"Misfortune, departed soul, danger. 』
"Relieve misfortune, restore soul, eliminate difficulties." 』
At one point, when the little paper man who wrote exhausted his soul and turned into smoke after writing all the words, the six paragraphs and twelve words began to conflict with each other, the departing soul and the returning soul disappeared instantly, and the misfortune and relief followed closely. After that, only the remaining troubles dispersed alone, leaving behind the insignificant word "danger" looming.
At this time, the substitute paper man made his debut and appeared from the void. After Zuo Dao found that the paper man was unsustainable, he ordered them to come.
The sixth little paper figure took over the writing position. It scratched its head first, as if thinking about what to write, and finally wrote four characters.
"Position, situation. 』
The last stroke was made, and the little paper man got a picture through the destiny book.
From Li Jia's perspective, he was trapped and in danger, and the shadow man across the table stretched out a hand.
Finally, the perspective changed, breaking away from the first person and turning into a sign: Hongji Porridge Shop.
The little paper man turned around in the air and looked in one direction. Its body swayed slightly, as if it was saying...
So close?
Zuo Dao, who was far away from the battlefield with big eyes and "exploring" in other areas, had a look in his eyes.
"This makes sense. Li Jia probably did something here that caused this situation. Is that black figure the gray mist ritualist?
"But one thing is still unclear. What exactly is there, or some kind of arrangement, that makes them pay attention to this place, or even make them quarrel?"
"From the perspective of every coincidence, there must be a reason. Is there some kind of impetus for Fatty and I coming here this time, as well as the situation of the owner of the house?"
Zuo Dao made the decision based on the existing intelligence, just as he was always suspicious of the reason why he traveled through time, and he was always wary of the "coincidence" that he could "get lucky" every time he "went out". , groping for the root cause in the fog.
He never takes chances with these things. He knows that he has many "abilities" that many people in this world don't understand, so this world will also have existences and weirdness that he doesn't understand.
Who can say that the biggest enemy at present, the "Mist Ritualist", is the mastermind behind all this, and there is no other "person" behind it?
Thinking like this, Zuo Dao pretended to explore the scene, investigate and clear out the abnormal people, and look for the survivors who could not escape in time. He turned in a reasonable way and without leaving any trace, and gradually moved closer to the direction where Li Jia was. .
In ruins.
Li Jia stood up tremblingly. His clothes were all in tatters, and various parts of his body were damaged to varying degrees. His left cheek was even more bloody, and his teeth were exposed.
He was supposed to be unable to get up again, but he relied on the overclocked sea of dusk to hypnotize himself, convincing himself that he could stand up. Then, he stood up as he thought.
In the dust and smoke, Li Jia couldn't be sure whether the shadow man was alive, and he didn't dare to remove the spell of the Dusk Sea. Once he got out of the overclocking state, he would face a terrible price, just like drinking poison to quench his thirst, and he didn't dare to act rashly.
However, he did not leave. In other words, it was a miracle that he could stand up. Although he was forced to hypnotize himself, his physical condition made him feel torturous pain even when he breathed.
Therefore, he could only endure the pain and stare in the direction of the ruins of Hongji Porridge Shop with a ferocious face, waiting for the dust and smoke to dissipate.
At this time, a strong wind swirled in the dust and smoke, blowing directly towards Li Jia's face, completely clearing the air in the direction he was looking at.
It also made Li Jia see that the shadow man was not dead.
The black shadow seems to be in a very bad state. It has no face and no cover, and it looks very thin at the moment, and it is vaguely transparent.
The shadow man seemed very angry at this time, as if he felt the mockery from fate. When he was about to control Li Jia, he was reversely absorbed by the source of his ritual. He controlled the nameless wind to blow away the dust, The head without features looked at the betrayer.
It didn't talk nonsense, and after confirming Li Jia's location, several shadow tentacles suddenly appeared on his body, turning into sharp spears and stabbing away. Seeing this, Li Jia's eyes moved, and the thin sea of twilight became thick again, turning into overlapping waves. Pounce forward.
After the shadow spear rushed into the golden waves, it stayed there as if paralyzed by some force, and then dispersed.
The shadow man was not annoyed and kept repeating this as if teasing a dog. Suddenly it laughed and said:
"Continue to maintain the overclocking state. You don't need me to kill you. You will die soon."
Li Jia, half of his cheek disfigured by the explosion, replied with a smile on his toothy face:
"Aren't you the same? He who was forced to appear in advance is now so panicked for some unknown reason that he even absorbs your power to protect himself. As his agent in this situation, you can only use this ability to try to kill him. Me, maybe when I die, it will also be the moment when you are completely drained."
In the ruins, the two stopped talking and started fighting, but the scene was really hard to describe.
Several little paper figures poked their heads not far away, witnessing everything the two talked about, and seeing the battle scene. They shook their heads and sighed in tacit agreement, accusing him of being indecent.
A place in the gray fog field.
A fat man sneakily climbed to the top of a building. He held a small telescope and looked at science fiction movies in the distance.
Fatty feels like he has thought of the title of the film, so he calls it a fierce battle between a helicopter and a big-eyed monster——
Just as he was serving as a 'beacon' that had not yet worked, and a terrible script that was about to come out was slowly rising in his mind, his communication equipment showed that someone was calling.
"Call beacon, this is Nightingale No. 2. Please answer when you receive it."
The fat man no longer had convulsions:
"Beacon received."
"Please keep the beacon status, we will take over the local beacon permissions for firing later."
"...Received." Fatty replied with a grimace.
Obviously, the Nightingale team, which had been unable to attack for a long time, was ready to switch from being shaken to being shaken after the fuselage was suspected to be damaged.
Nightingale 2 entered a permission code, dictated the operation process twice, and then pressed OK.
"Beacon·Emergency Assistance"
In an environment where signals are blocked, using beacons as a base point to break through the isolation requires a less complicated but not simpler process than using a 'life-saving paper'. Beacons are the most efficient method. The only disadvantage is that beacons The user will suffer a little bit of torture, and will not be able to transmit specific signals like a 'life-saving paper'.
"Fat Master, my life is so miserable. That boy from Zuo Dao doesn't know how to die——"
The fat man couldn't help muttering, but before he could finish speaking, he felt severe pain on the tip of his tongue.
The pain made him tremble so much that he couldn't even hold the small telescope in his hand.
He was lying on the ground, hunched over, and his figure continued to be "thin" visible to the naked eye.
until--
"Signal sent"
At that moment, the pain disappeared and the fat man knew that his duty was completed. He took a sudden breath of air, turned around, and paralyzed on his back. He opened and closed his mouth but did not say a word, recalling despair.
Originally, he readily accepted this job just to catch a fish. Most of the time, beacons would not be like this. They would just act like a lighthouse.
At this time, he heard a voice.
"Fat man, have you lost weight?"
There was no one around, but Fatty heard a voice in his ear.
Moreover, he felt something gently poking his fat face, which was not so fat for the time being.
Fat man...
Pupil earthquake——
