Don't force me to quit the group!

A row of small domestic robots seemed to be stunned for a while watching the thousand paper cranes fly out, and then started to attack with all their abilities.

However, the Thousand Paper Cranes were protected by several golden walls, which bounced off all their throwing objects, and even wiped out many robots by impact wherever they went.

"Weiwei, your golden wall is getting stronger and stronger!" Song Yizhou smiled, "But can you protect the top of my head a little bit, I have been hit by tennis balls several times..."

"Oh." He Wei could only respond briefly.

He had to concentrate all his attention to let the golden wall protect the thousand paper cranes and at the same time hold on to its feet to prevent himself from falling.

The thousand paper cranes flew fast and bumpy, but there was no way to do that, after all, its small body carried the weight of four big boys.

Fine beads of sweat had already oozed from Song Yizhou's forehead. He had to pour his energy into the paper crane to keep it flying. Pochen was still drawing with his pen, trying his best to make the runes fly. The spell covers the wings of the thousand paper cranes, making it strong enough to carry four people.

The thousand paper cranes staggered forward in the cramped gymnasium, cleared all obstacles, and finally broke through the door of the stairwell.

"Let's try to fly downwards first. It would be best if you can get out." Ye Yintang held a paper sword and pointed downwards.

Song Yizhou nodded.They still had the idea of ​​flying straight down, so the thousand paper cranes immediately began to dive down, but all kinds of debris not only filled the stairs, but also filled the empty shaft in the stairwell, and the thousand paper cranes caught He Wei's golden light I tried to bump it twice, but it was full of debris and remained motionless.

And those little robots with residual energy were already running towards them.

"Forget it," Ye Yintang said decisively, "Let's go up."

"it is good."

Song Yizhou pinched his hands and flew upwards with the thousand paper cranes.

However, the chaotic air-conditioning wind around them still brought them a lot of obstacles.

Even a lot of fragmentary little robots were blown down and fell towards them.

He Wei had to use 100% of his energy to control the golden wall to enclose the four of them tightly, especially the golden wall at the bottom of his feet. The next will definitely fall directly, and the body will be smashed to pieces.

But the more he thought about it, the more pressure He Wei put on himself, and the more time he spent concentrating on it, the more difficult it was to maintain it. Several times he could obviously feel that the golden light was getting thinner or uneven. Relying on self-control to barely suppress it.

"Don't panic," Ye Yintang's big hand gently covered He Wei's neck, "Believe in yourself."

The familiar aroma reassured him.

He Wei tilted his head subconsciously, and it landed on Ye Yintang's chest.

He could feel the other person's solid chest and surging heartbeat, so he rubbed lightly.

Ye Yintang didn't speak, but her breathing became heavier, and the movements of her hands froze immediately.

"bang"

Several housekeeping robots fell down again, and the thousand paper cranes staggered, before fully recovering their balance, rolled down again, almost hitting the top of He Wei's head. Sword art, swing away the sundries.

And Song Yizhou also stepped up the speed of chanting the mantra, so that the thousand paper cranes could flap their wings vigorously.

The pen in Pochen's hand was almost so fast that only afterimages could be seen, and the runes flowed out like water.

With the concerted efforts of several people, the Thousand Paper Crane finally regained its stability and continued to climb upwards.

however.

Before flying steadily for tens of meters, a sudden gust of wind and black air whizzed towards their paper cranes.

He Wei and Song Yizhou were the first to feel something strange.

As the two with the most sensitive physiques, they were soon affected by the strong resentment, their whole bodies became cold and their limbs became weak.

Just when Ye Yintang wanted to inquire, He Wei felt a bit weak and could hardly stand still.

And Song Yizhou is the same.

Lacking two main forces, the Thousand Paper Crane's wings drooped instantly, and after flapping limply a few times, it fell down the stairs next to it.

The four had no choice but to come down one after another, barely standing still.

He Wei took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm sorry, a sudden burst of resentment hit me just now, and I feel... not very comfortable."

Song Yizhou also nodded in agreement.

However, after they regained their composure, they realized that the resentment seemed to have disappeared.

But the thousand paper cranes had already fallen to the ground, and they had no other paper to make one.

The upward road was made more difficult by the strong wind from the air conditioner and the rain from the fire hydrant.In desperation, the four had no choice but to open the door, trying to see if there were other opportunities inside.

This is the 79th floor, which is the floor where the elevator stopped before and showed the cross.

The four looked at the nameplate next to them, and took a breath at the same time.

This floor functions as a church and a cemetery.

The resentment just now spread from this layer.

But there was no other route, so the four had no choice but to bravely walk forward slowly.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Song Yizhou frowned, "I feel like my whole body is numb..."

He Wei concentrated on feeling for a moment, then shook his head: "Now there is no more."

Song Yizhou touched his shoulder: "...strange."

Ye Yintang frowned and asked, "What kind of feeling exactly?"

"A little numb and a little painful..." Song Yizhou thought for a while, "It's like... getting an electric shock?"

"Maybe your sensitivity has noticed something strange," Ye Yintang said with concern, "Can you still act?"

Song Yizhou gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, let's go in quickly, maybe we can find out why."

"it is good."

He Wei was full of doubts: "Why don't I feel anything?"

"It may be because you have different sensitive feelings." Ye Yintang explained, "What Song Yizhou can feel are some physical abnormalities, such as humidity, heat, harsh sounds, etc. Most of the abnormalities you can feel are at the Fengshui level. While these two abnormalities often occur together, there are exceptions."

"okay."

He Wei thought about it, and unknowingly followed everyone to the door of the church.

This church doesn't look big, with white walls and black spires, it even looks very simple, except for a huge black cross hanging on the roof, there is nothing unusual.

Just as He Wei was about to open the door and go in, Ye Yintang grabbed his hand.

"Wait a minute." Ye Yintang paused, "Let's go to both sides first."

It's okay to be overly nervous in a situation like this.

So the four of them walked to the side of the church, only to find a small room in front of them with the door open, so they boldly walked in.

There are twenty or thirty tables, chairs and benches neatly arranged inside, and there is a podium and blackboard at the front.

This is clearly a classroom.

"Ordinary churches or churches may indeed undertake certain educational functions," said Berchen, "but most churches do not learn in this way... well, modern."

Indeed, the tables, chairs and benches here are all simple and elegant white, and each one is connected with a thick wire and connected to the podium, which obviously has some technological design.

And the walls around the classroom are not ordinary walls, but something like tweed cloth. Ye Yintang walked closer to check for a while before confirming the function: "This is a kind of curtain."

It seems to be able to play something.

But it is understandable that one wall is used as a playback device, and all four walls can play...

He Wei gestured the height of the tables, chairs and benches, and felt that the students who could accommodate them should not be more than ten years old. Thinking about their class in this environment, he couldn't help but feel very weird.

Even stranger, however, is the ceiling.

Before He Wei raised his head, he had envisioned a series of abnormal designs - reliefs, murals, chandeliers, etc., but he still didn't expect to meet his eyes.

The ceiling here is a mirror.

An uneven mirror.

He Wei couldn't laugh when he saw himself deformed by the big head, like a devil.

"Hey... Weiwei, try sitting on the seat!" Song Yizhou sat down and looked up again, "It seems different."

He Wei obediently obeyed with full of doubts, and after awkwardly stuffing himself in, he raised his head and found that he looked normal again.

"So... these tables, chairs and benches are all fixed," He Wei tried to analyze, "It's only normal to sit in the seat and look up at yourself?"

Ye Yintang nodded: "It seems so."

"Hiss..." He Wei shook his head, unable to understand the use of such a design.

The four of them looked around again, and felt that there was not much to see in this classroom except for some scattered plush toys on the floor, so they pushed open the back door and walked out.

After passing through a long corridor of more than ten meters, they pushed open a heavy door and came to the cemetery.

Although the word cemetery is written on the door, it is obviously not a real burial cemetery, but a square stone box behind each electronic screen.

"This stone box is probably used to store ashes or souvenirs," Pochen knelt down and inspected it carefully for a moment, "then this electronic screen is actually a 'tombstone'."

"Ah."

He Wei counted the number, and with such a land-saving design, it is possible to accommodate thousands of people here.

"It's really well organized, as expected of Yanshan Huan's old business," Song Yizhou looked at the few tombstones that were glowing, "Well, someone has already moved in...Let me take a look, eh? Why are they all foreigners? ?”

The three of them looked around and saw only a dozen electronic tombstones that were lit.

"It's normal," Pochen said indifferently. "After all, it's the cemetery behind the church. There may be more people who believe in it."

"Well, there are also a few Chinese."

He Wei wondered: "Why did they check in early?"

Ye Yintang took a closer look: "Everyone's name starts with Dr., that is, doctor."

"These people in China are no exception." Pochen added.

"Then how could this be..."

Before Song Yizhou finished speaking, he suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground.

He Wei hurried over: "Why..."

He also felt a burst of abnormality.

It was like an electric shock.

Ye Yintang came to a sudden: "The electromagnetic field here... is several times stronger than outside."

"good."

A cold voice came from the depths of the cemetery.

then.

The four of them saw countless ghosts glowing with blue light crawling out of the electronic tombstone.