As if driven by instinct, he took a big step back, with a strong sense of unease in his heart.
It was like something important had been missed, and the feeling made him feel creepy.
The headache came like a tidal wave, hitting his nerves wave after wave, making it almost unbearable. He squinted his eyes painfully, trying hard to see the surrounding environment clearly.
Suddenly, he raised his head again and looked up at the temple—
He had been here before! However, he couldn't remember exactly when or what happened.
The memories in my mind seemed to be torn into countless pieces, each piece flickering with a faint light, but could never be pieced together.
He tried desperately to recall the past, trying to grasp those fleeting clues, but it was all in vain.
Blore sat down on the ground as light as a feather, and the chains wrapped around him swayed with the movement of his body, making a crisp clanging sound.
However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He clearly remembered that these chains had disappeared before, but why did they reappear now?
The strange feeling became stronger and stronger, as if the whole world began to distort.
Fragments of memory appear and disappear, as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.
What was going on? Was there something wrong with my mind? Or was there some unknown secret hidden here?
"Hey? What's up brother? Even though we haven't seen each other's faces, it seems like he's pretty good."
Nansong looked at Blore with confusion, completely confused about the situation.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Bai Di responded impatiently, but in fact, an inexplicable strange feeling was inexplicably rising in his heart.
This feeling was both strange and familiar, making him nervous involuntarily.
"Ah, I've had enough of the cat and mouse game. Why don't we go back and sit down and have a good chat."
The originally clear and pleasant female voice suddenly changed its tone again, becoming turbid and low, like the roar of an evil spirit from the Nine Nether Hell.
At the same time, a huge, sticky tentacle that was gray-pink in color and surrounded by light yellow patterns slowly stretched out from the thick clouds and mist, tightly surrounding the two of them at lightning speed.
"Hmm? There's a little mouse down there? Let's go together?"
At the moment when the extremely dreamy yet extremely terrifying tentacles swept over, Blore's eyes were suddenly split by lightning, and another horrifying picture clearly appeared before his eyes.
The four of them were seen lying neatly in an extremely huge wooden box, their faces ashen and their eyes wide open, as if they had died with their eyes open.
What’s even more terrifying is that everyone’s body is tightly wrapped with their own chains. Those chains seem to have life, binding their bodies tightly and making it impossible to break free.
This scene was very familiar to Blore, because it was exactly what he and Bai Di had witnessed in the depths of the underground palace!
However, thinking about it again at this moment, he felt a chill running down his spine.
That’s not right. If the four of them are really dead, then who am I standing here now?
Why could he still see Nansong, Baidi, and Matuan so clearly? And why did Matuan seem to have no idea who he was?
And how will Bai Di and Nan Song view the current situation?
A series of questions flooded into Blore's mind like a tide, making him a little overwhelmed for a moment.
But soon, another strange feeling caught his attention - when the tentacles approached, he did not smell the expected breath of death.
Instead, a strange smell mixed with rotten cigarette ashes, water-soaked incense candles and rust hit my nose. The smell was so weird that it was unbelievable.
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Nan Song didn't know how long it had been, but before she could open her eyes, she felt a suffocating smell of earth and stone mixed with the smell of incense coming towards her.
Before she could react, she suddenly felt dizzy and her head was spinning, as if countless bees were stuffed in her head, buzzing non-stop.
The noisy sound didn't take her uncomfortable condition into consideration at all, and still tried its best to drill into her ears.
After a long while, she gradually came to her senses and was finally able to hear what the strange sound was.
It turned out to be the sound of chanting, which sounded slow and seemed very impatient.
What was even more bizarre was that the sound of chanting seemed to be mixed with some furtive laughter and faint sobbing.
Nan Song opened his eyes slightly and was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he almost cried out.
I saw that on the giant carved staircase that was so densely packed that it seemed as if there was no end, there was a group of creatures kneeling, and I didn’t know whether they were humans or ghosts!
These creatures lowered their heads, their mouths opening and closing as they chanted scriptures, but their eyes were all fixed on her, never looking away for a moment.
Nan Song only felt a piercing chill rising from his spine and quickly spreading throughout his body.
She couldn't help but shudder, then mustered up the courage to try to see the faces of those creatures clearly.
But no matter how hard she tried, all she could see was a blurry image, and she couldn't tell what they looked like.
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