Broken forms, wandering and sweeping under the shadows, black light shining with sharp aura...

The interspersed combination of extreme stillness and extreme movement creates an artistic conception full of intimidation and questioning...

A sudden burst of inspiration, a scrawled manuscript drawn with a pen - the head of the sign is not rounded, and the tail of the sign has long and sticky ink lines...

With a little deeper imagination, the air in front of Fan Ning seemed to twist and reorganize, and paper pieces flying like snowflakes appeared all over the sky.

"Sheeran...why did I just feel that the strings hanging the dolls were moving on their own?" Qiong suddenly said in surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, just hallucinate." Sheeran said.

"Come here and help move things." Vasius suddenly put his arm on Fan Ning's shoulder.

He turned around and looked, only to see black and white threads of inspiration floating to another place - he was standing next to a huge turtle statue.

"Don't risk your life and damage it. I don't want to risk my life with you to pay for it." Fan Ning curled his lips, but considering that Vasius might have discovered something, he still walked over.

"Little girls, don't watch the show. This thing is not light, so hurry up."

Several people stood and squatted, and finally slowly moved the statue a short distance away.

The turtle statue attached to the base was placed sideways and occupied a considerable area. As it was moved away, a small, plain white stone door appeared on the wall.

In the dim light, you can see that there is a fine arched door gap between it and the surrounding walls, but the strange thing is that there is no handle or other decorations on the door, it is completely bare.

"That's it." Vasius finally showed a satisfied look, "Miss Nehemiah, come here, do as I say, put your hands on it first."

"Me?" Joan said in disbelief, then shrank back, "I, I, I don't dare, what are you going to do? Are you trying to sacrifice me?"

Fan Ning took a step forward and stared at Vasius: "Can you speak clearly first?"

Vasius unhurriedly loaded the black pistol in his hand. This action caused everyone to take a few steps back and pick up various firearms or curse seals.

"This place is not suitable for action." Vasius stroked the gun body, "Frankly speaking, your high-level 'Fierce Sun Guidance' combined with the light of first acquaintance poses a certain threat to me, and the spiritual lock is difficult to escape... But the problem is

, my head is just a doll, right?"

He removed the loaded chamber again: "I'm not sure about shooting in this damn place. Please cooperate. I need Miss Nehemiah to help me open this door, and then I will use it to take you out...

"As he spoke, he swung his pocket watch again, "After finishing the business, let's go to the Special Inspection Hall to chat slowly..."

Fan Ning stared at him and considered.

In fact, he was desperately thinking about how to trigger the trigger on No. 2.

Go back to the Special Patrol Hall and chat with him slowly? Are you kidding me?

Fan Ning felt that his brain was spinning as fast as a centrifuge, and his brain was almost being thrown out.

...C sharp? Moonlight? So what does it have to do with these animals?

Is there anything related to "sunset and moonrise" here? Nothing!!

After a dozen breaths, he looked at the skyline outside the far side window again.
Chapter completed!