When Wang Yu and others in the hall saw the man and woman who were saying goodbye, they all felt a cold air rushing from their tailbones to their foreheads.
As "well-informed" disciples of the Demon Sect, they have seen all kinds of cruelty and ferocity. Even if they have not seen it, they have at least heard about it.
However, this is the first time that human nature is twisted in such a way, that one willingly gives everything, and then turns into a hypocritical and empty shell. This is the first time that one will shudder if one thinks deeply about it.
"Let's go! Go faster!" Wang Yu urged in a low voice among the crowd.
This place is too evil and it is not suitable to stay for a long time.
The rest of the group also nodded in agreement. As for the brother from the same sect who has not yet joined forces?
I'm sorry that everyone has selectively forgotten him.
After all, they are the Demon Sect... You can ask them to observe discipline, but you cannot force them to be brothers and sisters.
Loyalty and other things have always been luxuries.
You have to have a strong enough life and a strong enough family background to enjoy it.
"Are the guests leaving?" Owen suddenly appeared in front of everyone, with a sincere and sincere smile on his face, and asked everyone in the most cordial tone.
Zhao Tianlang said on behalf of everyone: "Yes, we still have important things to do. Although this place is good, it is not a place for us to enjoy. Could it be that... we are only allowed to enter here, but not allowed to go out?"
The smile on Owen's face froze slightly, and then he took a folder from a maid who followed him. He saw on the folder what the 'tickets' for everyone's admission were recorded with, and what they paid for them with.
Seven scaled horse beasts.
It’s not expensive, but it’s definitely not cheap.
This made the smile on Owen's face become a little lighter.
The castle is opened here, so we are not afraid of anyone taking advantage.
Only those 'customers' who are more serious and have really paid a certain price when they first started, are more difficult to retain. Only those who give money feel sorry for money, and those who don’t give money are certainly not taking advantage.
"Maybe I didn't explain it clearly enough before."
"Then let me explain to you again, as long as it is something that you originally have, as long as you think it is very precious, you can mortgage it to the castle as a ticket to stay here. Enjoy the food, wine, beauties, luxurious life here, endless pleasure. It’s easy, isn’t it?”
"Give up these things. Once you walk out of this door, you will never come back. You only have one chance... don't miss it." Irving said to everyone.
Wang Yu said: "So... if I think my hair is precious, I will pay you one hair at a time. Is that okay?"
Owen shook his head and said: "Of course, this is not allowed. We only charge the same 'currency' once and will never charge it twice. The hair can be paid as a whole, of course... I don't suggest so, because the hair is A man’s dignity, without his hair, half of his dignity is gone.”
"Oh! Forget it, I think my hair is quite precious. One hair is worth a day's admission fee." Wang Yu used his own unique algorithm to reject Irving's offer to stay, and he and everyone came to the court in unison. Walk towards the door.
After all, they are not really people from this apocalyptic wasteland world.
The desire to find a place of respite and a place of enjoyment in such a wasteland world is actually not that high.
Replaced with the indigenous people in the wasteland world.
For them, a piece of cake, a bottle of wine, and a cigarette are enough for them to kill.
Under these three views, they would not consider it a loss if they just sold part of their bodies or souls in exchange for the right to enjoy themselves in the castle.
The smile on Owen's face has completely faded.
He looked at Wang Yu and others coldly, watching them push the revolving door and walk out of the hall.
The group of people walked down the high steps quickly, not daring to look back at the brightly lit castle behind them.
Crossing the last brightly lit streets, they returned to the desolate and gray ruins of the city.
Carrying the direction of the castle, a group of six people ran at high speed.
But he couldn't get out of the ruins of the city.
They are confined here.
Looking back, the castle had disappeared.
There was darkness between heaven and earth.
At this time, not far from the small town that could reverse time and space, under a low mountain with a convex cliff, a deep cave had reached the heart of the mountain and into the ground.
The disciples who knew some construction knowledge were holding the drawings and instructing the disciples to stuff the bricks, wood, and stones that had been removed from the ruins of the small town and nearby cities into the cave, and then set up various frames and supports. .
The 'Demon-Sealing Man' who possesses explosive or civil engineering powers has also become a tool man.
In the construction of the base, work is done and efforts are made.
Song Qingwen sat cross-legged on the cliff, his consciousness sinking into his body, looking at the manic power in his body that had grown much stronger.
Mobilizing his mental power...or willpower, Song Qingwen continued to carve some runes with the meaning of 'seal' and 'restraint' in his body, trying to control the things in his body through a more complicated but will-power-saving method. A manic force.
As you kill more and more monsters, you get more 'Y'.
Even with Song Qingwen's willpower, he began to feel some impact.
After all...this is just a fragment of his soul.
As for the 'devil' sealed within the body, its backlash is always present.
The stronger it is, the more powerful it will resist.
The runes engraved with willpower dissipated instantly.
The manic power in his body was not suppressed any more.
"No! No!"
"Whether it is the Taoist scriptures of the righteous path, the mantras of Buddhism, or the magic words of the demon sect, I have used them all. They can't be truly burned, imprinted on the power, and restrained from it."
"Perhaps it's because the world is different...the rules are also different. All mantras and Taoist sounds are explanations of the Tao. If the Tao is different...it needs to be adjusted and cannot be applied." Song Qingwen silently recited the secret formula in his heart and suppressed it. He suppressed the impatience in his mind and then stood up.
On his right hand, he holds a Bible.
The Bible was already a bit peeling from his flipping through it.
On the left hand side, there is a stack of physics books. There are also obvious traces of reading.
Books such as "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", "Electromagnetism", "Quantum Field Theory" and other books have traces of being read carefully and even taking notes.
"Two contradictory knowledges, two completely opposite definitions of the world. Which one...can represent the true meaning of this world? And help me draw the runes that belong to this world and seal the manic power in my body?" Song Qingwen scratched his head. His hair looked frizzy and dull due to neglect recently.
"Elder! Report to the elder!"
"The team led by Wang Yu and Zhao Tianlang have not sent any news back for two days. They are suspected to have disappeared in the southeast, about two hundred miles away from the base. The disciples are searching and narrowing down the missing area. "At the entrance of the base, a disciple riding a scaled horse beast dismounted, knelt at Murong Yunting's feet, and reported to him.
Before Murong Yunting could speak, Song Qingwen stepped on the wind and slowly fell from the top of the cliff.
Although he had only been there for twenty days, he had already mastered the power of wind to a great extent.
"Give me the specific location on a map and I'll go take a look!" Song Qingwen couldn't think about it and planned to go out to find some inspiration. It happened that the disappearance of Wang Yu and others made him feel interesting, and it might be an opportunity.
