Chapter 293 Singing Team

I nodded with relief and said to Nie Chuan, "You go up too."

Nie Chuan seemed to suddenly understand something at this time and said, "No! You are not right!"

I smiled and said to myself that it was good that he only reacted now, so I waved to him.

Nie Chuan continued: "Your method allows us both to pass, but you can't go up!"

In fact, I feel very uncomfortable, but I still forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter. I believe you two can save Xie Yuting. As long as someone can go out, we have hope. As you said, just come back to save me."

Nie Chuan shook his head and said, "The situation is different now. In the secret room..."

I looked back and said in the depths of darkness, "It's okay. I'll wait for you here. I won't go back to the secret room. It's safe here."

Nie Chuan hesitated for a moment, looked at the cute Daxiong on the roof and said, "Well, then you must wait for us to come back."

I nodded and said calmly, "Don't worry, you pay attention to safety."

Nie Chuan looked at me again, stopped talking, and raised his feet and walked forward.

This time, the stairs directly let him pass, and even the direction changed badly.

I guess it's because the fisherman knows that if I change direction again, I will step on the top floor faster than last time.

Looking at Nie Chuan all the way to the roof safely, I finally breathed down and waved to them with the faint cold fireworks.

The cold fireworks in Nobita's hand is our last one, which means that if they leave the corridor, I can only use only a few fluorescent sticks to illuminate.

But of course I didn't tell them about this situation, because in this case, they will definitely worry about me.

The two looked at me on the roof worriedly and refused to leave.

I said to the two of them, "The cold fireworks are about to burn out. Let's go. It's better to complete the task early and pick me up."

The two looked at each other and looked at the cold fireworks in their hands. Then they sighed and walked slowly to the exit.

Seeing that the light gradually disappears, my heart gradually cooled down.

At the beginning, I could hear Daxiong ask Nie Chuan, "What is the principle of walking out of the maze just now? Why does it look so magical..."

Later, their voices disappeared, and there was darkness around me.

In order to save a few remaining light sources, I don't have an electric fluorescent stick.

Even so, because my night eyes can still see the situation within ten meters around. If someone wants to sneak up on me, it is not so easy.

After falling into absolute darkness, I found that there seemed to be progress in the night eye, and I could even see the fingerprints on my hand clearly.

Absolute darkness, coupled with absolute quiet, made my heart pound at first.

Thinking of those movements in the secret room, I was really a little nervous.

But later, when nothing happened around me, my mood gradually calmed down.

I sat in place for about 20 minutes, and I felt very bored. At this time, I touched the backpack and found something bulging in the side bag.

At this time, I remembered that it was the ancient book I got in the safe.

I haven't been in a hurry to read it before, but now it's a good opportunity to study this book.

And it happens that the words in this book are written by reading, so even if there is no light, I can still see those slightly glowing pictures and words with the help of night eyes.

Take the book out of the backpack and then expand the first page.

"The method of practicing qi attracts the aura of heaven and earth into the body, runs the sky, and forges all kinds of limbs and bones. Over time, it is strong, like steel. After the Spring Festival, it can fly to the sky and control the earth."

When I saw this line of commentary, I was speechless in an instant.

Because this is simply copied from modern Xiuzhen novels, which reminds me of countless fake martial arts secrets.

"Is it that I am about to embark on the road of cultivation, spend ninety-eight disasters, and finally become a true immortal?" I imitated the tone of the protagonist of a Xiuzhen novel and said such a sentence.

Then I got a layer of goosebumps all over my body.

I finally took back the goosebumps, and then I opened the second page of the book and saw a human dialysis map, which showed the appearance of a person meditation and drew all the acupuncture points in the human body from the picture.

"Well... Anyway, no one can see me now. Why don't you practice?" I said to myself in the dark.

Once again, I conquered tens of thousands of goose bumps all over my body, and I began to meditated according to the posture shown in the picture.

The picture shows that as long as I meditate carefully, I will feel the Qi and thoughts between heaven and earth, which are continuously introduced into the body from the Baihui acupuncture point above my head.

But I sat for a long time and didn't even feel half a fart.

It was not until my legs were numb that I suddenly stood up, then threw the book aside and stretched out.

"What a bullshit, it must be the bad taste of the dead old man in those years. If this kind of thing can be trusted, you can buy the secret book of Dugu Jiujian in Xinhua Bookstore." I muttered to myself.

But it was at this time that I found that my body seemed to be different from before, as if there was a faint green halo.

I fanned it with my hand and found that these gas-like things were floating around like fog.

And I also asked about the fragrance that plants only emit after the rain.

This fragrance is refreshing, and I can't help but try to take a few more breaths.

At this time, I felt a sense of comfort all over my body, and there was a feeling of crispness between my muscles and bones.

"Isn't this mother's egg, this true spirit scattered in the air really exist?" I don't believe it.

I took a few more mouthfuls of that green gas, and I decided to start meditated again as described in the book.

This time I was really shocked, because when I followed the above method to intract air, those green gases really became thicker and thicker, and no longer entered my body from my mouth and nose, but were really constantly incorporated into my brain from the top of my head.

My head seems to have been hit by a weak electric current, crisp and smooth, and my mind is very clear.

This feeling is as addictive as taking drugs, although I have never taken drugs.

I absorbed those gases like this, and unconsciously, I fell into it.

In fact, the so-called meditation is that the brain is dormant, but not asleep.

Specifically, although my whole body and brain are out of a state of rest, I still know what's going on around me.

Some modern cultivation methods, such as meditation, can also be fixed, a phenomenon that scientists have been unable to explain.

In a word, this is a very wonderful feeling.

The many mysteries and life-and-death pictures that have been bothering me have been emerging in my mind. After entering a fixed state, these troubles seem to have been forgotten, and I only feel an unprecedented comfort.

There is only one thought difference between Ding and sleeping. As a novice, Ding lasted for less than an hour, and I really fell asleep.

But it was obviously not wise to fall asleep in this position. Soon I felt my head hit the stair railing next to me and woke up.

I just woke up, and I hadn't been in a hurry to wipe off the saliva on my mouth. Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the darkness downstairs.

This sound is the sound of beating gongs and drums, as well as the whispers of the singer.

This time I heard it very clearly, and most importantly, the sound was approaching me, and it turned out to be getting closer and closer.

And I also heard countless footsteps climbing up the stairs. Obviously, many people or other things are climbing up.

What kind of team actually climbed up the stairs? There was a panic in my heart.

But now I have no way to hide, and I have no choice but to bravely welcome those things that come up.

I was thinking that two or three masked and thin monkeys appeared on the corridor not far from my feet.

Behind these monkeys, there was a very large team. They beat the gongs and drums, sang and hummed.