musicians of old

Chapter 778 Arrival at the Lighthouse
As Fanning led Sheeran and Roy into the church, everything around them began to become blurry again.

After a few moments of trance, I returned to the interior of the Qiming Church in my dream.

Walter was very efficient and truly implemented Fanning's instruction that "the only requirement is to be quick". More than a hundred artists stood there waiting quietly, while the rest had all fallen out of their dreams.

"Click."

The sound of the porcelain tray rubbing gently against the stone.

Fanning walked casually to a high corridor and held up a candlestick above with both hands.

He handed it to a musician from the old symphony orchestra who was closest to him.

The musician took it subconsciously.

The candle itself was white, and the flame itself was golden, but a little further out from the flame there was a layer of deep purple, like unusual petals, or revealing starlight.

“Click.” “Click.”

Fan Ning picked up the candles one by one and handed them out to his companions one by one.

They are effortless to hold in dreams, and even with "one hand", they don't seem to slip.

Finally, he picked up two lamps and handed them to Hiran and Roy.

“Teacher, me?” Walter was the only one left with empty hands, his tone a little puzzled.

"Stay, Mr. Director." Fanning said calmly, "This world needs you."

"I" Walter was speechless.

Fanning walked farther and farther, coming to a broken window in the corner.

"Wow--"

The palm of the hand made a light pressing motion in the air, and the already broken window shattered.

A faint odor of blood plasma and internal organs suddenly filled the air, desecrating the sanctity and tranquility of the entire church.

But as the strange pink mark on Fanning's wrist flashed, another strange floral fragrance and heat came to his face, completely dispersing the unclean smell.

“Hoo! Hoo!——”

A cloud of fox lily leaves blew out from it, splashing and falling from the sky above the church.

The hot and dreamy crimson is like fireworks burning in midsummer.

Fanning looked up at them drifting away, as if thinking or recalling something, but finally looked away.

"Let's go, everyone"

Under the broken window, a pale golden staircase extended down to the mahogany floor.

"Isn't our destination the B-105 Abnormal Zone?" Roy was a little puzzled.

Fanning's eyes passed through the things outside the stained glass window, and he murmured to himself in response:

“The church is the lighthouse and the lighthouse is the church.”

The size of the stained glass window was just enough for two people to walk side by side, and people began to file in one after another.

The pace was slow, tight and silent.

It's like walking down the aisle to meet the audience, or like the prelude to some mysterious ritual of walking with candlesticks.

When the figures of the last two people disappeared into the stained glass window, the pale golden steps shattered into spots of light.

In the huge and silent church, only Walter, the former music director of the symphony orchestra, was left.

After a long time, a sigh echoed layer by layer.

There is no sense of physical exertion when marching through the procession, and the perception of time is stretched to a very vague and broad level.

The cut or chiseled passage outside the stained window extends forward in twists and turns, with many forks in the road.

The brightness of the lighting was average, but some people still marveled at the beauty of the interior of the passage. Against the backdrop of the candlesticks held up by the crowd, their texture seemed more transparent and clear, with something like pink blood surging inside, and dots of light purple fluorescence on the surface, guiding the path to go, like a beacon or track formed by the starry sky.

However, when some knowledgeable people in the team used their spiritual senses to observe, they found that it was just an illusion hidden by the candlelight.

It was not like that at all. It was a turbid barrier of tissue that resembled an unknown creature. After someone had opened a path, grayish-white mucous membranes, gelatinous dried umbilical cords, blood vessels covered with tumors, necrotic red and black deformed organs, and other things flowed all over the ground.

"I feel extremely depressed. I can't understand how he came back all the way alone." Xilan said in a low voice.

"Atmosphere?" Roy's voice came from his side.

"My mood."

“Those who stayed behind were the most depressed.”

"Ok?"

"Think, for example, of Mr. Walter."

Processions of people walking alternated with each other, and occasionally someone would chat with him or her.

Fanning remained silent throughout, leading the way.

As the temperature gradually grew colder, the hands of some people's pocket watches began to move chaotically, and even the structure of the dials, scales and wheels began to become bizarre.

After a long moment, the time entered the 31st hour.

Fanning stood on the top of a large and rugged mountain range. The sky was dim and he couldn't tell whether it was day, night or dusk.

The rest of the people behind him also came out one after another.

Already under the lighthouse.

The tide in the abnormal zone has receded almost completely, and the boundary has retreated to the last cliff; the weather is no longer extremely bad, and the heavy snow has stopped; those pixels with strange colors do not appear in front of my eyes; a certain feeling of high fever, squeezing, dizziness, and confusion of mutual penetration with surrounding things did not appear on my body; and the invisible ability is still effective.

But looking around, waves of dizziness and discomfort still hit the people who had just arrived. The texture of everything was obviously different from that in the mortal world, showing a great deal of strangeness and abnormality, even a little dirty.

Just like a pool full of moss and spores, when the water in the pool is drained and filled with colorful slurry, what remains is still the dirty and chaotic bottom mud and bacterial plaques.

Fanning once again stared at the direction of the "X coordinate".

Observing from the perspective at this moment, it has become a complete object of paradoxical oppression. It seems to be very close, but there is clearly an abyss-like cliff between it and it seems to be a tower-shaped dark red building, and it is clearly a collapsed wall that extends and fills the entire space at the end of the field of vision.

On the rugged mountain road below, in the relatively flat middle section, you can vaguely see many people.

It should be the advance team dispatched by the Special Patrol Office.

However, the number of people arranged to assemble seems to be far less than expected. At a rough glance, there are less than a thousand people.

Fanning motioned for everyone to go down.

It's still quite a distance to go down along the winding mountain road.

In terms of parallel relative distance, the secondary peak there is the point closest to the "X coordinate", and the cliff extends further into the abyss there.

The ant-like army below, and the camps and fortifications that looked like beans or building blocks, gradually enlarged in the field of vision.

At some point, someone in the team exclaimed, including Sheeran and Roy.

They noticed another "light curtain" below that seemed a little different.

Yes, the look and feel is indeed different compared to the boundary of the abnormal zone that retreats to the edge of the cliff.

The former is fuzzy, diffuse, with unclear boundaries and chaotic and bright tones, while this curtain of light rising into the sky has clear boundaries and is pure peach red.

Its area is only as big as a field. Previously, due to the distance, sky color and angle, it was visually overlapped with the "X coordinate" and the oil film at the boundary of the anomaly. Only now can we vaguely see many creations inside it. Compared with the chaos around it, it seems so unusual.

Birds, streams, beaches, coconut trees, lush bushes, berry-filled gardens
After the tide receded in the abnormal zone, the rugged mountain road was just "rugged". After the sheltered artists walked through the most dangerous section, Fanning took a step forward and began to jump and shuttle in light and shadow.

Roy also took Shilan's hand and used the spiritual knowledge of the "Gate of Coincidence". The two of them turned into light spots that exploded and gathered one after another.

At the border of the pink light curtain barrier below, there was a large group of soldiers armed with live ammunition, who seemed to be in a tense confrontation with something.

"Ms. Joan Nissimmee, the area within one kilometer of the cliff has been included in the military operation area. Please withdraw immediately!"

There was a general wearing the uniform of a Theolaine officer, shouting to the inside wave after wave.

"You haven't explained why you know my name. What's your military operation got to do with me?"

Next to a row of berry buckets in the flowerbed, the girl's light figure swung on the swing, her tone somewhat mocking.

This chapter is a catch-up for last night.