Instead, he kept nodding in agreement, which was not common on weekdays.

"What's going on with your expression?" Qiong looked at him doubtfully.

"nothing."

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"The premiere has been held and ended as scheduled." Fan Ning turned away and looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

After hearing this, the girl's small figure hanging in the air froze in place.

What he means is...

Festering holes all over the space are devouring everything.

"We have to go, see you later." Fan Ning's eyes flashed coldly, he pulled off the lavender girdle with a ray of divinity attached to it, wrapped it in his hand, and jumped into the invisible well.

Joan came back to her senses and shouted:

"Be careful with those people. You are not in a very good condition right now, and you only have this extraordinary string..."

Fan Ning's back has disappeared.

A process of traveling at high speed through chaotic rifts with an unknown direction.

The colors and lines in front of him were spinning crazily, but he could already feel the "cocoon"-like paint in his pocket correcting its chaotic trajectory, gradually pointing in a direction not too far away.

It should be night when you wake up.

Turning back to the Turner Art Hall, Fan Ning's nerves were tense and he was always ready to deal with emergencies.

Suddenly, there was a weird slippery feeling on the tip of my tongue, and then my left wrist became tense again!

Several notes with line segments appeared in front of him inexplicably: "re, fa, la, #do".

A D minor major seventh chord with an augmented third interval and a violent and rough sound.

"Gel membranes!?"

When he encountered the "Painful Room" for the first time in the sealing room, it was it that helped him resist the infection and dissolution. Then the mark on it inexplicably had an extra "do rising", which was superimposed on the original d.

Above the minor triad.

So Fan Ning's first reaction was that he encountered some kind of "pool" pollution, which triggered the reaction of this ritual vessel.

But he was surprised to find that at the next moment, this gel fetal membrane used its own stronger spiritual fluctuations to overwhelm the direction correction of the original "cocoon" phase pigment!

Fan Ning felt like he was sitting in a car that braked suddenly and stepped on the accelerator to reverse.

One stagger, then another even bigger stagger.

The direction of the waking world has suddenly undergone a drastic and complete change!

"...path reappearance method?"

"Looking for a 'person for marking', taking the 'primer' to go to a specific place in the waking world? And then realize some kind of occult closed loop?"

"So that later people who hold the "primer" and enter the reentry passage can return to the path marked at that time?"

"!!!Could this real 'primer' be..."

The chaotic color lines in front of me stopped for a moment, and then started to spin even more crazily in the counterclockwise direction.

He remembered the way Roy unfolded a small piece of engraving printing paper folded in half and read it gently in the dim light after parking the car at Highvale Manor that day.

"...In the year 871 of the New Calendar, an unexplained fire destroyed the 'Free Folk Herb Shop' owned by Vasius's parents."

"... Coincidentally, a short time ago, we discovered that a person had visited this 'Free Folk Herbal Shop' several times. This person's name is Vienne, and he is an organist by profession."

"...His main request was to treat glaucoma. It improved significantly at first, but then it went downhill again. So the owner of the 'Freedom Folk Herbal Shop' gave Vienne a token and informed them that their herbal medicine skills were

I learned it from the Southern Continent, and the treatment effect is not satisfactory, perhaps because I haven’t learned it yet.”

"...After several suggestions from the herbal shop, Vienne finally made up his mind to go to the Southern Continent to seek medical treatment in person according to the contact address on the token."

Fan Ning was hit by a wave of fear that stood on end of his hair.

His mind recalled the night at Santa Ramburg, when the two of them visited "Relatim Chemical Company" at night, and Sheeran played Vasius and acted together with him at Sylvia's rooftop party.

Who is acting for whom?

What kind of existence is controlling all of this invisibly? Is it one party using itself, or is it a multi-party game?

There was no time to carefully review the seemingly normal conversation that day.

Due to a sudden change, Fan Ning, who had finally recovered from a serious illness, suffered from an old injury and a splitting headache. Everything was falling at an extremely fast speed, blurred and distorted.

The words I was thinking about in my mind could no longer be connected into long, logical sentences.

Eye disease?......

Seek medical attention?…

The former site of the Turner Art Museum?

Apostle? Primer? Token?

This is what the fuck is called...a token???

Fan Ning's sense of positioning at close range, which was similar to that of He Meng and his group, came from the hill behind the Turner Hall of Art, but was thrown far away like a cannonball.

That new point is very far, far beyond this city, beyond this empire, beyond this continent!
Chapter completed!