"Ma Tuan!" Blore watched helplessly as the gray fog carried the other party away, but it was too abrupt, as nothing had happened before.
"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!"
Blore muttered to himself as he took several steps back, taking several deep breaths and exhaling them slowly, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.
Ever since he set foot in this mysterious place, everything he experienced seemed to be filled with an indescribable atmosphere of weirdness and irrationality.
That's not right! When did he get here? And how did he get here?
His memories seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, blurring and blurring. He vaguely felt that besides the four companions he had traveled with, he seemed to have met several other people...
Oh right! Now I remember, he actually walked in right after that person.
But who is that person?
What does it look like?
Why follow each other?
These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in Blore's mind, making him feel more and more confused and lost.
When Blore came to, he found himself in a big pit.
This pit looks ordinary, just a larger earth pit. Apart from its slightly larger size, there is nothing special about it.
However, after he easily climbed out of the pit, an inexplicable intuition prompted him to subconsciously choose to ignore the unidentified object hiding in the shadow corner and secretly peeping at him - he had no way of judging whether it was a person or a ghost.
Then Blore kicked aside a pile of strange-looking, eyeball-like things, thinking he could continue on his way. But the further he went, the more astonishment he felt.
He widened his eyes and looked at the scene on both sides of the road in disbelief - the cracks between the stones and the ground were densely packed with all kinds of hairpins!
The number of these hairpins is beyond imagination, as if it is an ocean of hairpins.
Among them, some hairpins are exquisitely shaped and gorgeous, inlaid with dazzling gems and pearls; while others are simple and quaint, exuding an air of vicissitudes of life after years of precipitation.
However, no matter how different their styles are, all hairpins exude a creepy and weird atmosphere that makes people shudder.
For some reason, Blore seemed to be driven by some mysterious force and reached out his hand to try to pull out one of the hairpins.
He gripped the head of the hairpin tightly and pulled it outwards with force.
However, even though he used all his strength, the hairpin did not move at all.
Looking more closely, it turned out that it was not that it was not pulled out, but that it was broken in the middle, with half remaining in the ground and the other half pulled out by him.
Blore looked at the broken hairpin in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to force it.
After all, the area covered with hairpins in front of you is the only way to leave this pit. If you want to get out, you must bite the bullet and keep moving forward.
So he took a deep breath, carefully avoided the hairpin on the ground, and walked forward step by step.
As he walked deeper, Blore gradually felt that the road seemed to become deeper and deeper, as if it would never end.
At the same time, the earthy smell in the air became stronger and stronger. The pungent smell constantly irritated his nasal cavity, making him feel nauseous.
Not only that, the oppressive feeling brought by the surrounding environment became heavier and heavier, as if an invisible big hand was strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
In a trance, Blore suddenly had an illusion.
He felt as if he had not walked out of the huge coffin. On the contrary, the coffin had expanded hundreds of times and he was trapped in it again.
It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him. Like a headless fly, he rushed around in this small space, but he couldn't find the exit...
In this deep and narrow corridor, one oil lamp after another burned quietly, emitting a faint and dim light.
Blore approached one of the lamps cautiously, wanting to see more closely what was so unusual about the grease used in them.
The grease took on an eerie pink hue, as if imbued with some mysterious power. Even more eerie was the presence of unknown objects floating on the surface of the grease. They resembled neither the dead bodies of common insects nor ordinary impurities.
Blore walked suspiciously along the corridor, but he had only gone a few lights when he suddenly stopped.
For some reason, ever since he entered this corridor, he always felt that there was a vague prying gaze following him closely.
The feeling of being watched followed him everywhere, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
So Blore couldn't help but look around, trying to find the guy who was secretly watching him.
However, after a fruitless search, he did not find any suspicious signs or figures.
In desperation, Blore had to grit his teeth and continue moving forward.
As he continued to go deeper into the corridor, the road beneath his feet, originally covered with fine mud, gradually changed. The mud gradually disappeared, replaced by gray-black tiles.
Suddenly, a sharp and piercing alarm sounded in Blore's heart, the sound was like thunder in a storm, shaking him uneasy.
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