Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 527: She sits on time
Chapter 527 She sits on time
I have learned Bengquan, and I am good at close combat. Now that I have merit protection, that woman's head is not a threat to me at all.
One punch after another, without giving her a chance to resist at all, with a sharp scream, the whole idea was smashed by me!
The scene changed, the middle-aged man in the room and the young woman on the hospital bed all disappeared, and I returned to the room just now.
Opening my eyes, I looked at the palm of my hand. The woman's head was shriveled, like a withered flower, and the colored silk thread in my hand also shrank and broke.
"Dead?" Truman walked over excitedly: "Anchor, you succeeded."
Holding the "idea" with one hand, I recalled what happened just now: "I originally wanted to pull the silk thread under the 'idea', but as soon as my hand touched it, my consciousness was pulled into the evil thought and was almost swallowed by it .”
The confrontation just now was short, but in fact it was very thrilling. Ordinary means were ineffective against "thoughts". soul.
"Then how did you escape?" Truman only saw me holding my hair in thought for a while, and didn't know that I was almost in danger.
"Rely on this." I raised my left hand, and merits and virtues flowed on the string of beads with the lotus imprint: "The merits and virtues can restrain evil thoughts, but the amount of merits and virtues is limited, and they should be consumables. The string can be used several times."
Silence for a moment, in fact, I still have a worse news that I didn't tell Truman, I have a negative merit of 100,000, and I am riddled with karma. Once I am corrupted by evil thoughts, I am afraid that I will become a super terrifying existence.
I dispelled the thoughts in my head, checked the room, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, I pushed open the door: "It's time to leave, keep going upstairs, be careful, don't run into the woman before, she is dangerous !”
Walking out of the room, I didn't leave immediately, the thoughts in this room have been dealt with, we can hide in this room for refuge if necessary.
Because there is no number, it took me more than ten seconds to remember the location of this room: "Okay, let's go."
Just as Truman and I turned around, we soon heard a sound behind us, and turned our heads to see that the closed door had cracked open.
Before Truman and I could react, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a shriveled human head rolled out of the door, dragging the silk thread that had just grown, and rolled downstairs!
"Not good! That woman's 'thought' is not dead!"
The passageway was in a spiral shape, and the head rolled quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"It's a bad thing." Truman and I both looked very ugly. One of the important reasons why we have been able to get to the present safely is that we have been hiding in the dark and have not been discovered.
But the situation is different now, that "idea" is likely to communicate with other "ideas" in the building, exposing the existence of two outsiders, Truman and me.
One "idea" is already so terrifying, what if there are a bunch of them? I can't even imagine that picture!
Without the slightest hesitation, I immediately chased after it, but I ran all the way to the fourth floor, but I didn't see that "thought" figure. I suspected that it had secretly hid in a certain room.
Standing in the aisle, each floor is composed of countless compartments, and it is simply unrealistic to check them one by one.
"Anchor, what should I do? Do you want to evacuate the building?" Truman moved slower than me, and only now chased after him. His voice was anxious and worried.
"This building is the tallest building in this area. If you want to see farther and determine the surrounding terrain, there is no better place than this. Can't withdraw, let's go, let's speed up to the top floor!"
I took the lead and ran upstairs.
Actually, there is another reason why I don't want to leave. The woman wearing the paper mask is still in the building, and the underworld show offered 100 points to kill her. If possible, I would like to observe her up close, maybe there will be amazing discoveries.
The woman's head disappeared, and Truman and I felt a sense of urgency.
"The flow of time in deep dreams is different from reality. If we stay here for a long time, we may completely confuse reality and illusion." I ran upstairs quickly. The internal structure of the building was similar, and the overall composition Spiral upward, each compartment is closely connected.
The situation did not change until the eighteenth floor. The first was the color of the walls. The walls on other floors were all white or light gray. Only the walls on this floor were dark black.
"Something's wrong." The dark walls seemed mysterious in the dream, full of insecurity. When I stepped into it, I found that all the doors on this floor were also black. I can't tell where is the wall and where is the door.
"Anchor, don't rush in. Black is not a good color in dreams. There may be something scary hidden on this floor." The doors of the compartments are not locked. , They may run out and surround Truman and me.
Colors have special meanings in dreams, Yingzi also told me, so I didn't rush to open these doors to check, and stood there waiting for Truman to come over: "Old Chu, do you think black will appear in dreams?" What does it portend?"
"Black is the shadow formed when there is a lack of light. If you dream of black, normally it means that you will discover a fact that you did not know, or that the feeling you have been hiding in your heart will soon be surrounded by you. Black represents danger and is often associated with evil.” Truman frowned and thought for a while: “According to the data provided by the volunteers, if you dream of walking into a dark room or dreaming of a person wearing black If you don’t wear clothes, it means that someone will sabotage your relationship or career, and even bring danger to your life.”
"I can't tell, you have some experience in dream interpretation."
"It's not my experience, it's my experience. I summed it up based on the dictation of the volunteers." Truman lowered his voice: "Hurry up and find a window, and go straight after reading it. Black is really not an auspicious color in dreams. .”
Through the dark corridor, Truman and I came to the end of the passage, and the stairs leading to the next floor also symbolized ominous black.
"This building doesn't seem to be that high from the outside." Truman and I stepped up the black stairs one after the other to the nineteenth floor.
This is the top floor of the entire building, with a large space filled with all kinds of sundries.
There are dolls, flowerpots, furniture with peeling paint, rusty iron stoves, huge gears, and mechanical parts as tall as a human body.
There are many things, but without exception, these are all old things, and they should be abandoned by people.
"Why are they piled up here?"
Looking up, the nineteenth floor has no ceiling, like a castle in the air, with twisted steel as a bracket, and a big clock stands on the top of the building.
The clock face has a diameter of five meters and is divided into three layers. The outermost layer is marked with twenty-four numbers, which seems to represent twenty-four hours. The second layer is marked with twelve numbers, just like real clocks and watches. The strange thing is that on the innermost layer, the dial is covered with fine words, half of which is pure black and half of which is pure white, which seems to symbolize day and night.
"Is this clock recording dream time?" I just guessed casually. In fact, my eyes only stayed on the dial for a few seconds before moving away, because I found even more incredible existence.
On the outermost dial, three pointers point to different places crookedly, and the thickest pointer stops in the center of the dial, and the woman I saw before is sitting on it!
On the nineteenth floor of the building, the skirt was blown by the wind of dreams. She wore a paper mask and looked into the distance, shaking bright red high-heeled shoes, and the whole dream world was under her feet.
"This woman..." For a while, I couldn't find any words to describe her.
I don't know what she wants to do, and I don't know where her eyes are staying. Raise your hand.
After the twelve bells rang, the innermost dial started to rotate with her fingers, and all the hands fell in the black area.
At the same time, there was the sound of a door being pushed in the building. I was peeking at the stairs, and the doors were knocked open, and "ideas" flew out one after another!