Chapter 116 The River in the Painting
So much for the unwarranted memories.
The speed of thinking is naturally much faster than reality. In the eyes of a group of people at Cross Road Hospital, the new Mr. John Watson just put his hand on the broken teeth of the huge deer head, and then turned his head slightly to look at the inside of the mouth of the deer head. , seems to be trying to find the door to enter from the inside.
But no one knew that Watson had actually browsed through the memory of the last riddle left inside the deer head.
However, Watson felt the moth inside his skull wrapped with scale wings in his soul body, and found that the moth-like scale wings looked particularly thin, as if all the scales had been exhausted, leaving only a bare skeleton. Like a child.
At the same time, he also felt a stabbing pain in his back, and cold sweat flowed across his shoulder blades, causing burning pain. It was as if the skin there had fallen off, exposing the flesh and blood inside. The blood slowly flowed out, soaking his close-fitting clothes and underwear. The lining was tightly adhered to the flesh and blood, and he could feel the faint pain when he moved a little.
"The moth has run out of mana?"
"But when did I suddenly shed my skin, and I shed it so roughly, it was like I was being stripped off forcefully."
He recalled the scene just now, and felt that the memory was clearer than ever before. It didn't seem like a sudden hallucination at all, but really like a specific memory... This is the haggard and weak appearance of the moth in the skull. reason?
The intracranial moth helped me find the memory of the huge deer head? But does the Code of Moths include tracing back to its origins?
Is this a fantasy born out of a moth in my skull, or is it the real past, or is it just my imagination and guess based on the situation at the scene?
But I have never heard of the multi-winged forest owl, or the words of the great mother... Watson felt that this memory came very inexplicably, if the moth in his skull now was really a gift from the monster when he was promoted to the second level. , the moth in your own skull is actually the moth in the other person's skull, but why does the other party want to help you so enthusiastically?
His naturally suspicious nature makes him never believe in anything easily, especially those involving mysteries and taboos.
Watson pretended to find nothing and retracted his arm, just shook his head and groped for other parts of the wall.
"Hey, do you want to act stupid and pretend that nothing happened? How can I let you get what you want!" The intracranial moth slightly parted its scaly wings to protect the body, and snickered in a low voice, "Forget about the false Gribby, forget about it. Memories of Chibei’s sweet words!”
As the whisper of the moth inside the skull fell, the huge deer head raised its upper jaw amidst the rumbling sound. The originally smooth and flat bronze wall inside its head began to melt, and drops of hot molten bronze liquid flowed down, The ground was scorched black, revealing a six-foot-diameter cavity large enough for mortals to enter and exit.
Seeing this scene, the people at Cross Road Hospital couldn't help but look shocked and surprised. The warrior door that we have been unable to open for so long was opened so easily? ! ! !
Their eyes were cast on the new believer John Watson.
Nello exclaimed: "Chief Watson, what have you done?!"
"Oh my God, John, did you find some hidden switch?" Crowett's surprise was fleeting, and she smiled happily the next second, "Hehehe, it's really amazing, John, you are worthy of Nello." Sir and Mr. Winfrey have been thinking of inviting you to join our Order."
"Mr. John is so powerful? He solved the problem that has troubled us for so long right away?" The other four people discussed in low voices.
Faced with the situation in front of him, Watson also showed a shocked expression, but in fact, he was already secretly cursing the moth in his skull, and at the same time, he also felt a deep fear in his heart - this moth was completely unaffected by him. control!
No, I have to find a way, just like the moth phase swallowed the cup phase before, let another controllable secret transmission swallow this chaotic moth phase... Uncontrolled weapons are definitely not what I need. arms!
Facing everyone's gaze, he just spread his hands to show that he knew nothing, "This...I haven't had time to find any mechanisms or clues yet."
Everyone looked at him with blank eyes, and it didn't look like he was pretending at all... Could it be that the opening of this third major door really had nothing to do with John? Just by chance, the mechanism inside this broken deer head suddenly resumed operation?
"Maybe we just happened to have good luck this time... Maybe the witch is also looking after the new believers and gave us luck." Nero said quickly, "Take advantage of this opportunity to get the things quickly. Block the hole and remove the copper liquid on the ground to prevent the ancient copper wall from healing again. "
After everyone heard the order, they temporarily put aside their doubts and surprises. They excavated the nearby soil and covered it with the hot brass solution. In the wisps of black smoke, the hot molten liquid cooled down quickly, and then they dug the He carried a pile of solidified brass blocks to a distant place and used the extra tools he brought with him to block the wall opening.
"You can enter!" Nello ordered, and then he took the lead and stepped into the shimmering warrior level.
Watson also entered at the end according to the order.
As soon as he entered the spacious and tall warrior level, he saw a square stone platform less than ten square meters in front of him, and in the distance was a dark abyss with no bottom in sight. The only way forward was a sharp staircase, which was made of shiny blades that had not rusted for thousands of years. The sharp edge of the blade was facing upwards, which meant that every step forward would require the torment of cutting the feet with the blade.
And this staircase made entirely of blades went up all the way to the doorway opposite.
The ceiling above was emitting a faint light. It was an extremely colorful mural, filled with colors that should and should not exist in the world. It was an indescribable beautiful river.
The purest white color, like shining light, came from the door of the house at the highest point of the mural, the origin of the outflow of rivers and all things.
The charming blue-green and shining bright gold formed a turbulent river with surging waves, flowing through the shiny black land, and directly to the edge of the ceiling, the sandbar covered by psychedelic clouds - the sultry dry yellow was the color of the mysterious sandbar. The rose red of the aurora and the blue-green of the electric light, these two colors are entangled, intertwined, competing, and struggling to snatch the color of the sky on the sandbar.
On the turbulent river, there is a large silver-gray ship fighting against the wind and waves. The dark red sails like dried blood seem to be rustling. A stern-looking female captain stands at the bow. Her eyes are as green as new wheat. The sailors on the ship seem to be singing a song to express their longing.
The black and white colors present different scenes at different angles, sometimes a mottled dark forest, sometimes a deep pit full of bones, which is the scene on both sides of the river.
However, Watson seemed to see another mural in a trance. This time, the river water in the mural is as clear as sapphire, the hull is as clear as amber, and there are misty clouds on both sides of the river bank. However, this time the end of the river is no longer a camouflaged sandbar, but a deep pit.
There were countless hungry monsters waiting in the deep pit. They were either male or female, mostly in female shape, their bodies were red as if they were bathed in blood, they all opened their arms and mouths, with bloodthirsty light in their eyes, waiting for fresh blood to fall.
54 entered the palace, and was fine last night...