After listening to Ke Qier's narration, it is basically certain that the "upstairs" they are currently in is a hallucinogenic space caused by the resentment of resentful spirits.
They observed and tested each other, and were pleased to find that neither of them was mentally disturbed, and the psychological pressure was within the tolerable range. After analyzing for a while, they almost came to a conclusion.
The effects of this hallucinogenic space tend to cause cognitive transformation confusion and mental coordinate misalignment.
"It's always changing."
While maintaining the barrier of purity supported by the purifying spiritual light - like maintaining a bubble under water, Kezier raised one hand to identify one of his small statues, holding one of the arms of the statue together with the one held in his hand. Poke the absolute ruler out of the barrier and test the coordinate fluctuations in space.
"Is there a scope?" he asked. The cold was real, so he was responsible for maintaining the temperature.
"The distance is thirty meters to minus fifteen." Ke Qier said.
One end of the left arm of the statuette was in his hand, and the other end inexplicably appeared on the side of a rectangular statue far away. A few seconds later, it was inserted into the floor blankly. This was naturally the result of a misalignment of psychological coordinates.
"The frequency is about once every five to ten seconds." Yicha nodded and put away the small statue in his hand - the tool in this statue's hand is a small hammer with many metal beads inside, which can measure cognition after being connected to the mind. shock. "Our friends are very angry."
They had just walked half way back and forth.
This floor is shrouded in hallucinogenic resentment, and once cognition is entered, it is distorted, and it is no longer known what it was like.
Purified scenes can be seen within the barrier maintained by the purifying spiritual light, but in addition to hallucinations, there are many concrete obstacles in the space of resentment, and some places are inaccessible to them.
Anyway.
Right now, it looks like the only area they can move around is a corridor—maybe. A downward staircase leads to an exterior guest service area—perhaps. The two upward stairs at both ends of the corridor lead to a top exit of the terminal office - maybe. There were three square doors on each side around the corridor, and not a single other creature - maybe.
"Mr. Ghost! Mr. Ghost!"
Keqier began to shout outside the Purity Barrier again.
The only thing that responded to him was the subtle sound between the movement of a "super-stuck" mechanical clock and the singing of a white comb whale - it was clearly mentioned in the latest version of "Background Sound Reference for Law, Energy, and State Effects" that this was exactly what the sound was. Sounds that will be produced in a hallucinogenic space.
"It should be impossible to call him back. Judging from the values we measured, Mr. Ghost may have completely dispersed."
Yicha stopped Keqier and asked him to check the doors in the corridor from one end to the other, looking for the core of the pendulum star.
Not all resentful spirits will have resentment attacks, and not all resentment attacks will expand into resentment spaces - it is even less likely that all expansions will be complete, but the current one is.
The fully unfolded wraith is basically in a completely materialized state and cannot be interacted with - the degree of freedom it can interact with is about the same as a stool, and it cannot even be moved.
Only by finding the core and folding and organizing the entire space according to the original logic can there be a chance of recovery.
"The fully-expanded wraith...the core should also be dormant. How to find it? Oops!" Keqier pushed open the nearest door on the left side of the corridor in distress and slipped at the door.
A large amount of black asphalt-like viscous semi-fluid overflowed as the door opened. Keqier stepped on it and immersed half of his body in it——
He jumped up immediately, but half of his body was already black - the purifying aura that was always on hardened the surface of the black oil and condensed it into oil.
Ke Qier hurriedly peeled them off with his hands, but the black oil seemed to grow on its own. In the blink of an eye, it burst from the center and stuck to his hand again.
"It's in this corridor. I marked him."
Yi Zha reluctantly cast a decontamination spell, and the sludge became thinner and fell from Keqier's hands - very timely, because the next second they "popped" and started to catch on their own.
The "bang" sound in the room was louder.
Whatever had been inside was now ablaze—Kircher stared sadly into it before they could enter or see. "I hope Mr. Ghost's core isn't there."
Those flames had no fire. There is no temperature either.
But it looked fierce - the area where Keqier's wings were rubbed was still burnt.
"The good news is that he's not here, otherwise my mark would disappear." Icha closed the door with the hand of the statuette and walked forward. "The bad news is, he got angry."
"Uh. Anger..."
Keqier was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned to follow, so that they were both within the barrier of their own purity - a bit like chasing to hold an umbrella for a wayward companion in a heavy rain. "When did you get marked?"
"When Wu Zha self-destructed the center, he hadn't fully developed yet."
As he spoke, Yi Cha pushed the second door in front open a crack, glanced at it and closed it again - a broad purple-black tongue was caught in the crack of the door.
He clamped the door hard again, and the statuette's hand was replaced by a small sword, and he poked a few holes with his tongue. The tongue trembled and he collapsed on the ground. "It's just an ordinary mark. The coordinates here are too misaligned. True Seeing can only see the disturbed areas and cannot restore them... Fortunately, the area is not big. I can still feel it if I am close to the mark."
He moved on.
"After he gets angry, he will still be angry..."
Ke Qier followed Yi Cha worriedly, passing by the slightly twitching tongue sticking out from the crack of the door, and suddenly he lost all curiosity. "He usually...well. I didn't know he was so...so..."
"So he must have had a big kick. Maybe he came face-to-face with the terminal lawyer."
Yi Cha opened the third door a slit, took a look, and strode in without hesitation this time. "Maybe it's because of this that no terminal office employees followed us up..."
Inside is an embroidered lake. The lake was set in a mass of ugly, gnarled spikes.
Half of the lake was on fire.
This room is much taller than what it looks like from the outside. Once inside, it's hard to realize this is a room.
The flames grew from next door, and the lack of heat made it even more dangerous. The surrounding spikes were scorched black, dripping liquid like candle tears.
"Anger spreads so fast." Yi Cha jumped to the lake and looked down.
Keqier followed. The barrier of purity had no effect on the anger of the resentful spirit - the flames covered a large distorted space.
Still, through the twisted air above the lake and the turbid, rusty water—
You can still see a drop-shaped gray-white stone lying quietly among the gray-black messy spikes at the bottom of the lake.
"Mr. Ghost's core!" Ke Qier shouted in surprise.
