, like glass, or the remaining light of a rainbow.
New trees, new rivers, new air, new everything.
He had to use strange adjectives like "new" to describe these products that should have been created by nature after years of creation, because everything was too beautiful, as if they were tailor-made yet natural.
Shuichi Akai suddenly no longer missed the coast and shallow beach he had been to before.
All the past has lost its meaning,
Because that's where it is.
The ultimate fantasy kingdom,
An endless dreamland.
Those who should not exist in this world,
The hometown of Wuyou.
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Of course, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko also heard the so-called voice in his heart, but if he just listened to this voice, it would definitely not be something an arrogant young man would do.
As if it was destined, he became the first rebel.
After taking a completely opposite fork in the road, he came to a huge valley, a valley full of yellow roses.
Countless large blue butterflies look like
Like birds, they make sweet calls while flying, and a huge red dot appears in the center of their wings, making them look like flowers flying in the air.
Red, blue and yellow seem to be the main themes here.
For no reason, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko thought of that weird little Chou. The little Chou's blue and yellow clothes and the red round nose were probably the everlasting memories that the neurotic dwarf left him.
The white-haired young man wrinkled his eyebrows in disgust and waved his hands in the air, as if he was trying to drive away the butterflies that had been flying around him, or as if he was throwing away some invisible dirt.
He walked quickly through the sea of flowers, but did not smell any of the fragrance of the flowers that should have been there.
These beautiful yellow roses seemed to be made of paper, and the petals were so soft that Shigezawa Ryuhiko couldn't help but rub the poker cards in his pocket when the flowers brushed across his wrists.
These yellow hibiscus flowers only have a flashy appearance, but they do not have the organs to emit refreshing fragrance.
It's gorgeous, but fake enough to annoy Ryuhiko Shibuzawa, who considers himself a collector.
He strode forward and soon reached the end of the valley.
The mountain wall was solid, and when Shibuzawa Ryuhiko felt the hard touch, a very strange feeling arose in his heart.
He always cared too much about authenticity, counterfeit or genuine, and he almost subconsciously took out the old magnifying glass that he had always kept in his pocket.
But the next second, before he could react, a cold hand passed through the wall and carried his body to the ground.
The first thing he felt was weightlessness.
Soon his cheek touched a patch of soft green grass, something that had not been there in the previous sea of yellow.
After spitting out the grass crumbs in his mouth, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko quickly realized that the grass might not be real. The grass strands that ran between his lips and teeth left a taste similar to that of mint popping candy.
But when he reacted, his hand was suddenly empty. The magnifying glass had been taken away by a female dwarf in pink clothes.
The magnifying glass that was held up was facing a huge lake next to the woods directly behind them.
Shibuzawa Ryuhiko was at a perfect angle to see the direction of the lake through the magnifying glass, but it was this casual glance that slowed down his movements.
In just a blink of an eye, the dwarf who looked like he was about to cry disappeared from Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's sight.
For a moment or two, Shibuzawa Ryuhiko thought he was in the water.
A lake? No, he quickly dismissed the idea.
It is in a glass fish tank filled with water.
Something strange seemed to have happened to his body; he could not lower his head, nor could he see his hands.
He turned into a red goldfish.
The curved glass of the fish tank prevented him from seeing outside very well, but he could still make out someone was walking towards him.
Outside the pitch-black fish tank is a distorted shape.
Two red suns came up.
Someone was speaking softly, but it couldn't hear clearly.
Goldfish can't understand human language.
"Princess Sun."
Consciousness is like water in a fish tank with the plug opened, and it is suddenly kicked out of the fragile and beautiful world of the fish tank.
And such little episodes disappeared silently like ripples on the water.
Maybe someone has discovered something, but the limitation of their vision allows them to only see the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps no one can live to see the whole picture, because death itself is a way of His existence.
Dazai Osamu looked thoughtfully at the narrow valley they passed through, but in the end he gained nothing. Two red suns were burning above his head, but the young man in the light-colored windbreaker could not see them.
All he could see was white emptiness.
If he really has a God's perspective,
They will find that they are already thousands of feet high in the sky, surrounded by illusory fantasies, and countless powers of faith are glowing with golden red light, continuously flowing out of them.
And the participants in this feast were far more than the 52 people they saw. This was a huge collective dream. Those who had more or less clairvoyant abilities were now fertile land for the growth of pure faith.
They are often much more receptive to things beyond imagination than ordinary people who have never been exposed to this aspect, and are more likely to believe in what they see, which also benefits the Haiyin Temple tour plan.
The faith value gained in the live broadcast room was also used generously in this regard. The golden light kept shining in the sky, building the most unimaginable fortress at this time, and the incredible scene presented to the live broadcast room also received more feedback.
The red eyes of the black giant "Holy Spirit" seemed to be burned by the light, and it let out a roar as if expressing anger.
Haiyin Temple Suyou, walking in the corridor, openly opened the red leather notebook. He had completely mastered the power in it, and it was also easy for him to stuff it into any spiritual vision dimension at will. Except for the audience in the live broadcast room, no one could see the system without his consent.
The cover of the notebook began to wriggle again as if it were engorged with blood, and even the papers inside seemed to have life, trembling slightly and making a rustling sound like the wings of crustaceans rubbing against each other.
And on that old piece of paper, the number behind Haiyin Temple Suyou's name was steadily expanding. As expected, the "Holy Spirit" would reach the height of the stratosphere at the early morning of the next day, which was his birthday.
The value of faith decreased for a while, but was quickly replenished by the newly produced amount. In this terrifying consumption rate, it actually gained a slow growth.
Under the gaze of the "Holy Spirit", the prototype of this golden mysterious land - the Land of Nothingness is constantly emerging.
This floating fantasy land is not only one of the important stages for the Banquet of the Ugly, but also a supreme altar waiting for sacrifices and masters.
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"Come in."
The tour to Haiyin Temple took him to that familiar place where he had been last time.
But this time, he was not nervous at all.
Without the urging of the escort personnel behind him, he walked in on his own.