Embers Ad Infinitum

boom!

With the sound of the door closing, Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that the air had become thinner.

No, it's not thin, but thick. It's so thick that it seems to have solidified and turned into an iron plate, making it impossible to absorb it.

Not only that, this air is still shrinking, like a pair of iron hands trying to contain Jiang Baimian's throat, like layers of soil covering the person, trying to bury him.

Jiang Baimian turned his head hard and saw that the faces and expressions of Long Yuehong and Bai Chen became abnormal.

Although the reaction would not be so fast in terms of suffocation, Long Yuehong seemed to have really entered a ghost story. Someone strangled his neck hard, and his whole body became drowsy.

He struggled hard and tried to resist, but his movements were restricted due to the "solidification" of the surrounding air.

Moreover, there was no one around him, and he didn't know what to do to get out of this predicament.

The most helpless thing about people is that you can't find your enemy at all.

Seeing this, Jiang Baimian felt strong in his waist and abdomen, and forcibly moved two steps to reach Long Yuehong's side.

She stretched out her left palm and grabbed Long Yuehong's shoulder.

Then, she lifted up Long Yuehong with a strong force, and threw the teammate directly towards the stairs like throwing a shot put.

With Long Yuehong's weight, she still flew lightly.

boom!

He hit the wall on one side of the stairs, bounced to the middle of the stairs, and rolled down at an extremely fast speed.

As her face and back kept colliding with the stairs, Long Yuehong fell dizzy and was unable to stop her.

In just two or three seconds, he rolled to the corner of the stairs.

Long Yuehong was surprised to find that the feeling of being strangled around her neck was much weaker, and her breathing had recovered somewhat.

The viscosity of the air here is obviously much weaker than that on the seventh floor!

Without thinking about why, Long Yuehong relied on instinct, experience and inertia to roll toward the stairs connecting to the sixth floor.

With a popping sound, he finally returned to the sixth floor.

At this moment, he felt that the air around him was so fresh, so beautiful, and so touching.

When Long Yuehong flew towards the stairs, Shang Jianyao looked away from him with regret and turned to Bai Chen.

Kick, kick, kick!

Shang Jianyao seemed to be running with something weighing hundreds of kilograms, and his expression became ferocious.

In a few steps, he had arrived behind Bai Chen.

He raised his right leg and kicked Bai Chen's butt violently.

During this process, he seemed to have used up all the energy to feed himself.

Bai Chen "flyed" uncontrollably towards the stairs, turned into a rolling gourd, and fell down layer by layer.

At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao each held their breaths and ran towards the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

They used all their strength, as if they were facing the drag of an invisible, powerful, omnipresent, and increasingly powerful enemy.

After much effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the stairs one after another.

Then, they protected their heads and faces and rolled down with the help of gravity.

After rolling all the way back to the sixth floor, Jiang Baimian finally felt that the air became normal.

She stood up like a carp, glanced at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who were still dizzy, and said in a deep voice:

"Go back to your room first!"

If their reaction had been just a little slower, the entire group might have remained on the seventh floor in the form of corpses.

That feeling of suffocation, that feeling of being buried, is getting stronger and stronger!

The feeling of suffocation remained in the air, and the four members of the "Old Tune Team" returned to the room where "Garibaldi" was located.

As for the corpse of the gray-robed monk on the stairs, they had no time to take care of it, and they didn't dare to take care of it.

After closing the door, Shang Jianyao glanced at Long Yuehong, who had a bruised nose and face, and complained to Jiang Baimian:

"You should throw Xiaobai."

Obviously, he wanted to kick Long Yuehong's ass more.

Jiang Baimian said "ha":

"According to the team's playbook, prioritize the one who is closer."

Yes, yes, I don't want to be kicked away directly... Long Yuehong wanted to say this, but she found that there were not many bruises and swelling on Bai Chen's face. She seemed to have reacted while being kicked away. Come here and protect your head in advance.

In comparison, although he was not swollen into a pig's head when he was the first to roll up the stairs, he was still bruised everywhere.

He didn't dare to blame the team leader for throwing too hard, leaving him too late to react. He could only helplessly laugh at himself about his bad luck.

At this time, Bai Chen forcibly brought the topic back on track.

She said in a deep voice:

"I feel like there's more than one person on the seventh floor."

Some people are trying to confuse the "old tune team" and let them enter that room; some people are preventing the door from opening; some people are trying hard to spread the information; some people are killing people to silence... Some of these behaviors are contradictory to each other and do not look like one at all. People can do it.

"Judging from the situation just now, there are at least two people fighting against each other, and we are just one of the props." Jiang Baimian nodded.

She then glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"But it doesn't rule out that that person is similar to He, with a split personality, and in reality they will restrain each other and confront each other for a long time."

"I'll just say it!" Shang Jianyao had an expression on his face that I had foreseen.

He had previously assumed that the "Buddha's body" had ninety-nine and eighty-one "personalities."

Long Yuehong recalled:

“I remember opening and closing the door at the same time, and there was an obvious tug-of-war.

"If there is really a split personality, how can we directly fight each other?"

This is approximately equivalent to an awakened person being able to use two abilities at the same time without relying on props.

"I'm not sure about this." Jiang Baimian turned his head and looked at Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao replied with a hint of regret:

"It's not possible now. Maybe it will be possible when we enter the 'Soul Corridor'."

"So, the 'split personality theory' cannot be fully confirmed, and the 'suppressed devil theory' is also possible." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully, "But, this is not the point of the problem. After all, we have escaped. Then just remember not to go to the seventh floor no matter what. The key point now is, what does the 'Hom' in the room mean?"

"Fah Region Hom Reproductive Medical Center?" Long Yuehong thought of this first.

Bai Chen nodded:

"I think this is what I'm referring to. The person in the room wants us to go to one of the five holy places, the Holm Reproductive Medical Center in the ruins of Wasteland 13. There may be some secrets hidden there that he wants us to discover."

"Yeah." Jiang Baimian nodded gently.

Apparently, she thought so too.

Purely in terms of words, Holm means lowland or small island. There is no specific direction. At least the "Old Tune Team" can't think of anything that meets the conditions.

"I'm leaning towards the devil now." Shang Jianyao suddenly interrupted.

Actually, so am I... Long Yuehong whispered in her heart.

The terrifying "devil" Wu Meng is sealed somewhere in the ruins of Wasteland 13. Now, Huo, who is in Room 3 on the seventh floor of Xikaluo Temple, wants the "old tune team" to go to the ruins of Wasteland 13. Tom Reproductive Medical Center.

Combined with the rumor that the "Buddha's body" suppressed a demon, it is difficult not to have similar associations.

But this would lead to the strange conclusion that the "Buddha's body" killed the gray-robed monk and silenced him.

Before Jiang Baimian responded, Shang Jianyao asked enthusiastically:

"Want to go?"

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Baimian said perfunctorily, "Even if the Holm Reproductive Medical Center is not equal to the secret laboratory, the danger will not be less. We should report it to the company and see what tips we can get."

After speaking, she looked around thoughtfully:

“Whenever we discuss similar matters, Zenaga Guru seems not to be ‘involved’.

"Could it be that his 'other mind' has been interfered with?"

While speaking, Jiang Baimian looked up at the ceiling.

"Maybe." Bai Chen nodded with understanding.

"I don't know how he did it..." Shang Jianyao looked yearning.

At this time, "Garibaldi" who was tied to the bed asked them confusedly:

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Shang Jianyao pointed at Long Yuehong and spoke in a longer tone:

"We encountered a ghost..."

Giuseppe, who was sitting back, followed Shang Jianyao's fingers and looked at Long Yuehong. He saw that his neck was red, but there were no prominent fingerprints.

Giuseppe couldn't help but shuddered:

Is there really a ghost?

During the brief silence, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Judging from the current time, it should be the young monk who came to deliver breakfast.