Chapter 2677: Adanis and Orao

  Chapter 2677 Adanis and Orao
  When Angel took out the log and the painting turned into fly ash. In the depths of the underground labyrinth, in the hidden dark space, a pair of green eyes opened quickly.
  As she wakes up, a faint gleam of light immediately floats around her.
  The scope of the shining light is not large, but it is enough to see her silhouette.
  This is a woman lying among the red flowers. She is very beautiful, with long golden hair scattered around her temples, and the prism eardrops swayed gently with her sitting up.
  If Angel and others see her at this time, they will find that this woman's appearance is exactly the same as the blonde peasant woman in the previous "Pastoral Leisure Picture".
  It's just that the woman in the painting has spring in her eyes, but her eyes are like a sea of ​​boundless forests, deep and cold.
After the woman sat up, she fell into deep thought.
  Why did she wake up? By the way, it seems that the outpost of the Ladder of the Suspended Hell has been destroyed?
  Who destroyed the sentinel? Do wise men rule? No, he still asks me, and she must help him if he wants to repair the magic circle. He doesn't need to destroy the sentinel. Besides, Naraku has not returned, and the Ladder of the Overhanging Hell has no other value to the wise master.
  Are there anyone else besides the wise dominate?
  Those sleeping obsessives? No, there is no sign of obsessive awakening at all sentinel points. Moreover, if they wake up, You Nu will notify her as soon as possible.
   is not the obsessive, nor is it dominated by the wise, then there are only two options left:
  First, the monster in the void. Second, the wood spirit.
  Is the former possible? It is unlikely that unless they fall into the void, the monster will not attack the life on the suspended ladder.
  As for the words of the wooden spirit... she had observed the wooden spirit a hundred years ago, she was as timid as a mouse, and a little bit of wind and grass could scare it to death. The sentinel of the Ladder of the Suspended Prison is also made of the wood spirit's body derivative. With the wood spirit's character, it perceives its own derivative and understands that there has been danger there, and it will definitely not To go.
  Furthermore, she vaguely noticed that there was an abnormal flow of energy in a certain position of the magic circle in the ladder of the overhanging.
   is neither a monster nor a wood spirit, so there is no option.
  The blond woman was thinking, suddenly, she raised her head and looked into the darkness.
  After staring quietly for a few seconds, a male voice resembling the unique voice of a circus clown sounded from the darkness.
   "Oh, have I been spotted again? I am really envious. It is obvious that Edanis sleeps every day, so how can his strength be stronger than the hard-failed Orao?"
  As the voice sounded, a long and thin silhouette of a figure appeared faintly in the darkness.
   "Because I am practicing, and you seem to be working hard, but you are fishing in troubled waters." The woman called Adanis said lightly.
  "Here again, every time I say you sleep a lot, you say you are practicing. Do you think of me as a fool? I used to fight with my master. I know exactly what it is like to sleep!"
   Adanis whispered: "If you don't believe it, forget it...Also, what are you doing here with me?"
"Your side is lit up. It’s hard for me not to pay attention. However, the time you fell asleep this time was very short. It was not a few months or a few years before. How many times did you wake up in one day? , Have a nightmare?"
   Adanis pondered for a moment, and looked at the invisible silhouette in the dark: "What made me wake up many times? I only woke up this time."
   "Once? How do I remember it was twice? Did I remember it wrong?" The comical tone made it hard to tell whether it was intentional or unintentional.
   Adanis quietly said: "You have a wrong memory."
   "Okay, then treat me as wrong." It seemed that he took a step back, but his tone was joking.
  Furthermore, Adanis was aware of Olao’s words and said to herself, ‘Am I wrong?’, but now the answer is ‘just treat it as I’m wrong.’
  One is a memory error, the other is a vision error. The difference between the two is quite obvious.
   Adanis lowered her eyebrows: "You didn't come here to tease me?"
  "Am I joking?" In the yin and yang tone, anyone who is not a fool can tell that what he said is ironic.
   "If you don't say the purpose, I will continue to fall asleep." As Adanis said, she gently fiddled with the blood-red flowers on the ground.
   "The wise are not stupid, don't be fooled." Although the tone is still a bit exaggerated, it is obviously more sincere than before.
  A soft snort came from Adanis's nose, but did not reply.
  
Also, blocking is not a solution. They are not necessarily the people we are waiting for, but after all, they are descendants of Noah. If they are not even given a chance, what do you think the master will have when he comes back?

   Adanis: "The master in your mouth will not come back."
  Olao: "I know you have complaints against your master, it doesn't matter. But Edanis, you must remember that we were born in the dark and grew in the dark, but it does not mean that we belong to the dark."
  After Orao finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness. Only one sentence is left: "Any decision you make, I will not make changes, and this time is the same. But you may not really be able to stop them from moving forward, because the wise man is not stupid. When you use him, he I'm also testing you..."
  "...It is not our destiny to sink into the darkness... We will finally leave here one day..."
  The voice slowly dissipated, and Orao's figure disappeared completely.
  Adanis looked at this endless darkness, and after a long time, she whispered, "We are different."
   After uttering these words, Adanis was silent for a while, before returning her thoughts to the outpost of the Ladder of the Suspended Prison and being broken.
  Although Olao’s sudden appearance interrupted her thoughts, their conversation gave her new ideas.
  Because there are very few visitors from the underground waterways, especially those arriving at the Ladder of the Suspense, she only thought of the native creatures in the underground waterways, but ignored these people.
   "If it's a descendant of Noah, it's possible." Adanis frowned and her expression was suspicious.
  She does not doubt the reason why they destroyed the sentinel, because the ignorant will always do something ignorant; and the sentinel can be rebuilt if it is destroyed.
  She cares more and is more puzzled: "How did they destroy the sentinel?"
  She stayed at the sentinel of the Ladder of the Suspended Prison. Although the overall energy level is not high, the technology combines magic patterns, mirror images and space, which is very confusing.
  If you simply destroy the painting, the sentinel will regenerate after a while.
  But now, the painting is not only destroyed, but the magic pattern, mirror image and space are all broken.
  This is a bit weird.
  The wise man can also destroy sentinel points, but he is a type of destruction that relies on brute force to crush. If he wants to break three barriers at the same time, even a wise man cannot do so easily.
  "The descendant of Noah, what happened this time..."
   Adanis pondered for a moment, still a little unable to sit still. Because she had an inexplicable sense of anxiety, as if something big was about to happen.
   "No, let You Nu go over and see the situation." Adanis whispered softly, then slowly lay down, lying in the gorgeous flowers.
  As Adanis’ breathing gradually stabilized, she seemed to enter a dormant state. However, the diamond-shaped mirror ornaments hanging on her neck and ears began to flicker.
  In the darkness, Orao looked at the glittering jewelry of Adanis from a distance, with a complicated expression.
   After a moment of silence, Olao slowly stretched out his hand, with a thin circular lens in the center of his palm.
  This lens is also the same as Adanis’ jewelry, shimmering constantly. Through the image that appeared on the lens, Olao clearly saw that the figure of Adanis shuttled in the darkness of nothingness.
   "Are you out again?"
  Olao's five fingers squeezed slightly, and for a moment, the idea of ​​crushing the lens came into being.
  The dark tunnel of nothingness was opened up little by little, so if he smashed the lens, Adanis would be completely lost, unable to find the beginning and the end.
  Ke Aolao did not crush the lens in the end, but lowered the brim of his hat, and walked back into the deep darkness like a secluded abyss.
  ...
  At this time, in the ladder of the overhanging prison.
  Angel is perceiving the emotional changes dominated by the wise through the illusion that stays outside.
  He deliberately mentioned that "the film on the surface of the painting is like a mirror surface", not only to suggest to his companions, but also to test the dominance of the wise.
  It’s just that after the wise master guesses that he can perceive emotions, the emotional feedback becomes very weak.
  After actively suppressing emotional changes, even Angel can hardly perceive it. However, this is only temporary. After all, he is now in the Ladder of the Suspended Hell, and he needs to use illusion to perceive the emotion of the wise man. If he was standing in front of the true body dominated by the wise now, the result would be unknown.
"I have never heard of the name of the painter you mentioned, but I believe that the painter you mentioned is real, and the painting is also real. The other works of the painter you simulated with illusion are also real... But, are your words true? Yes, I can't be sure." The wise man said that he was unable to be sure, but his tone was very determined. He didn't believe in such a coincidence.
   "I can't be sure...then keep watching." Angel smiled softly: "Maybe there is such a coincidence in this world?"
At this time, Doc also helped: "Yes, there are too many coincidences in the world. We came here, perhaps by coincidence, or by fate. If it is really guided by fate, then it is a coincidence. It's not a coincidence, but a gift from fate."
   After a pause, Docks said in a joking tone: "Maybe even Mu Ling knows Angel."
  Dox is indeed defending Angel, but from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't believe these coincidences either. But whoever makes them belong to a group and has a contract, safeguarding partners means safeguarding common interests.
  The wise master glanced at Dox, then turned to look at Angel: "Then I will continue to look at and see if the coincidences in your mouth will jump out one by one."
  The wise man dominates the conversation, and stepped aside, not speaking any more.
  The wise man stopped speaking, and Docks naturally turned the topic to the inside again, ran to Angel's side and asked: "Who is that blonde woman...?"
  Docks originally wanted to ask if the blonde woman was the one in the Demon God of Mirror. But the wise man is on the sidelines, he can only turn around and suggest.
  Angel: "I don't know, maybe it was the person who hung the painting here?"
   At this moment, Angel glanced at the wise man. Trying to get the wise man to answer, but the wise man is silent this time.
   Unable to get a response, Angel shrugged and gave Docks a tacit look to let him know it for himself.
He didn't know if    was the woman in the Demon God of Mirror. But all the anomalies in this painting come from the mirror-like film on the outermost layer, and the side face of the blonde woman is indeed a bit like the female in the logo of the Devil of Mirror. As far as Angel personally felt, even if it wasn't the Demon God of Mirror, it should have a certain connection with it.
  However, there is no need to think about the Demon God of Mirror yet. If the Demon of Mirror is related to Augustine, they will eventually meet. If it doesn't matter, Angel doesn't want to grow out of it. Anyway, Sisia has entered the Wilderness of Dreams, and there is still a chance to understand the secrets of the underground waterway.
  Furthermore, Angel has one more thing to do now.
  Angel lowered his head and looked at the dark brown log on the ground.
  This is a derivative of Wood Spirit, maybe you can...do it.
   When Angel's eyes flickered, the voice of the wise master came from behind: "If you bring it, your chances of encountering wood spirits will decrease."
  "Why?" It was not Angel, but Docs who asked the doubt.
  Dox wondered: "If this is a derivative of the wood spirit, then with it, shouldn't the wood spirit show up on its own initiative?"
The wise master: "The ability of wood inspiration to know the breath is not weak. It is very difficult for you to find it. Now you are still carrying its derivatives. Doesn't this tell it directly, your position? With its character, it It will inevitably avoid it in advance instead of showing up."
   "Also, the derivative has stayed here for so many years, and it has also been searched from the future. Why do you think that if you take it, the wood spirit will take the initiative to appear?"
  Dox rubbed his chin, his face showed enlightenment.
   is also right, if the wood spirit really wants to retrieve its own tokens, it will come long ago. But it has never looked for it, which means it doesn't care at all. In other words, the fear of timidity is greater than that of the heart, and it is simply not to see and not to worry.
  Thinking about it, the strangeness of this wood spirit is beyond imagination...
  "Are you still going to take it?" Docks turned his head and looked at Angel, and found that Angel was still holding the log, as if he was still making gestures.
  Angel didn’t look up, "Why not?"
  Dokes: "Aren't you afraid you can't find Wood Spirit?"
  Angel stopped the gestures in his hand and looked up at Dorks: "Didn't you just say that, maybe Mu Ling knew me, so he jumped out to find me?"
  "Besides, if I don't bring this, I will be able to find the wood spirit?"
  "Since the result is uncertain, why not bring it. No matter how bad it is, it is also an extraordinary material."
  (End of this chapter)