Chapter 17: The Strange Darkness

After eating, Meng Fan took out his mobile phone to look at the time. It has been two hours since he went deep into the headquarters of the underground film group. Most of these times were delayed in walking, and it didn't take much time to really fight.

With three ghosts on the first and second floors, Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai solved a total of 29 ghosts. Meng Fan is very puzzled about the ability of the four series of ghosts. If he doesn't know the inside story, he will definitely regard their ability as a kind of power.

However, it is very obvious that their ability is not a newly emerging power, but like the four ancient martial arts in China, which has been passed down for a long time.

The illusion of the fog shadow, the speed of the disease shadow, the defense of the earth shadow, and the attack of the fire shadow are all called weird. As for how these skills are issued, Meng Fan can't figure out at all.

Maybe it is similar to the hegemony of a big country, Meng Fan can only guess like this.

After 15 minutes, after the two rests, their physical strength and spirit were almost restored. Qian Sanhai became excited again. He stood up and put the long knife on his shoulder, looking eager to try.

Captain. Li He said that the last floor is just a large room of hundreds of square meters, and there is no maze. So, is the leader of the film team there? The big country should also be there. I haven't seen a big country yet. I'm really looking forward to it. Haha, captain, do you think the leader here will be a very powerful guy? This is really exciting..."

Meng Fan looked at Qian Sanhai's appearance, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

The four ghosts on the eleventh floor, one in each of the four series, cooperated very cleverly, causing a little trouble for Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai. Therefore, at this time, Qian Sanhai is no longer bloodless. Most of his left body is stained red with blood, and his right hand is swinging Yin Sensen's long knife, which looks like a bloody demon king.

Fortunately, with the cooperation of Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai, neither of them was injured, but just consumed some physical strength. After this rest and eating, their physical strength also recovered.

"It's time to go down to the last floor." Meng Fan also stood up and said firmly to Qian Sanhai.

"Good!" Qian Sanhai looked back at the fragmented bodies again and walked beside Meng Fan with a knife.

"Qian Sanhai." Meng Fan said as he walked, "I have a feeling that the next floor will not be so simple. You must be careful and follow me for the time being. Don't act rashly."

Qian Sanhai nodded and looked a little disapproving.

Meng Fan had no choice. The previous eleventh floor went too smoothly. Such a warning was obviously futile for Qian Sanhai.

After two minutes, the two came to the stairs leading to the last floor. They saw that the stairs of the last floor were very different from other stairs. The stairs were flat, dark red metal color, no longer green bricks, and the wall was white and smooth, which seemed to be inlaid with some kind of jade. At the entrance of the stairs, there is a dark red beast statue on the left and right sides. The eagle snake body, the scales are born against the snake body, the snake's abdomen has four claws, and the claws are knife-shaped. Under the dim yellow dots, it looks extremely gloomy and strange.

"What is this?" Qian Sanhai widened his eyes and looked very interested.

"It should be some kind of totem." Meng Fan glanced and said, "There are some strict religions and organizations that like to worship some strange things as gods. This may be the god in the eyes of Japanese ninjas."

"I thought the god they worshipped would be the kind of bare woman, but I didn't expect it to be this bird." Qian Sanhai muttered, "This is also far from Japan's international image."

Meng Fan shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "That's what I think."

What kind of culture will give birth to what kind of god? My Chinese civilization five years ago stood in the world without falling down. The majestic dragon totem bred represents an indomitable spirit and is also a portrayal of the unyielding spirit of the working people in China for thousands of years.

In Japan, a country world famous for its ** culture, the god bred by their spirit should have been the kind of woman who did obscene acts bare, but she didn't expect it to be this thing, which was indeed much beyond Meng Fan's expectations.

However, it is not the time to talk about this. The most important thing is to save the big country. Meng Fan firmly believes that the big country must be on the 12th underground floor, and the boy must be living well.

"Let's go, don't think about this problem." Meng Fan said hello and walked down.

Qian Sanhai was stunned and quickly followed and said, "I don't know if that thing is valuable. I'll come back and take it away. Maybe it's still a cultural relic."

"Damn, are you still a part-time tomb robber?" Meng Fan grinned, "There are one hundred and eighty bodies here. Let's treat them as funeral objects."

"Hey." Qian Sanhai laughed with embarrassment, "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe the mayor of Tokyo never dreamed that there would be a large cemetery under their office building. It's really cool to think about it.

Meng Fan stopped talking, because every step down, his mood was obviously heavier and his footsteps became heavier.

"There's something wrong!" Meng Fan suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to gently scratch in the air, "Has the air become thicker or am I slowing down?"

Yes, such a heavy feeling is constantly coming from around and from all directions. Meng Fan felt as if he was walking into the quagmire step by step and gradually trapped in it.

"Is something wrong?" Qian Sanhai moved slightly and immediately said in surprise, "Indeed, I have also slowed down. Captain, what's going on?

Meng Fan frowned and had no defense against this sudden change. Of course, if he didn't know the reason, he couldn't think of any solution.

"Let's take a look!" Up to now, we can only respond to changes. Meng Fan slowed down his pace and stopped to carefully feel the changes in the surrounding air.

Gradually, the air around him became thicker and thicker. Meng Fan felt that he seemed to be swimming in the water with great resistance. Every time he took a step, it took a lot of effort.

But fortunately, the entrance of the twelve floors can be seen, less than ten meters away, and this entrance seems to go straight into the darkness, which makes people shudder.

"Qian Sanhai, I feel that the power that makes the air sticky is below. You must be extra careful for a while, which may be very tricky." Meng Fan whispered to Qian Sanhai.

No one responded.

"Qian Sanhai?" Meng Fan suddenly turned his head and was empty. Qian Sanhai, who was still beside him, disappeared without a trace.

How is that possible? Just ten seconds ago, Qian Sanhai was still by his side. How could he suddenly disappear? What happened? Meng Fan tried his best to calm down and tried to recall the bits and pieces just now. Unfortunately, he had no clue.

"Qian Sanhai." Meng Fan tried to say hello in a low voice.

"Qian Sanhai."

......

Answering Meng Fan, there are only echoes that are constantly echoing.

By the way, Qian Sanhai has a knife on his body, and he will definitely find him through this! Thinking of this, Meng Fan immediately concentrated all his attention, spread his consciousness, and carefully felt the existence of the long knife around him.

It's a pity that the surroundings are empty, not to mention Qian Sanhai's carved dragon long knives, even the hundreds of dead ninjas that have been suspended behind them can't be felt.

Meng Fan suddenly turned around. Sure enough, his back was empty, and all the Japanese knives disappeared. Except for a ladder, there was nothing else.

At this time, the oil lamps on the walls on both sides of the stairs went out regularly, and the darkness gradually came closer to Meng Fan.

No wind self-destruct, as if the shining firelight suddenly disappeared and went to another space.

In just a minute, all the oil lamp lights disappeared, and Meng Fan was instantly shrouded in endless darkness.

What happened? Meng Fan clung to the wall, pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movements around him. At the same time, he clenched his fists and was ready to rise up at any time.

Panic?

Afraid?

That's not my quality. Even if I am in the boundless darkness, there will be no fear and fear in my heart!

Because I was originally the devil in the night!

Meng Fan's teeth were bitten to death, and his consciousness spread. Meng Fan believes that if a ninja appears around him with a long knife, he can find it as soon as possible.

This is ability, an existence that transcends physical rules.

The surroundings are still dark, peaceful and terrible, without a sound, as if everything in heaven and earth has fallen into a deep sleep.

Only Meng Fan is sober, and this kind of sobriety seems to be a kind of suffering. In this terrible quiet world, his body and mind are under extremely severe tests.

What the hell happened?

Qian Sanhai disappeared, and hundreds of Japanese long knives as weapons behind him disappeared, all of which happened in just ten seconds.

It was dark around, and Meng Fan simply closed his eyes and recalled carefully.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Meng Fan's heart, and a question suddenly abruptly abruptly.

Yes, the surroundings are full of quiet darkness, but this quietness is too weird and terrible. Meng Fan always feels that there is something missing.

It seems that the world should not be so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing.

Yes, it's the sound of breathing! Meng Fan suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled hard.

There is still no sound! You should know that the quieter the environment, the more obvious the sound of breathing, and even when the surroundings are extremely quiet, a person can clearly hear his heartbeat.

However, Meng Fan can not only hear his heartbeat, but also can't feel his breathing.

Meng Fan didn't believe it and breathed hard again.

The air around seems to be getting thicker and thicker, and it is very difficult to breathe, but no matter how hard Meng Fan breathes, he can't hear his breathing sound.

At present, everything Meng Fan has experienced has deviated from common sense - the air has become sticky, Qian Sanhai and hundreds of flying knives have all disappeared strangely, and he can't hear his breathing under extremely quiet conditions.

Why is this so? Meng Fan fell into deep thinking and tried to find a reason to explain all the phenomena he had experienced.

Suddenly, an idea jumped into Meng Fan's mind, and Meng Fan trembled all over.

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