Bang!
In the sound of the door closing, Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that the air had become thinner.
No, it's not thin, but sticky, so viscous that it seems to have condensed into a solid body and turned into an iron plate, making it impossible for people to absorb it at all.
Not only that, such an air is still shrinking, like a pair of iron hands, trying to hold Jiang Baimian's throat, like layers of soil covering it, trying to bury people.
Jiang Baimian twisted his head vigorously, and saw that the faces and expressions of Long Yuehong and Bai Chen had become abnormal.
Although in terms of suffocation, the reaction would not be so fast, but Long Yuehong seemed to have really entered a ghost story, and she didn't know who pinched her neck hard, and her whole body became groggy.
He struggled hard and tried to resist, but was restricted by the "solidification" of the air around him.
Moreover, there was no one around him at all, and he didn't know what to do to get out of this predicament now.
The most helpless thing about people is that you can't find your enemy at all.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian suddenly vigored his waist and abdomen, forcibly moved two steps, and came to Long Yuehong's side.
She stretched out her left palm and grabbed Long Yuehong's shoulder.
Then, she lifted Long Yuehong with force, like throwing a lead ball, and threw the teammate directly to the staircase.
With Long Yuehong's weight, he still flew lightly.
Bang!
He crashed into the wall on the side of the stairs, bounced back to the middle of the stairs, and rolled down at great speed.
While her face and back kept colliding with the stairs, Long Yuehong fell so dizzy that she was unable to stop it.
In two or three seconds, he rolled to the corner of the stairs.
Long Yuehong was surprised to find that the feeling of being choked around her neck had weakened a lot, and her breathing had recovered a little.
The viscosity of the air here is significantly weaker than that of the seventh layer!
Regardless of thinking why, Long Yuehong relied on instinct, experience and inertia to roll towards the stairs connecting the sixth floor.
In the crackling sound, he finally returned to the sixth floor.
At this moment, he only felt that the air around him was so fresh, so wonderful, and so touching.
When Long Yuehong flew towards the staircase, Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze from him with a regretful look on his face and turned to Bai Chen.
Kick!
Shang Jianyao seemed to be running with hundreds of pounds of things, and his expression became ferocious.
In a few steps, he had come to Bai Chen's side.
He raised his right leg and kicked Bai Chen's buttocks suddenly.
During this process, he seemed to have used up all his strength to breastfeed.
Bai Chen "flew" uncontrollably towards the staircase, turning into a ground gourd and falling down layer by layer.
At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao each held their breath and ran towards the stairs leading to the sixth floor.
They used all their strength, as if they were being dragged by an invisible, powerful, ubiquitous, increasingly powerful enemy.
After a lot of effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the staircase one after another.
Then, they protected their heads and faces, relying on the blessing of gravity, and rolled down.
After rolling all the way back to the sixth floor, Jiang Baimian finally felt that the air had become normal.
She stood up with a carp, glanced at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who were still dizzy, and said in a deep voice:
"Go back to the room first!"
If their reaction had been a little slower just now, the entire group would probably stay on the seventh floor, in the form of corpses.
That sense of suffocation, that sense of burial, is getting stronger and stronger!
The feeling of suffocation remained in the air, and the four members of the "Old Tune Group" returned to the room where "Garibaldi" was located one after another.
As for the corpse of the gray-robed monk on the stairs, they didn't have time to care about it, and they didn't dare to do it.
After closing the door, Shang Jianyao swept Long Yuehong, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and complained to Jiang Baimian:
"You should throw Xiaobai."
Obviously, he wanted to kick Long Yuehong's buttocks even more.
Jiang Baimian said "heh":
"According to the group tactics manual, priority is given to the one who is closer."
yes, yes, I don't want to be kicked directly...... Long Yuehong wanted to say this, but found that there were not many bruises on Bai Chen's face, and she seemed to react in the process of being kicked away and protected her head in advance.
In comparison, he was the first to roll the stairs, although he had not yet reached the point of swollen into a pig's head, but he was also bruised everywhere.
He didn't dare to complain that the team leader threw too hard, so he didn't have time to react, so he could only laugh at himself helplessly for his bad luck.
At this time, Bai Chen forcibly brought the topic back on track.
She said in a deep voice:
"I feel like there is more than one person on the seventh floor."
Someone is trying to confuse the "old tune group" into that room; Someone is preventing the door from opening; Someone is trying to get the message out; Someone killed someone to silence him...... Some of these behaviors contradict each other and do not seem to be done by one person at all.
"Judging from the situation just now, at least two people are fighting against each other, and we are just one of the props." Jiang Baimian nodded.
She immediately glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"But it is not ruled out that the person who is similar to Hey has a split personality, and in reality they will contain each other and confront each other for a long time."
"I'll just say it!" Shang Jianyao had an expression that I had foreseen.
He had previously assumed that the "Buddha's body" had ninety-nine and eighty-one "personalities".
Long Yuehong recalled:
"I remember opening and closing the door at the same time, and there was a noticeable tug-of-war.
"If you really have a split personality, can you still fight left and right directly?"
This is roughly equivalent to an Awoken being able to use both abilities at the same time without relying on items.
"I don't know much about this." Jiang Baimian looked sideways at Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao replied with a slight regret:
"Not yet, maybe you can wait until you enter the 'Spiritual Corridor'."
"Therefore, the 'split personality theory' cannot be fully confirmed, and the 'suppressed demon theory' also has a certain possibility." Jiang Baimian thought and said, "But, that's not the point of the problem, after all, we have already escaped back, so just remember not to go to the seventh floor no matter what. The point now is, what does the 'Home' in the room mean?"
"Hom Reproductive Medical Center in the Fakh Region?" Long Yuehong thought of this first.
Bai Chen nodded:
"I think this is what the person in the room wants us to go to the Hom Reproductive Medical Center in Wasteland No. 13, one of the five holy sites, where there may be some secrets he wants us to discover."
"Hmm." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.
Obviously, she thought so too.
Purely in terms of words, Holm means lowland, island, without any special direction, at least the "Old Tune Group" can't think of anything that meets the conditions at the moment.
"I'm a little inclined to the devil now." Shang Jianyao suddenly interjected.
Actually, I am ...... Long Yuehong whispered in her heart.
Somewhere in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, the terrifying "demon" Wu Meng is sealed, and now, the person in Room No. 3 on the seventh floor of Sikaro Temple wants the "old tune team" to go to the Hom Reproductive Medical Center in Ruins No. 13 of Wasteland.
Combined with the rumor that the "Buddha's body" suppresses a demon, it is difficult not to make people have similar associations.
But in this way, the strange conclusion of "Buddha's body" killing the gray-robed monk to silence him will be drawn.
Jiang Baimian hadn't responded yet, but Shang Jianyao had asked with great interest:
"Do you want to go?"
"Let's talk about it." Jiang Baimian said perfunctorily, "Even if the Holm Reproductive Medical Center is not the same as that secret laboratory, the danger will not be less, so let's report to the company and see what tips we can get."
After saying that, she looked around thoughtfully:
"Whenever we discuss something like that, Master Janaga doesn't seem to be 'involved'.
"Could it be that his 'telepathy' has been disturbed?"
As he spoke, Jiang Baimian looked up at the ceiling.
"Maybe." Bai Chen nodded with understanding.
"I don't know how he did it......" Shang Jianyao looked yearning.
At this time, "Garibaldi" who was tied to the bed asked them in confusion:
"What are you talking about?"
Shang Jianyao pointed at Long Yuehong and lengthened his tone:
"We encountered a ghost......"
Giuseppe, who was sitting, followed Shang Jianyao's fingers and looked at Long Yuehong, and saw that his neck was red, but there were no fingerprints highlighted.
Giuseppe couldn't help but shudder:
Is there really a ghost?
During the brief silence, there was a sound of footsteps in the aisle.
Judging from the current point in time, this should be the young monk who came to deliver breakfast before.
(End of this chapter)