Observation Center.
Fifteen seconds after the opening ceremony of the Seventeenth Branch.
Lin Hongcai, the director of the observation center, who was sitting in his office making tea, suddenly let out a light sigh.
Immediately afterwards, small spatial ripples appeared around the observation center building, and then with a pop, densely packed single eyes appeared, and they turned around crazily.
In an instant, the observation center sounded the alarm.
In the seventeenth branch, the members stood like statues, their eyes turned into silver liquid and their whiskers appeared. They seemed to have been hit by something. Everyone's noses began to bleed, then their ears, and then their mouths, the silver whiskers twisted together were faintly... A sign of disintegration.
As the leader of the ceremony, the room director received the most direct impact. After countless single eyes appeared outside the building, the skin around him began to bulge one by one, as if something was about to break out of the skin, but he had to hold on. Otherwise, the destruction of the ceremony will devastate everyone.
Just when the room chief couldn't bear it any longer, an old man's voice echoed around him.
"You haven't really intervened yet, yet you still dare to be so arrogant?"
As soon as Lin Hongcai finished speaking, he put down his tea cup while sitting in the office, opened the drawer, took out a plain tea cloth and flicked it upward. Then the tea cloth-like thing disappeared instantly and appeared outside the building, transforming into a piece of tea cloth. Giant curtain.
When the curtain appeared, the activity of the strange eyes froze for an instant. It seemed to have the effect of blocking and protecting.
Lin Hongcai, who was sitting on the seat, also disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where he was going.
In the seventeenth branch room, the abnormal situation of the room chief was temporarily under control. Their consciousnesses had been integrated into one through the ritual: Cang Tong Reconnaissance. In their group consciousness, they reached a unanimous decision.
Maintain functions -
——Continue to observe
All this seems to be a long time, but in fact it starts from the time when the left channel presses the alarm, including the time that the observation center has not invested, not even half a minute.
Silver Light, as the concrete image of the ceremony, was also analyzing the owner of the house during a brief exchange with Zuo Dao and Fatty. Just when Zuo Dao and Fatty were about to retreat, they saw a scene that made their blood pressure vary. improvement.
I saw that after the small eyeballs in the owner's stomach became "activated", the silver light that originally penetrated the body was gradually squeezed out. Then, his pupils disappeared and only the whites of his eyes were left. His eyes were stained with a thick grayish white, and his body was also Emitting gray-white mist——
At the same time, the residents in the old building.
Some are taking a nap, with their bellies exposed and fans blowing a little noisy, or air conditioners are blowing, wrapped in small blankets.
Some are cooking, busy cooking, or chatting with their children from time to time.
Some...some...
At the same time, they all stiffened and lost their spirits, adults and children alike.
Then, his figure instantly withered and began to emit gray-white mist.
Wherever the gray mist passed, everything became old and dilapidated, and no living things could grow.
These fogs seemed to be controlled by someone. They came out from every house, merged with each other, gathered, and pointed directly to the fourth floor from top to bottom.
Room 402.
"Mist ritual?" Zuo Dao and Fatty whispered in unison.
After saying that, they confirmed each other again from the corners of their eyes.
The reason why they said this is very simple, they want to use this to test whether the other party will leave or stay.
The results are also obvious.
The silver light consciousness seemed to be aware of their thoughts and conveyed the voice again, but this time it seemed very weak:
"If you don't leave, please block the 'grey mist' that will come later. It can be confirmed that he is the source of the power of the fog ritualists. Through the feedback analyzed now, the method of blocking the gray mist of the opponent is very simple. A large number of tools can kill the mysterious It can be blocked by any means of force.
"The 'grey mist' will come from the door later. The director and I are wrestling with it. Its power cannot directly cross the floor, but we cannot control the corridor. We are responsible for continuing to analyze it through rituals and analyze more characteristics, try to see if you can directly find the weaknesses of the ritual He gave.
"This will take time and may not be successful. I will also leave a 'passage' for you to escape. You don't have to force yourself to block it. Just try your best. Please don't attack his body, and don't let the gray fog outside interfere with his body." Physical link."
After that, there was no more news.
"Wrestling...Source...Analysis..."
Three information points flashed through Zuo Dao's mind, as if he understood the current situation. He was not slow in his movements. He had already taken out the shotgun of the same style as Fatty's from the suitcase. The two of them not only separated some minds, but also kept vigilance at all times. The owner of the house at the back focused the rest of his attention on the door, waiting for the gray fog mentioned by the silver light consciousness to arrive.
For different reasons, both of them chose to add some obstruction to the 'Source of Mist'.
The 'grey mist' mentioned by the silver light consciousness did not keep them waiting for long. Less than five breaths passed before Zuo Dao saw that the door began to become broken and gray mist poured in from the crack of the door. Zuo Dao and the two thought Without thinking, he started suppressing fire.
Bang bang bang——
Shotguns were fired one after another, and the magic bullets with mysterious effectiveness against them did not disappoint them this time. Gray Mist was obviously blocked after being hit. However, bullets are limited after all, and it takes time to change bullets. Regardless of the cooperation between Zuo Dao and Fatty No matter how clever he is, it will be difficult to stop Gray Mist's pace.
What's more, the two of them didn't have much cooperation, but they didn't blame each other. After all, their talents in firearms were not very good, and they each had their own points in mind.
Seeing that the situation was getting more serious, and the gray mist was about to pour into the living room from the corridor, the fat man probably thought of what happened to his uncle, and decided not to hide it anymore. After firing the last shot, he put his hands directly into his pockets. , took out various spiritual materials and threw them around, silently thinking——
Ritual·Void hiding and real change
For a moment, the spiritual material in the air evaporated instantly, and then an illusory twisted door appeared at the junction of the corridor and the living room. The gray mist collided with ripples when it came, and seemed to be transported to other nearby floors.
The fat man was sweating profusely at this moment. He felt great pressure and consumption. Thirty percent of the spiritual materials sacrificed in the ceremony dissipated in just an instant. He hurriedly opened his suitcase, which was filled with various spiritual materials and other materials. thing.
While the fat man was frantically sacrificing these spiritual materials, and when he saw that he was about to throw out the 'spiritual paper' as well, Zuo Dao spoke.
"Leave the 'life-saving paper'. I'll give you the spiritual materials here. I'll use them, so just hold on."
The fat man didn't waste any words and kept the 'life-saving paper' directly. Zuo Dao opened his suitcase and threw all the spiritual materials distributed inside to the other party.
From the fat man's actions before and the sudden learning this time, Zuo Dao came up with his own guess.
The price for starting the Fat Man Ceremony is the sacrifice of spiritual materials, which is a relatively mild requirement.
The two completed the resource exchange in less than five seconds without any further communication. At this time, actions were far more efficient than talking. Of course, in Fatty's view, as a newcomer, Zuodao could The help offered to him was not much relevant.
As for the reason why Zuo Dao wanted the life-saving paper... maybe he wanted to send a message?
Who knows.
But for the fat man, the spirituality contained in that stack of 'life-saving papers' was far less useful than the natural magic-breaking crystal that Zuo Dao threw to him. In short, it was not a loss.
After finishing these things, the fat man stood up and made a strange gesture with his hands. He focused all his attention on maintaining the ceremony. He didn't pay much attention to the rustling behind him and couldn't pay attention to it.
And Zuo Dao also started his own operation——
