Chapter 877 Waiting for you to enter your dream (15) The stars are coming
In the shadows, a beautiful figure shuttled quickly.
After a long time, Qianying poked her head out from the shadows. After observing her surroundings vigilantly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that the ability of Shadow Stalker has not faded away. At least it is very useful in this place where there are shadows everywhere, even better than the white tiger bloodline. And why has my white tiger bloodline disappeared? Is it possible that my white tiger bloodline has disappeared? Is it because of the strange building that Cheng Xiao calls Luluye or Raleye? Then why is the shadow stalker that I have abandoned still there? Forget it. Although that guy Wu Jie is in somewhat of a mental state, It's a problem, but your vision is indeed good. Come up, there is no danger here."
Zhao Yingkong emerged from the shadows holding a kerosene lamp, and her last words were naturally addressed to the person following her.
After Zhao Yingkong finished speaking, Zhang Heng, who looked dull, also came out.
"Where should we go next?" Zhao Yingkong picked up the kerosene lamp, looked at it, and said, "The consumption of kerosene lamps is very serious. It seems that walking in the shadows consumes more lamp oil. Zhang Heng, please say something. ah!"
Zhang Heng raised his head and glanced at Zhao Yingkong, then lowered his head without saying a word.
"Fuck me!" Zhao Yingkong cursed in a low voice. She once thought that there would be no more annoying guy than Zhang Heng in this world. His endless nonsense could lead people into a ditch no matter what the circumstances. He had a weird aura, and although he had no wader-related intentions, he just liked to make fun of himself.
The guy who pretends to be a passionate wanderer all day long, but in fact might even touch a girl's hand, can only say a few words.
Zhao Yingkong once thought that the Zhang Heng she knew was the most annoying guy in the world, but facts spoke louder than words, and she finally knew what kind of person was more annoying than Zhang Heng.
——That’s another Zhang Heng.
Looking at this guy who couldn't fart for a long time, Zhao Ying couldn't breathe, and her original impression of him as an honest person gradually changed to "Does this person have autism?"
"I have to admit, I have begun to miss your bad mouth. At least with him, I won't be so bored along the way, just like I am carrying a mummy."
If Zhang Heng were here, then at least Zhang Heng's crazy and funny behavior could powerfully dispel the depressing atmosphere caused by the dead environment.
People who don't have Zhang Heng, or who don't get the right Zhang Heng, have to bear much more than others, such as Ling Dian. This poor man can hardly tell himself apart. Because of his own characteristics, Li Xiaoyi is better than Zero Point, but if he does not find his own kerosene lamp in time, the end will definitely be extremely miserable.
In fact, even if he found the kerosene lamp, Li Xiaoyi still paid a pair of eyes and a lot of sanity as a price because of Zhang Heng.
Zhao Yingkong is relatively good. Although the Zhang Heng she was assigned is not too reliable, Zhao Yingkong is different from others. She has the essential power to fight against weirdness.
Looking at the dull-looking Zhang Heng behind him, Zhao Yingkong rubbed his temples in pain. The current Zhang Heng couldn't even be called a lump, he was a pure autistic patient!
In addition to being able to use the bow and arrow in his hand to fight back when in danger, he wouldn't even need to bring an oil bottle with him if it wasn't too much trouble. Other than that, it had no effect.
He didn't even say anything, let alone adjust the atmosphere, even if he analyzed the rules, it would be useless!
Where to go has become Zhao Yingkong's biggest difficulty at the moment.
She couldn't remember when she was separated and most of them were scattered, just like it was absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to clearly realize when she fell asleep. Unknowingly, the dream came.
Looking up, I couldn't see any starlight. The sky was like a dark curtain blocking all light.
With no choice but to do so, Zhao Yingkong could only lead the autistic Zhang Heng with the kerosene lamp in his hand, moving quietly in the dark alley. The alley was so quiet that it felt abnormally depressing. Zhao Yingkong could even clearly hear the heartbeats of herself and Zhang Heng.
This is an extremely abnormal situation. Even on a quiet night, it is impossible for there to be no sound at all. The sound of wind and leaves moving slightly can reach ten decibels. It is absolutely impossible for there to be no sound at all. There have long been more than one experiment that has proven that absolute silence is no less than hell for humans. No matter what it is, it should not go to extremes.
At this moment, what Zhao Yingkong wants most is not a teammate, but an opponent who can let her fight.
This weird scene where there was nothing, not even superfluous sounds except the breathing and heartbeats of himself and his teammates, was really unbearable.
"We have to do something, no matter what it is, we have to do something anyway." Zhao Yingkong suddenly said these words to Zhang Heng behind him. Unfortunately, what he got in exchange was not giving Zhao Yingkong a reason to beat Zhang Heng. dirty jokes, but a long silence.
Zhao Yingkong stared at Zhang Heng. It was very bad. He didn't disappear or change.
Now she would rather Zhang Heng made some noise for her, no matter what it was, as long as it was noise.
"I can't stand it. How about turning on the gene lock and simulating other people's thoughts?"
Zhao Yingkong was a little hesitant. She actually didn't trust the thought simulation of the third-order gene lock. For her own reasons, her third-order gene lock had always had some flaws.
If it is about controlling one's own energy, then there is actually no difference between Zhao Yingkong and other people's third-level gene locks, but if it involves topics such as thought simulation, brain, mental personality, etc., then there will be trouble.
Just when Zhao Yingkong was about to take the risk, an extremely clear voice sounded.
The sound was very small, but to Zhao Yingkong, who was quiet enough to hear his breathing and heartbeat clearly, it was no less than the wake-up alarm clock at Spongebob's house.
Zhao Yingkong held her breath, controlled her heartbeat, and quietly moved toward the source of the sound, where she saw a scene that she would never forget.
Existing in a small space, there is a building community that is extremely inconsistent with the human cognitive model. This twisted feeling of cramming a huge building into an extremely small space also makes normal people feel seriously uncomfortable. Human space His perception prevented him from accepting this twisted architectural form. No, it seemed inappropriate to call it a building complex. To be precise, it was a huge altar made of blood and flesh.
[Human beings have begun to be curious about natural phenomena in extremely ancient times, and the stars are one of them. The ancient wizards began to perform priests, dance, turtle shells, or offer sacrifices to the stars, hoping to gain His attention. But the stars will not look at them because of these actions. Their size will never attract Him in the depths of the stars. They are not qualified, and they do not dare. He is hidden deep in the stars, and they turn into stars. Avoid Xuanhuang, and when Xuanhuang falls, the stars will return to their positions, and they will come again. 】