Luo Binhan blinked and tried his best to look at the other person politely. The pain on his body was much better at this time, but the dizziness after blood loss had not completely dissipated, so it was not surprising that he heard something wrong.
He stared at Asabam for a moment, and then heard her say: "Kneel down."
This time I couldn't have heard wrongly. The dwarf star guest's expression was as usual, as if he called his servant to change clothes when he got up every morning. She could easily make Luo Binhan surrender - as long as the shadows running into his body moved a little, Luo Binhan would have to assume any posture she asked. But she did not use the power that Luo Binhan could not understand for the time being, but simply issued the order verbally. It should have been some kind of demonstration, but Luo Binhan had never seen such a non-positive demonstration attitude. She looked as if she were performing a routine in which she had no interest.
Luo Binhan continued to stare at her, wondering whether he should obey her order. He is not a die-hard member, but he feels that there is currently a lack of a suitable surrender atmosphere. If the other party directly threatens his or Bangbang's life, then of course there is nothing to struggle with, but relying on such a sentence would be too simplistic. He can't give in so easily, that's not the way to negotiate.
He stood there without moving, waiting for Asabam to continue adding more energy, or simply use his shadow to control his body. As a result, Asabam seemed to think that he had spoken clearly enough, so he stood still like a stone, motionless.
"...Did you grow up in a slave country?" he asked as politely as he could.
"You have no right to know," Asabam said.
"Aren't I asking you what you want to do?" Luo Binhan said, "Kneel down? Why do you think I would do this?"
"You want a gun."
Luo Binhan simply couldn't understand her logic. Did Asabam talk like this to every enemy in the past? The only reason she wasn't identified was because she wasn't alive? He decided not to argue about the matter, but he also would not do what Asabam asked, not at any cost.
"I don't want it that much." Luo Binhan said, "Just take it."
At this time, he was mentally prepared and knew that he would have to pay a price for these words. But that was necessary because he had to figure out how much room for mediation he would have. And as long as Asabam was not ready to send him to see Shas, any other punishment would be irrelevant. His bottom line has now been pulled very low by the Black Star Dream, and it is hard to believe that Asabam can play any new tricks.
A shadow wrapped around Asabam's arm. It rolled up the gun in her hand and pressed it gently. Luo Binhan heard an explosion, and this second most important and reliable weapon said goodbye to him forever. Shadow threw the twisted metal bar to the ground, and it landed right at Bang Bang's feet. Bangbang jumped up in shock and hid behind Luo Binhan. Robin Han heard the muffled sound when Ohot hit his head, but even this lightsaber warrior no longer scolded his incompetent traveling companion as usual. That can't be blamed on Bang Bang, because Asabam is obviously far beyond the capabilities of the three of them. But Luo Binhan also felt a little worried about this. He didn't understand Asabam's character and abilities, but at least he could see that she was not in a good state now. If Bang Bang comes off as too harmless—or even a bit of a liability, from another perspective—Dwarfstar might be tempted to consider reducing the number of hostages.
Fortunately Asabam didn't do that. She wasn't even interested in bargaining with Luo Binhan. After she threw the scrap metal bar to the ground, the shadow spread from the bottom of her feet again. Darkness spread like a tide, covering every corner Luo Binhan could see.
That quickly made the entire environment invisible. The sky and the ground became one, and the darkness itself seemed to have a form. It clung to Luo Binhan's skin, as greedy and sticky as a leech.
In that darkness, Luo Binhan felt that the ground beneath his feet was softening, sinking like mud. When he stretched out his arm and tried to grab Asabam, who was supposed to be standing in front of him, only darkness as thick as mud fell between his fingers.
He paused for a moment and realized that he had fallen into a narrow, dark vertical passage at some point. He could still breathe freely, but the darkness was wriggling like an intestinal wall, squeezing him deeper underground. He tried shouting Bang Bang a few times, and even called Asabam, but the darkness seemed to be clinging to his lips, and his voice was sucked away as soon as he escaped. He felt that the surrounding environment was so quiet, as if he were buried alive alone six feet under. Reason told him that this was absolutely impossible, but the thought still made him shudder involuntarily. He was no longer so afraid of pain or blood, but the silence seemed to make him more and more unbearable.
This illusion lasted for a short period of time, only about ten breaths in Luo Binhan's opinion. Before he could actually take any action, the vertical catwalk opened up. A faint light came into his field of vision.
He found himself standing in a gray world. That was how he felt when he first saw it. Gray shrouded the surrounding area like a thick fog, penetrated his skin and even invaded his eyes. The ground is rugged, dark and cold rock formations, and bottomless clouds roll in the sky. They gathered into large and small whirlpools, like a monstrous flood hanging upside down above his head, exactly like what the underworld should look like.
But this dark and depressing world is not silent. It can even be said to be full of all kinds of movements. Around Luo Binhan, countless shadows were shaking behind the thick fog. The smallest one is like a rat sparrow, and the largest one is as huge as a whale, all swaying and hiding in the mist. Some shadows just passed by Luo Binhan, while others wandered back and forth, as if they already knew he was standing nearby.
Luo Binhan was shocked by this scene. He had no idea what those shadows were, but he felt an unspeakable horror at the way they moved. He listened to the humming sounds coming from the gray mist - the more he listened carefully, the richer and louder the sounds became. They seemed to be eagerly telling him many secrets, but he could not understand any of them.
Luo Binhan gasped unconsciously. At this moment, a pale hand emerged from the gray mist and grasped his wrist accurately. Then a rock-like face appeared from above the gray mist. Luo Binhan's heart almost stopped. Without thinking, he stabbed it with the dagger, then doubled over from the severe pain in his lungs.
Asabam, darker than before, emerged from the fog. She stood in front of Luo Binhan and said coldly: "There will be no next time."
The foreign object twisting Luo Binhan's lungs stopped commotion. Luo Binhan gasped for air and looked up at Asabam again. She looked less and less like a living person in the fog, but when Luo Binhan stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, he found that his hand was also as miserable as Asabam. His nearly reddish-brown coat was now like a layer of oxidized plasma. The fabric was dark and stiff, exuding an unpleasant smell.
He looked at himself tiredly for a few times, and then directly asked the culprit of all this: "Where is this?"
"Shortcut," Asabam said.
shortcut. A familiar word. But Luo Binhan couldn't see any roads in his field of vision, only endless fog and endless shadows hidden in the fog. Those murmuring voices almost made his nerves snap.
He took a few deep breaths and forced a smile at Asabam.
"A shortcut," he repeated. "At least it leads to somewhere, right? Where are you going?"
"You want to go too."
Luo Binhan smiled politely at her, nodded and said, "Okay, okay. You sleep in the box, and I'll kneel down outside and hold the lamp for you."
He had more to say, but the shadows rolling in his chest made him hiss and no more sound came out.
Assabam watched him rolling on the ground indifferently, until he stopped and then continued: "I want to go to Wigden Babekyelen du Bukada."
Her words really made Luo Binhan unable to give a response. His tongue was like a red-hot iron clinging to the roof of his mouth, and he could no longer use it, so he had no choice but to struggle hard, lift his upper body from the ground, and give Asabam his middle finger. Unfortunately, that was probably not a universal gesture, so Asabam didn't show any anger. She just looked down at Luo Binhan, with a slight confusion on her expression.
"You are very stubborn." She said calmly, then she looked away without interest and looked into the depths of the fog. She kept looking at those weird shadows until Luo Binhan got up from the ground again.
"Vigaden Barbekoyelen du Bocadar," she repeated, "you have seen him. Now you are to come with me to find him and destroy him before he escapes."
"Nonsense." Luo Binhan said, "Who the hell would call Vitamin Pavlov Gambling Bibab? Why do I know this Vitasoy Tower of Babylon Poison Bubble Roll? I don't know what the hell it is. I’m not here to open a milk tea snack shop.”
He could continue to hold on for ten days and ten nights, but that did not shake Asabam's will at all. She didn't even cause Luo Binhan any physical pain anymore, but simply said: "The name means 'Veil of the Holy One'."
"Why do I call you that?" Luo Binhan said. He immediately saw Asabam raising her hand, and a shadow surrounded her wrist, stretching into the depths of the unknown depth of the mist. In the blink of an eye, another shadow was dragged over from the fog. It screamed and called for Ohot, and it could be heard clearly even from a distance of more than ten meters. In the blink of an eye, Luo Binhan saw the same gray-colored Bang Bang appearing in front of him, suspended in mid-air by the shadow of Assabamu. He looked unhurt, but badly shaken.
Asabam put down his hand, and the shadow suddenly disappeared, leaving Bang Bang on the ground. Luo Binhan couldn't help but glance there, and then realized that he had done something wrong. He immediately turned around and pretended not to care about Bang Bang's situation.
"Follow me." Asabam said. She put her hands behind her back, assuming a posture that looked very much like Jing Huang's. Then she raised her head slightly.
Another shadow crossed Luo Binhan's eyes. He subconsciously followed it with his eyes and saw it landing on one of Bang Bang's legs. The leg immediately bent strangely, first at thirty degrees, then at ninety degrees, and then at one hundred and eighty degrees, which was beyond Bang Bang's physiological limit. Luo Binhan's roar and Bang Bang's scream were almost in no particular order.
Amid these two voices full of intense emotions, Asabam just stood calmly. When Luo Binhan finally chose to shut up because of the gradually tightening shadow, she nodded expressionlessly.
"Follow me," she repeated, "or he dies first."
