How can we get out of this exhibition hall?
Zhan Jingyi slowly entered the exhibition hall and looked at the exhibition of these paper-made and paper-made works. If these were not made of living people or living monsters, then this could really be regarded as a handicraft.
But after wandering around, I couldn't find a way out, as if there was no door at all.
Zhan Jingyi walked slowly around the entire exhibition hall while carefully looking at everything here.
As he walked, he frowned slightly and said, "This place feels very real to me, but I don't know why."
"I still think it's fake..."
"What if, if you can, just demolish this place?"
"But it seems a little too barbaric."
Zhan Jingyi returned to the place where he first came in, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and looked at the wall next to him. He carefully observed the texture and materials here, they all seemed real, and he could even smell the paint on it.
But as he concentrated his mental power to a certain level, an unreal feeling gradually emerged...
"You are fake, this place is fake."
"There's something wrong with my cognitive ability, so I just need to get myself back to normal consciousness..."
As he spoke, Zhan Jingyi suddenly stretched out his hand, poured spiritual power into his hand, and grabbed at the wall.
The wall felt tough to the touch, but he still clawed hard, as if his fingers were digging into mud.
As he made this move, suddenly, it seemed as if the entire space was shaking.
Zhan Jingyi didn't care about anything else, he just tensed up slightly, dug it in hard, and then tore it outward with force.
…
"boom!"
When Zhan Jingyi grabbed a part of the wall with force and tore it outward.
In his mind, it felt like something suddenly became chaotic, as if it exploded all of a sudden.
And this feeling of explosion appeared in my mind, as if oil was boiling in a pot.
It was as if something was broken by my persistence and seriousness, and a certain idea became unobstructed in an instant.
At the same time, the entire wall and his pupils reflected streaks of dark red light.
The color of the wall material he was holding changed instantly, turning into dark red.
Moreover, the real feeling before was quickly disappearing.
Soon, this change was like stepping on thin ice, causing a point to break, and the break quickly spread outward.
Then, you will find that as this spreads, the entire ice surface will eventually collapse completely.
Eventually, you'll see something different.
…
The exhibition hall where Zhan Jingyi is located is gradually disappearing, slowly, from reality, to becoming blurry, and then slowly dissolving.
Finally, everything in front of him slowly turned into a dark red light.
Moreover, this light is gradually becoming transparent, clear, broken, and dissipating little by little in the surrounding air.
It was as if this was a broken dream, everything, before his eyes, became illusory and unreal.
Then, Zhan Jingyi found that he was standing on a hill.
The moon hangs in the sky, but from here, it seems dark and strange. When I turn around, I can vaguely see the bright world outside through a layer of film, but there seems to be a sense of isolation.
"Is it really just an illusion?"
Zhan Jingyi took a deep breath and saw a huge blood-red tree not far away.
The trunk of this giant tree alone requires five or six people to carry it. Each branch is the size of a millstone. The rhizome at the base of the tree is as thick as a python, running through the depths of the mountain rocks and leading to nowhere.
The branches of the giant tree are quite lush, with thick and gnarled branches, and long branches extending outward. The most bizarre thing is that there seem to be many paper figures hanging on the branches, densely packed, like a grape trellis filled with strange fruits.
These fruits are stacked on top of each other. At first glance, they look like a rotten ocean hanging upside down in the darkness, spreading out from the end of the field of vision. The sight makes one's scalp numb.
At the same time, Zhan Jingyi also discovered that at the top of the giant tree, tree vines were entwined into a high platform, and on the platform, there was indeed a scarlet coffin.
And not far from the red coffin, there was a square black sedan parked.
…
With the arrival of Zhan Jingyi, the dark red muscle tissue on the tree trunk, which seemed to have been peeled off, separated to both sides, and an old human face squeezed out.
At the same time, the paper figures hanging on the tree, swaying back and forth in the wind, seemed to have suddenly changed, and seemed to have really turned into real people hanging on the tree.
When I looked up, I saw that the paper figures hanging on the trees were so densely packed that their bodies seemed to be twitching and stretched very straight, as if a person was trying to make a final struggle when hanging himself.
"Lo" "Lo"...
These paper figures hanging from the trees have an indistinguishable complex sound surging in their throats.
The half-open eyes of the paper figures were fully opened at this time, revealing empty eye sockets.
Their eye sockets were filled with deep hollows, and there were actually no eyeballs.
And some of it is empty darkness, and the actual power of pain emerges from the darkness, spewing out madness.
At this moment, the branches of this giant tree are still working hard to stretch out. The branches and leaves alone cover an area of more than a hundred meters.
A tree seems to be supporting a forest. At the end of each branch, the shapes of the paper figures are twisting and changing.
The skin of each paper man was as red as if it had been peeled off. From the perspective of Zhan Jingyi, there was actually blood oozing out.
"Hello, can we talk? I never wanted to be your enemy."
Zhan Jingyi frowned and looked at the giant tree in front of him and the red coffin on the top of the tree, hoping to communicate.
"What do you want to talk about?"
An old man's voice came from the giant tree-like monster.
"These paper figures you have here are all made of real people, right? Can you let them go?"
"As long as you let them go...I'll leave."
“Isn’t it good for us to live together peacefully without disturbing each other?”
After hearing his words, the giant tree of flesh and blood swayed its branches in the air, making a "wow" and "wow" sound.
"Why do you order me?"
"Only the great Paper Queen is qualified to command me."
"And you, with such a lowly life, can only become my collection."
The next moment, the flesh-and-blood giant tree seemed a little disdainful to continue communicating with Zhan Jingyi.
In its eyes, Zhan Jingyi was as small as an ant compared to it.
When the sound sounded, seventy or eighty vines floating in the air fell down at the same time.
You can see the paper figures at the end of the vines falling to the ground like raindrops.
The distorted facial features and empty eye sockets of these paper figures quickly arrived in front of Zhan Jingyi.
…
Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi sighed and decided to give him a beating first. He stepped hard on the ground.
Where the sole of his foot landed, an invisible wave of spiritual power spread out instantly.
Suddenly, the air in this area seemed to have a change in gravity, a gravitational mental force field.
"Wow..."
All the vines that rushed towards Zhan Jingyi were blocked by invisible forces.
Zhan Jingyi's spiritual power kept spreading outwards, refusing them to come to him.
However, this time, the power of the giant tree was too strong, and there were too many vines.
Soon, there were paper figures hanging on the branches. With the blessing of the giant tree, little by little, they slowly penetrated into the force field.
These paper figures had ferocious smiles on their faces, and their palms slowly grasped Zhan Jingyi's body.
Soon, a paper man approached Zhan Jingyi, and slowly seemed to blend into his body.
The paper man had a weird smile on his face, as if he had some kind of will, and he plunged desperately into the depths of Zhan Jingyi's body.
It seems that in his body, he is still absorbing his flesh and blood to grow rapidly, and is trying to influence or even seize control of this body.
All kinds of indescribable feelings, like ink, stained Zhan Jingyi's spirit, slowly covering it.
At this time, Zhan Jingyi suddenly realized that these living people were all made into paper figures in this way.
Everything he is going through now should be the process that these real people have experienced before.
When he carefully tasted the strange taste that these paper figures brought to him, he did not react for a full two seconds.
This body has been particularly strange since its resurrection. Its strange self-healing ability is too powerful to describe.
At this moment, even though these paper figures were desperately trying to assimilate him, he felt that as long as he exerted force, these paper figures were like viruses in his body and could be easily killed by him.
Like now, even if he didn't take the initiative to do anything, around him, all the paper figures who wanted to merge into his body, their ferocious expressions and distorted facial features were gradually taken over by an expression of horror and fear.
Because they found that the blood and spiritual force field in this body were like pesticides to them, gradually killing the will of the giant tree in their paper man.
These paper figures even began to actively want to stay away from Zhan Jingyi.
But, now that we’re here, it’s not that easy to just leave!
