Chapter 373: Shanhai 27┃ field.

The violent wind seemed to suddenly furious, and the moment everyone turned up the altar, they tore a huge air vent, swallowing it from the sky to the earth, swallowing the entire altar into the eye of the wind.
The huge wind swelled crazily, forming a giant tornado that reached the sky and the earth. The entire land in Death Valley seemed to be bounced, and under the ground, the rumbling sounded like a thousand horses rushing. Human voice.
And in the wind of the huge tornado that whirls wildly, tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and even more indescribable terrifying forms seem to be carnival and clamor, and the demons are dancing and desperately trying to get out of the wind. The head came out of the body, but the surface of the wind body seemed to be covered with a wind film, and it was desperately trying to wrap these terrifying things to prevent them from breaking through this last barrier.
The thick black-gray wind body enveloped the entire altarpiece within a hundred miles of it, but there was a faint red light that could see through the thick black-gray wind.
The red light was shining, dazzling like blood, flashing in the wind, gradually becoming clear, revealing a series of strange and terrifying ghost symbols.
That is the ghost writing on the rock wall of the altar. Against the backdrop of the wind rotating and tumbling, they seem to have life twisted and floated on the rock wall, and gradually, they seem to have broken away from the rock wall and were drawn into the wind by the wind. The body, as it spins and surges, mixed with blood red in the strong wind of black and gray.
A sound like a tearing film began to sound continuously. The blood red color was like a sharp scalpel, cutting the patient's fragile skin coldly and fiercely.
The tornado column sounded like thousands of ghosts screaming in unison. The sound was sharp and piercing, like thousands of sharp needles, pierced from the wind for a long time, shining with cold light, it seemed that there would be a thousand arrows in the next instant. Fadi flew out in all directions of the world, blooming a sparkling firework show for the upcoming feast of demons and ghosts.
And in the center of the eye of the giant tornado column that is devouring the sky, thirteen painters stand on the cold altar.
The skeletal image of "Mountain and Sea" that came out of the skin is changing from pitch black to blood red, making the thirteen painters look like thirteen blood men, their flesh and blood vaguely struggling on the edge of death.
There was no wind on the top of the altar. The tornado column circled the altar, forming a dome-shaped space above it. The painters were able to stay on the top of the altar. However, the roaring wind and the sharp howling of demons all around did not I wanted to crack the eardrums and pierce the eardrums, making people want to die immediately, so that they would no longer be tortured by this terrifying sound.
"Try to destroy it with a weapon!" Ke Xun yelled vigorously in the scream of the violent wind.
He didn't give up, he wanted to try again. Everyone chose to board the altar because they were holding the last glimmer of hope, hoping to find a vague way to save themselves on the top of the altar, or to completely end the whole event.
Li Xiaochun gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up his gun and fired wildly into the wind. Others also used submachine guns and pistols to shoot in all directions. Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen ignited the gasoline and oxygen bottles on their backs and detonated them. Part of the air inlet body was thrown on the altar, while Ke Xun removed the cell phone battery from his back, detonated it and kicked it into the air body.
Until the bullets of the gun in everyone’s hand were shot out, the tornado column was not affected at all, and continued to grow, continuing to tear the wind film. The howling of the demon is like a summer cicada that has been magnified by a billion times, without any interruption. The earth continues to make noises that make people want to go crazy.
"There is no way..." Wei Dong slumped down the empty gun in his hand, "There is really no way this time."
The participants looked at each other, panting, and shaking.
No one moves, no one can take the lead in plucking up the courage to die.
"It's almost too late..." Wu Youlei murmured, looking at the wind body, "They are coming out soon... that layer of wind film will be unable to withstand it... it can't withstand it anymore... woo woo... …"
"Can I go down?" Luo Ge desperately wiped the tears that couldn't be stopped. "It's the same everywhere I die. Can I die in my big G?"
Ke Xun frowned tightly, his eyes swept across the faces of his companions. Although everyone's faces were soaked in blood-red ghost text, they could still distinguish the sadness and despair on each face.
Ke Xun didn't want to see such a look. He couldn't bear it. He once woke up from crying in his dream every midnight, he saw a face with such a look in the reflection of his own glass window.
At this moment, the pain of the heart-wrenching heart that has finally faded and was once familiar has returned. He used to be the favorite relative, and now he is the most painful partner. He will face loss again and suffer heartache again. He was sad and angry, he was desperate and at a loss.
There was a sudden cold on his face.
Raising his hand and touching it, it turned out to be tears that had already appeared unfamiliar, but at this moment it seemed that he was no longer under his control and kept falling.
"Ke Xun..." Mu Yiran's voice resounded nearby.
Ke Xun turned his face and looked over, Mu Yiran looked at his eyes, full of sadness and distress.
"That's it..." Ke Xun smiled, tears gliding over the corners of his lips, "Then I'll take a step first, stunned, just like me on the other timeline in "Retro Travel"...how am I? Can't lose to that buddy, right. I..."
"No, Ke Xun, no." Mu Yi grabbed him, rarely lost his calmness, his eyes were stubborn and eager, "Wait a minute--not the last moment--I will think about it again. Thinking—I’ll find a way—"
"Okay." Ke Xun returned his hand and held his hand. "You think, I'll wait."
Mu Yiran's pupils swayed back and forth with the eager emotions, seeming to be desperately searching for clues as thin as a hair.
"You know, I have a suspicion," Mu Yiran's speech has never been faster. "I always think there is weirdness in Death Valley, and I have vaguely doubted since the night we entered the valley.
"Remember the shot Haowen shot in the wind? What we heard was a lot of shots. At that time, we thought it was echoes in the valley, but—
"Do you remember the thirteen black figures we saw in the wind when we entered the valley? I once said that maybe they are the reflections of the previous batches of painters, or they may be our own reflections-this is what I Always doubt.
"If the thirteen black figures are ourselves, when did we see us when we entered the valley? The thirteen black figures are walking. Now thinking about it, they seem to be carrying something on their backs, and they are facing Going in the direction of the altar, so-it is very likely that what we saw at the time was us today, who was walking towards the altar a moment ago.
"If this is the case, then the series of gunshots we heard when we entered the valley is not the echo of Haowen's shot, but—"
"Is it the sound that we shot into the wind just now?!" Ke Xun's eyes widened in surprise and tears.
"No," Mu Yiran shook his head slightly, "We shot the guns at the wind body for a long time. I think it's more like the shots shot by Xiaochun when he was under the altar. When you pressed him down Later, I looked towards the road we came in when we entered the valley, and it seemed to see the light of the car lights flashing, but it flashed too fast, I am not sure if I read it wrong, if I did not read it wrong, then the light , It is very likely that we are driving in this direction, when we entered the valley."
"This is too weird," Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly intervened, he stood not far away, and walked in front of the two of them at the moment, "According to your statement, now we are in the'group'. We were under the altar. What they saw in their eyes was the altar surrounded by tornado columns, but we did not see such a sight when we came."
"I think the time and space here are chaotic and intertwined," Mu Yiran seemed to be calmer than before, speaking at a slightly slower rate, looking at the other companions who are gathering here, "every time and space are there. Here are staggered and flashed back, so what we see are fragments of the scene that flashed away on the chaotic timeline, even Xiaochun's gunshots and our silhouettes did not appear one after another in the correct timeline.
"Of course, if you need to provide a convincing basis for this statement, the best proof is that Ke Xun and I went straight through the whole night after we boarded the altar for the first time and came to you.
"We speculated two possibilities at the time, one is that we traveled through time and space, and the other is that the memory of that period of time between me and him was erased, so now it seems that the first speculation is obviously more possible.
"Because, if the power of the demon on the altar can erase our memory to such an extent, it will now directly erase the memory of all of us and prevent us from dedicating ourselves to become a seal."
"Yan Ran is right," Ke Xun nodded hurriedly. "The time and space here is chaotic, chaotic! Remember "Schrödinger's Cat", it implies the superposition of parallel time and space and multi-dimensional, multi-time and space, and , This Death Valley is a human scene during the day and a scene that does not belong to the human world at night. Isn’t this a kind of time and space interlacing!"
"Yes, yes, why is it confused?" Everyone was also anxious and at a loss. At such a dying moment, the ability to think had already died first.
"Maybe because of the power of ghost text, maybe because of the super-abnormal magnetic field underground, maybe because of the huge tornado that is unreasonable every night..." Mu thought quickly, "Hao Wen, you understand the'material field' Huh?"
Zhu Haowen's eyes moved: "It is matter and the field formed by it, as well as the field formed by energy and its formation. Ghost text is a kind of energy that can form an energy field, or a material field, and the permeability of the material field determines the speed of light. The size of the light, where the material field is strong, the speed of light is slow, and where the material field is weak, the speed of light is fast. To put it simply-an uneven material field can cause time and space to bend!"
"That's it!" Ke Xun clenched his fists vigorously, "This place has a super powerful energy field like ghost text, and there is a super strong magnetic field underground!"
"Moreover," Zhu Haowen continued, "The Geophysical Society has confirmed that tornadoes can disrupt the earth's magnetic field! The vortex of tornadoes will produce areas of low magnetic pressure, which will cause a jump in the strength of the earth's surface magnetic field-Death Valley. Tornadoes appear every night, and the volume of one night is larger than that of one night. In addition, there is an unevenly distributed super magnetic field under the ground in the valley. Every time the wind rises or moves, it will cause ghost text, tornadoes, and underground magnetic fields. The material field generated by the interaction between the two causes the confusion and bending of time and space!"
"--So?--So?" Several people asked urgently and even beggingly.