Chen Yan recalled the broken lantern on Maier's waist just now, and felt a pang of regret in his heart.

'Kerosene lanterns usually look good in quality, but they are useless at critical moments and break when touched.'

He got rid of the bad feeling from his heart, moved forward slowly, and thought in his mind at the same time, and after a few seconds he whispered:

"Anzem, Vivian, we have about half an hour left. After half an hour, the fuel in the lantern will run out, and I will be attacked by unknown things in the dark, and you..."

'We will fall into the wilderness and be eaten by the wilderness.'

The voice of Psalm 13 was very calm, as if nothing in this world could touch his heart.

Vivian said:

'Mr. Chen, I sensed the smell of my own race not too far away.'

Same race?

A member of the Moon Familiar Clan...

Is it Corey Ze Hunter?

Yes, Korize Hunter has remained in the wilderness without me opening the door for him!

If we can contact Krizer Hunter, we may be able to get out of the current predicament!

Thinking of this, Chen Yan's heart trembled.

No, if I contact Coreyze Hunter and continue to discover new rule fragments, I will probably lose my share.

but……

Since Vivian can use the word "sense"... Vivian uses the word "perception", she may also perceive the existence of Korize Hunter through the "blood source link", then, for the more powerful queen,

For readers, they must have sensed the former.

Perhaps, Korize Hunter has already begun to rush here.

Or maybe...

Vivian only said "same race", or maybe that person was not Korize Hunter, but a strange Moon Spawn.

If this is the true situation, Chen Yan's situation may be even more dangerous.

There is only half an hour of light left, Chen Yan must seize the time.

He thought for a few seconds, then opened the extremely thick "Fantasy of Omens" and quickly flipped through the pages until he found the name of [Earl of Mud and Stone Sea] Turazan.

The next few pages are a detailed introduction to him.

Chen Yan saw an illustration on the first page of Tulazan. The illustration was exactly the skinless evil ghost he had just seen through the synaesthesia with "Charlie without Guts".

"Turazan was named the Count of the Mud and Stone Sea because it was born in a swamp-like mud and stone beach. The violent Turazan collected the blood of 300,000 people and turned the mud and stone beach into red mud.

Shihai..."

What a weird fucking story...

Chen Yan didn't have time to read such low-level horror stories. He quickly scanned the book until he saw the word "mansion".

"In his later years, Turazan was tired of killing and fell in love with art. He believed that life is short, but art is eternal.

He especially loves oil painting.

It invented a unique painting method:

Through special induction, it freezes the person into what it wants at the moment before death. Under the premise of maintaining the greatest degree of reality, it prints the person on the painting paper and turns it into a real painting that does not require oil paint.

It called it [Biological Painting], and used this method to kill many famous and beautiful people, including Baron Deshnori of the Northern Su Tulu Dynasty, the emperor's concubine Raphael Baiyang, and the socialite Dole Fred...

…》

A long list of names took up two full pages. Most of these names were extremely weird. If placed in today's society, they would basically be a sensational naming method.

After the two pages of names, there is a detailed description of Turazan's method of killing each person, as well as illustrations of each person's death, as well as oil paintings made by the [Creature Painting] ability.

Those oil paintings were so "vivid" that even if they were only recorded on paper, Chen Yan felt that the eyes of the people in the oil paintings were staring at him.

'What a weird ability...'

'Every weird thing is recorded in such detail, no wonder this book is so thick...'

Chen Yan quickly looked down.

"Turazan placed the oil paintings he obtained in his mansion in the middle of the sea of ​​mud and rocks. The mansion had three floors. Except for the first floor where most of the oil paintings were placed, the other two floors were mostly used to store books.

Turazan was extremely narcissistic in its later years and was very afraid of death. It realized that in addition to art, memory would also be immortal, so it wrote everything it knew in books, recorded them, and placed them in the library.

It thought at that time that since it had done many evil things in its life, its grave would be dug up and destroyed after death.

It is not afraid that its body will be destroyed after death, it is only afraid that its art and books will be burned (Turazan himself also knows that the so-called "art" and "books" born of his perverted preferences are not tolerated in the world)

, so I set up triggering restrictions in the mansion:

When later people enter the mansion, only those who respect art as much as it does can take away its collection of books and oil paintings and walk out of the mansion safely."

After Chen Yan read it, his brows tightened.

'What the fuck does this mean? Just respect the art and get out of here? What kind of respect?'

Chen Yan had no idea what was going on.

The minute hand on the watch moved like a reminder. Chen Yan had to move on, but he didn't have a backpack, and his pockets couldn't store the unusually heavy "Record of Omens".

He thought for a moment, then suddenly took out his cell phone from his pocket, which had not been taken away by the Powder Keg Gang because it was too ugly, and slapped the phone on the cover of "Record of Bad Omens"——

The next moment, the phone has started to "eat" this weird and strange book.

The external body was running with high power consumption, which made Chen Yan's eyes blurred. When he regained his vision again, most of the extremely thick "Record of Bad Omen" had been eaten by the mobile phone!

'It should be because I completed my promotion, my inspiration intensity has increased, and my mental power has also strengthened, so the speed of loading data on my phone will also speed up.'

He remained vigilant in the dark, and after waiting nervously for a few seconds, the entire "Fantasy of Omens" had been completely "eaten" by his mobile phone, and an additional page with the cover of "Fantasy of Omens" appeared on the desktop of his phone.

APP.

After clicking on the APP, there is basically no difference from the normal "Fantasy of Omens". Almost the only difference is that the floating [Table of Contents] scroll bar appears, and you can select the page number of each weird existence based on its name. Chen

Yan scrolled to the bottom and saw that the total number of pages of "Omen and Dreams" on the APP was over 13,000.

'This is much more convenient.'

He looked at the upper right corner of the phone, and there was an 'X' in the signal column - it was not [Lagrange time], and the signal to the real world was blocked.

'Can't waste any more time.'

He involuntarily quickened his pace and whispered at the same time:

"Anzem, is the space rift still there?"

Psalm 13 responds:

"It's still there, not far to the left."

Chen Yan turned the corner to the left at the next moment and headed towards the position described in Psalm 13.

'Wait...what are you going to do? Space rifts are dangerous! They can tear people apart!'

Chen Yan whispered:

"Can space rifts allow people to travel through them?"

Psalm 13 immediately responded:

'This is theoretically possible, but that means you will take a huge risk of complete uncertainty...'

Chen Yan grinned in extreme fear. He didn't even know where this smile came from. Maybe it was simply because he fell into despair and had no other choice. The huge pressure led to insanity?

"It's better than falling into darkness!"

'The space rift is very close!'

Chen Yan glanced at his watch. Another five minutes had passed, and there were about 20 minutes left before the one and a half hour kerosene lantern burning time limit.

The next step he took, he actually left the space where the bookshelf was and came to an open space outside the bookshelf.

At the same time, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in front of him.

He didn't have time to squat down and touch the floor to create synesthesia. The range of the other party's fire was extremely small, and the range of his fire was not large. When the two saw each other's fire, the distance between them was already extremely close.

Chen Yan raised the muzzle of the gun before seeing the silhouette of the figure clearly, and with great luck, he just put the pistol against the opponent's head!

And the opponent's gun muzzle has already appeared on his chest.

Gentleman's hat, big beard, a cigarette in his mouth...

It's Ryan Gamma.

Is this Ryan Gamma real or fake?

Chen Yan could not tell the difference for the time being.

Chen Yan groaned in his heart, Psalm 13 had tricked him miserably, there was no space rift at all, but only Ryan Gama who didn’t know whether it was real or fake!

"Enemies meet on a narrow road." Chen Yan said, "Time is running out. If we cooperate, both of us can survive."
To be continued...