Worship, said the third group...(repeated meaninglessly more than twenty times)"

"…changed, ██ized, dissolved, amplified, exalted, blessed, ██ized, presented...there is no end, there is no end...His name is Sahayawi, his name is Zwaya

Wei, his name is Tra Yeshia Wei (there are more than thirty sentences, the third person pronoun is a common form, the name is spelled in confusion, all are forced transliterations by Fan Ning)... Favor and crown belong to the transmutation one,

Decorations and miracles belong to the transmutation One, knowledge and power belong to the transmutation One (there are more than ten sentences, piled with meaningless words of praise)..."

As Fan Ning read, he felt a kind of confused yet inspired enthusiasm. He felt something was wrong and quickly moved the candle away.

But after thinking for a few seconds in the darkness, he brought the candle closer again, but this time he turned the frame over.

There was actually words on this side, but the fonts were larger, and they were in ancient Hoffman language. This short sentence made Fan Ning's pupils suddenly shrink.

"Please make sure the door is closed again."

What particularly made the three of them feel weird, terrifying and frightening was that the word "again" in the sentence was written very hard, and they could see that the tip of the pen had sunk into the wood and turned into a deep scratch!

Sheeran glanced behind worriedly.

The huge, deformed "paint ball" is firmly attached to the non-existent surface and sliding around. From a distance, it looks like a flat and bright dynamic graffiti painting.

"Caron, we've probably passed ten minutes..." She couldn't help but remind her.

Fan Ning frowned and stared at the small picture frame. It could be seen that he was thinking rapidly in his heart.

"What should we do? We seem to have no other way to go. Let's go in and try?" she asked again.

"Don't, don't, think again." Qiong's soft voice trembled at this moment, "The shortest record of this ritual instrument in the past was fifteen minutes, but this time it is not necessarily that short, there may be some time.

Let's think about it again, I feel like this door is too scary, who knows what will happen if you go in..."

"No matter how scary it is, can it be as scary as being swallowed by this deformed monster?" Sheeran's face turned ugly, "And you just detected it. There are rocks behind these three walls. Maybe it will be the same when you enter here. We might be able to get in the mud.

Make a small hole and hide..."

"Then why not just go through the wall..." Qiong curled her lips.

"Go in." Fan Ning suddenly said.

The two stopped discussing and looked at him: "...Caron, are you really sure?"

"OK." Fan Ning took a deep breath and then added:
Chapter completed!