mythical card maker

Chapter 98

Zhou Chuan walked in the dark tunnel.

In such an environment, even with his strengthened eyesight, he couldn't see clearly, so the only thing he could rely on was the strong flashlight in his hand.

There was the sound of ticking water all around, and there was an underground stream below the feet that was as high as the soles of your shoes.

Theoretically speaking, this place is located underground, and it is an extremely closed place, so there shouldn't be much flowing air.

But the reality is that there are swarming winds everywhere, so damp and cold that it can seep into human bones.

Such an atmosphere unconsciously reminded Zhou Chuan of the tunnel connecting reality and ruins in Daheishan.

The same darkness, the same flowing water, the same underworld, these two places give people almost the same feeling.

Or... the two are actually the same place?
"Improbable, right? The tunnel is on the outer circle of Dahei Mountain. This secret passage is in the mountain, and it's tens of miles away..."

Zhou Chuan thought about moving forward, then shook his head.

Everything can happen in the ruins, time and space are often confused, and Newton's coffin has never been covered.

This is common sense that all junior high school students know.

Not long ago, Zhou Chuan saw such a case in "Approaching Science":
It was said that there was a backpacker who liked to travel by car. He passed by a village at a time, and there happened to be a small shop by the road, so he stopped the car and prepared to buy a pack of cigarettes.

But when he came to the door, he saw two old men in white vests playing chess under the canopy of the canteen, which instantly aroused his addiction to chess.

They all say: Watching chess without talking is a real gentleman, this old man obviously doesn't have such a high level of awareness.

It's a great pleasure to be "arched" for a while and "blocked" for a while, pointing at the side.

Time passed in this minute and second. When he noticed that it was evening and drove away from the village, he heard on the car radio that he had been out of contact for 43 days. Still no news.

At this time, he picked up his mobile phone and found that it had been cut off. After finally charging it and connecting it to the Internet, he received many messages, and the notification tone of the mobile phone almost became a song.

Obviously, for others, these 43 days are real, especially for his family members, who are suffering day by day.

But for him, the so-called "43 days" was nothing more than watching a game of chess and buying a pack of cigarettes.

When the program was put here, Zhou Chuan directly called him an expert. This is simply the modern version of Rotten Keqi Yuan.

Unexpectedly, the reversal happened immediately.

It turned out that the elder brother who had suffered a huge mental shock subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket, wanting to pick up a cigarette to smoke, but unexpectedly, what he drew out was a card with an orange border!

Watching chess, buying cigarettes, disappearing for 43 days, in exchange for an orange quality card.

This luck is no worse than that of Patriarch Chongzhen.

And it is precisely the uncertainty and possibility of triggering adventures and "getting something for nothing" that makes those war card masters flock to the ruins that are full of dangers.

Closer to home, thinking from the perspective of the ruins, it is indeed possible that this secret passage is connected to that tunnel due to the disordered space.

In other words, there is a high possibility that it will be connected to the City of Death.

"Ba Ye, where do you think we should go?"

Zhou Chuan suddenly stopped and asked.

Turning his head, he saw that Bai Wuchang continued to walk in the air, while Hei Wuchang stood still in place without saying a word.

Two seconds later, Hei Wuchang silently walked in one direction.

Zhou Chuan followed behind him, maintaining this kind of tacit understanding with one person and one spirit, walking in the infinitely dark secret passage.

Bai Wuchang followed closely behind them, something seemed to flash in his eyes, but it was still a little hazy, not as clear as Hei Wuchang.

In such a world, the sensitivity of human beings to time is reduced to the minimum, and ordinary clocks and watches have also failed.

I don't know if it was a few minutes or a few hours, but Zhou Chuan finally saw the splotches of blood at the end of the secret passage under the leadership of Ba Ye.

Looking at the magnificent scene not far away, Zhou Chuan walked over slowly.

When he came to the end of the dark passage, he took a deep breath and was about to continue walking, but at this moment, Hei Wuchang put his hand on his shoulder.

Accompanied by an inexplicable fluctuation, Zhou Chuan only felt that a certain shackle that was originally tight on his body was temporarily removed, and he felt much more relaxed.

At this time, when he looked at the blurred blood light again, he was no longer surprised, but very familiar with it.

So he took a step forward, and the world in front of him instantly turned red and yellow.

The "sky" is as yellow as sand, rushing like a sea tide, but there is a river of dark red blood flowing under the feet.

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master?"

Zhou Chuanfu turned his head to look at the impermanence of black and white like a soul.

As a card maker, he was also the one who made these two reappear in the world. He could clearly feel that the state of these two had completely changed the moment he entered the ruins.

Just like when he assassinated the Black Mountain Ghost King before, Ma Siye's divinity and sublimation at that moment also appeared in Black and White Wuchang at this moment.

"Ba Ye, continue to lead the way, is it okay?"

Zhou Chuan said softly, as if it should be so.

So at the next moment, Hei Wuchang stepped forward to lead the way, leading Zhou Chuan upstream in the blood river.

The eyes of Bai Wuchang on the side moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, he followed Zhou Chuan step by step, never letting go of the mourning stick in his hand.

"This is……"

Under the leadership of Heiwuchang, Zhou Chuan quickly found a dark temple in this world that seemed to have only two colors.

It is no different from the real locust tree treacherous temple, or the Lupan Temple, just like the two reflections of a mirror.

Just as Zhou Chuan was thinking, Hei Wuchang took the lead and pushed open the temple door, pulled out more than a dozen trembling and ferocious ghosts, and wiped them all out with a wave of the ecstasy chain.

After doing all this, he just turned around and looked at Zhou Chuan, indicating that the other party can enter.

"Thank you, Father."

Zhou Chuan smiled, and then stepped into the door, still in the familiar layout.

The hall, the pillars, the small case... Only the table where the god statue was originally placed was empty at this time, as if he was encapsulating the god statue in this world, and the "mirror" was also taken away.

"Two people in one body, reality mapping?"

Zhou Chuan shook his head, a little puzzled.

But when I think of the "weeping stone statue" I encountered in the courtyard and backyard before, there was only one from the beginning to the end.

It's just that it can keep jumping between the world and the ruins, which creates a sensory illusion that the stone statues "exist" in both the world and the ruins.

It's the same when I want to come to this strange temple.

It's just that if this is the case, wouldn't Tong Qi and San Ye be outside in the rain now?

Zhou Chuan shook his head, a little dazed by his own thoughts, so he stopped thinking about it, but went to the back of the stone platform where the statue was placed, and finally found a piece of the same model and color as the previous one. The same plaque.

It's just that the word written on it is the word "check" that complements it.

"interesting."

(End of this chapter)