Chapter 629
"it?"
Chen Ling was stunned and looked at the blank picture frame hanging above the door again.
The next moment, lines were drawn out from the blank drawing paper, intersecting with each other to form meaningless triangles, rectangles, ellipses, and other geometric figures. The blank drawing paper was piled up. At first glance, it looked like a primary school student. Exercises on white paper using various drawing tools.
The second hall...is a painting?
Putting aside the issue of species, even if it is a painting, it should have the outline of a human figure... These messy geometric figures look a bit too abstract.
As if hearing Chen Ling's thoughts, these geometric shapes were automatically spliced together. The ellipse stood up like a long face, the trapezoid was placed at the position of the nose, and the rectangle turned sideways like a mouth, a circle, a triangle, one on the left and one on the left. The right hand rests on both sides of the nose, like a pair of eyes of different sizes and heights.
"[6 of Hearts] Chen Ling." A deep voice came from the frame, "In the past hundred years, you are the second Dusk Club member to come here."
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he already had the answer in his mind, he still pretended to be stupid and asked:
"Oh? What about the first one?"
"The first one is the shame of our floating paintings." The voice in the second hall was extremely calm. "Now, he is locked up in "Guernica" and will never be able to escape from the prison."
The "first" mentioned by the Second Hall naturally refers to the Qing Shinto genius who is well known in the nine realms. He was the former Ninth Hall and is now the Dusk Society [Plum Blossom 8].
Meihua 8 was imprisoned by Fu Sheng Hui. Chen Ling and others had known about this for a long time. One of their goals in searching Hongchen Base was to rescue him from Fu Sheng Hui.
But... what is "Guernica"?
"So, will I end up like him?" Chen Ling asked.
"Maybe it will be worse." The Second Palace said lightly, "It depends on your own attitude."
"I have a good attitude. I smiled at everyone I met along the way."
Yang Mudog on the side rolled his eyes.
The Second Palace seemed too lazy to argue with Chen Ling and said straight to the point:
"You said before that you know the mastermind behind this attack? And about the crisis in the world of mortals?"
"To be precise, I know part of it."
"Tell me."
"What can I get?"
"What do you get?" The voice of the Second Hall became more and more indifferent, "As a member of the Dusk Club, you have already received the greatest kindness if you are still alive and standing here... It is not us who negotiate terms with you now, it is you who have to show us value."
Chen Ling had already expected these remarks.
With his current status and being in the home of Fu Sheng Hui, these palaces will definitely not negotiate any conditions with him, let alone let him leave. This is not what Chen Ling wants... His purpose is just to serve as an outpost to find The Hongchen base paves the way for Plum Blossom J and others behind.
But if Chen Ling didn't ask, it would appear that he was very problematic. How could a member of the Dusk Club be so candid in cooperating with Fu Sheng Hui?
In order to prevent the palace members from becoming suspicious, Chen Ling must act like she is being coerced and try to gain benefits for herself. Only in this way is it most natural and can buy time for other Dusk Club members.
"I can tell you everything I know." Chen Ling said calmly, "But at least, I want to ensure that I will still be alive after I tell you everything."
"Can."
After receiving this answer, Chen Lingcai pretended to hesitate for a long time and said slowly:
"The person who planned this attack was Wuji Realm."
Hearing the words Wuji Realm, Yang Muquan's brows rose slightly, but the Second Hall seemed to have no reaction. It was still hanging quietly on the relief door, as if still waiting for more information.
"On the second floor of the Great World Song and Dance Hall, I heard a conversation between two special envoys of the Wuji Realm..."
Chen Ling recounted everything she knew about the Wuji Realm. Yang Muquan was skeptical at first, but after hearing that they had colluded with the Beidou Consortium and allowed Mu Chunsheng to recover, his brows became more and more frowned.
The teleportation circle on the second floor of the Great World Song and Dance Hall, the items used for sacrifices, Mu Chunsheng's sudden recovery from health, and the large number of Jiangtian believers who suddenly emerged from the ground of Beidou Manor during this attack... all the clues are connected It turns out that every clue known about Fu Sheng Hui can be mutually corroborated with Chen Ling's description.
After listening, Yang Muquan looked back at the picture frame on the relief door.
The Second Palace has long been suspicious of the Wuji Realm, and even sent two palaces to investigate the Wuji Realm not long ago. However, Chen Ling’s statement undoubtedly corroborates this idea, and I don’t know what the Second Palace thinks now. …
The second hall was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke:
"anything else?"
"That's all I can think of right now."
Before Chen Ling could finish her words, a burst of dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the picture frame on the relief door, and a huge palm made of various geometric figures suddenly stretched out, completely wrapping Chen Ling's figure!
The next moment, these geometric figures gradually dissipated in the air, and the red opera robe disappeared.
Seeing this, Yang Mudog couldn't help but say:
"You really don't want to kill him?"
"I said I would keep him alive, and I never break my promise." In the frame, the square face made of geometric figures spoke calmly, "Being imprisoned in "Guernica" is no different from being dead. …It will even be more painful than death.”
"...What do you think about the Wuji Realm?"
The Second Hall did not respond. The two geometric eyes, one large and one small, silently stared in a certain direction in the distance. After an unknown amount of time, they slowly said:
"Wait until they come back."
…
The infinite realm.
Two figures stepped through the puddles with a faint smell of rust and walked through the dim streets.
The two of them, one is a woman with black hair shawl, and the other is a middle-aged man with a palette hanging on his waist. Both of them are wearing bright clothes that are very characteristic of the world of mortals, and they are walking slowly along the road.
The sixth hall, the seventh hall.
Their appearance immediately attracted some attention...but the source of these eyes was not from the street, but from the small and cramped windows in those dark rooms. Dim sunlight shines into these rooms, and almost no light is reflected. Only behind these windows, timid and rickety figures can be vaguely seen.
The two palaces glanced around, their brows frowning more and more...
They walked straight towards the huge church in the setting sun. The setting sun dragged the shadow of the church on the ground, shrouding the two of them like ferocious and dark demons.