Huai Shi felt like he couldn't breathe.
In the darkness, he held up the candlelight and walked down the stairs slowly … as if he was walking into the bottom of the sea.
Under his feet, layers of darkness rippled like the tide.
Huai Shi felt his toes go numb.
He stopped and moved his feet. He felt his ankles become slightly stiff — it was the gradual petrification of the places where the light couldn't reach.
The lower he went, the stronger the curse reverberating in the darkness. Even if he held up the candlelight slightly and formed a shadow for a moment, there would be faint petrification on the surface of his skin.
Fortunately, as long as he didn't go too deep, this process could be reversed with Young Master Ming's resistance.
He paused for a moment, stretched his stiff body, and looked around.
Beyond the lonely staircase, there was only darkness.
It didn't make sense at all.
Along the way, he felt that if he worked harder, he would be able to walk back to the Iron Crystal Constellation. But he still didn't leave the branch control center.
Now, he suddenly felt like this was just the beginning of a long journey.
He still needed to go down …
Under the guidance of a haunting figure, he jumped into the darkest place as if he was looking for death.
Huai Shi felt like he must be crazy.
The solidified darkness was too cold. It was like it wanted to take away all his warmth and freeze him there. Even Young Master Ming felt tired. Unfortunately, the Candle Crows were behind him with Gundams. Otherwise, he could at least call them out.
During the long journey, he panted for a moment and continued walking.
"Beelzebub, are you there?"
He wanted to find someone to talk to. If he couldn't, he could talk to Tong Lin.
"I'm not here …"
Beelzebub had no interest in talking, which was rare. He sounded listless. "Ignore me. I'm dying of discomfort."
"What's wrong?" Huai Shi asked.
"Brother, you're asking me what's wrong … Don't you know you're doing a dung pit butterfly marathon?" Beelzebub complained. "I can't breathe."
"What the hell?"
Huai Shi was shocked. He looked around. "It's been tens of millions of years. Where's the dung?"
"For example, do you know what an example is?"
Beelzebub deeply felt that his life was not easy. "Aren't you feeling terrible too? Magnify it ten thousand times, and that's what I feel. "
"It can't be, right?"
"I feel like a dozen cabinets are hitting my toes every second. What do you think? If the Three Wise Men System was still around, I would have lodged a complaint against you for abusing the Elephant Spirit! "
Beelzebub said unhappily, "Before I became a pistol, I was at least Osiris's radar system … Even if the detection range has been greatly reduced, I can't stand this. You just feel a little uncomfortable. I'm about to suffocate to death. "
"What exactly did you feel?"
"I don't know how to tell you … Let me give you an analogy. It's like you're walking alone at night. As you walk, you suddenly realize that it's actually very lively at night. There are 100,000 people standing in hell quietly watching you, secretly preparing pots, pans, and other ingredients to come to you. It's the kind of thing where they're going to post a mukbang.
To be honest, if I had a mouth, I would have spat it out a long time ago … Can you let me shoot twice? I'll be fine after two shots! "
"You're not allowed to be fine. Suck it back."
Huai Shi coldly stuffed the pistol back into the holster.
After Beelzebub's interruption, he finally felt much better.
But in reality, he could feel it himself even without Beelzebub's reminder … The torrential pain and madness permeating the air.
They rose and fell with the darkness, like sand in the tide.
Even if he casually rubbed them, he could pinch a handful of ashes.
Occasionally, when he passed by broken and broken fences and unknown machines, he would reach out and touch them. He could feel the resentment and anger left in the steel.
The combination of the source of despair and the precipitation of hell was too precise. It completely turned into an unbearable existence.
It was as if he was walking among the tombstones.
Everyone's screams and wails could be heard from the tombstones, recording everyone's appearance as they slowly sank into death.
Fortunately, the journey in the deepest part of the darkness did not last long.
Because the path had come to an end.
He saw Condra's hunched back again.
He stood in front of the door that was full of cracks and scratches, like a ghost that had nowhere to go.
When he slowly turned his head, his swollen face finally peeled off from his face, revealing countless spinning gears and tiny machines below …
Like a beast hollowed out by worms, the tiny parts wriggled like living creatures. They slowly poked out from inside and then shrank back.
His lips opened and closed soundlessly.
He seemed to have said something.
However, it suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
Huai Shi raised his hand behind him. The park guards gripped their weapons tightly, waiting for him. They moved forward bit by bit with him.
They approached the door that had been sealed for countless years.
It was like a piece of steel forged from countless bones. The veins on the door were intertwined with each other like limbs, forming a complicated lock that tightly 'sewed' the entire door.
But at that moment, the door made a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
The dust fell, and the ancient words hidden behind the dust were revealed in front of him.
He didn't know how much hatred and despair it contained to be able to hold an axe and leave such deep engravings and marks. Just looking at that line of words, there seemed to be countless sorrowful cries suddenly playing.
Like a tide.
Huai Shi's vision turned black, and he staggered back.
But the illusion quickly disappeared.
It turned into a beast licking its wounds, roaring and murmuring in pain.
"When the sun disappears, we will produce the sun."
Those ancient words whispered in his ear, "If the night leaves us, then we will create the arrival of the night. We will eventually take back everything we have lost … "
"Even if we lose everything for this!"
With deep pain and anger, those words seemed to be engraved in his mind, making Huai Shi dizzy.
Just when he was having difficulty breathing, in front of him, the huge door slowly opened. On the door, the intertwined limbs broke, broke, fell to the ground, and smashed into pieces.
And in the ear-piercing roar, the darkness that had been sealed for countless years spewed out from it.
In Huai Shi's hand, the fire he held high was instantly extinguished by the storm.
On his head, the crown that belonged to the Prince of Paradise appeared in an instant, lit up, and held up the tyrannical darkness for him with difficulty.
It illuminated the scene in the deepest part of the darkness.
From the scars left over from thousands of years ago …
In the magnificent hall that was like a sacrifice to the gods, there was no display or decoration at this moment. It was so empty that it was frightening. But with the arrival of the light, everything sleeping in the darkness was illuminated.
It was like a seal set up by alchemy.
Countless shackles extended from those matrix-like secret instruments. They hung down and entangled with each other, firmly binding a wriggling mass of darkness in this palace.
But now, with the opening of the door, the darkness that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened, surging wildly, as if boiling.
It struggled wildly.
Huai Shi was horrified.
Something was wrong.
What was wrong …
Why was there such a link like playing a game? Why was coming here like entering a dungeon? Why was the mechanism here like the player would automatically start a monster when he came here? Why was he suddenly able to understand those words?
From the beginning, his actions had fallen into the control of something.
Including entering here!
At first, it was just a vague premonition, but now he was completely sure.
Inexplicably, the solemn skeleton in luxurious clothes appeared in his consciousness. Just as he understood something, he suddenly heard an ear-piercing scream.
"— — — — — — — —!!!!!"
His head was in severe pain.
Like seeing a volcanic eruption at close range, he could feel that despair, pain, and anger that had almost become tangible burst out from the bound darkness.
The sound of the chains breaking was endless.
With the rapid change of the darkness, the struggle and the eruption, countless bindings turned into dust and scattered to the ground.
In the air, the viscous darkness suddenly swelled.
Something was wriggling below.
Suddenly, a palm-like limb pierced out from it, followed by another, and another … Three withered palms tore open the darkness.
Just like a baby in labor, it slid out from the stinky black blood and landed on the ground, twitching and struggling crazily.
One could vaguely make out that it was a human figure, but its limbs had become extremely strange. Most of its body had already liquefied into a black viscous substance, which was the essence of Origin Substance formed by endless despair and pain. One could faintly see broken bones within.
When the liquid of pain and despair dripped down from the broken body, it revealed the clothes that seemed to be cast from steel. The robe that once seemed elegant and beautiful was now incomplete, becoming some kind of wreckage like fragments.
Clearly, his entire body had been deformed beyond recognition, but in his arms, he was holding a strange-looking yet gorgeous lantern, as if it was a treasure.
Even after such a long period of time, it still looked brand new, without the slightest trace of damage or deterioration.
It was more precious than its own life.
Right now, under the wriggling darkness, the deformed skeleton bathed in the black rain. It slowly raised the wind lantern in its hand high up.
Within the wind lantern, a pale flame once again lit up.
It illuminated the broken face.
The pitch-black liquid that flowed out of the eye sockets was like mottled tears of blood.
In that instant, Huai Shi finally saw the branch control center.
A … living branch control center was right in front of him!
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Sorry for the long wait. Recently, Kavenka has been too fierce. I've decided to recommend a friend's book as a sacrifice!
The Embers Gun, also known as the Old Era's Gospel Soldier, Steampunk 2077. Set in the Victorian era, the adventures of a door-kicking detective … Well, roughly.
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