Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 102 Tower Top
"How is this possible!!!" Reed and the observer shouted in shock at the same time.

Edson was stunned.

Looking at the gradually growing negative numbers above, his brain seemed to be stuffed with several world-class mathematical problems and entered an extremely complex calculation state.

Is there something wrong?

The machine must be broken, right?

Otherwise, how could negative numbers appear?

He could tolerate the altitude of over a thousand meters just now, but what about this sudden negative number?

"Is there something wrong with the altimeter?" Reed expressed everyone's inner thoughts.

But the observer hesitated and strictly rejected this possibility: "Although it seems that there is a malfunction, the anomaly value and escape index on the other side are also changing synchronously.

Since his altitude turned negative, the anomaly value has dropped to over a thousand, and the dispersion index has returned to zero. "

"That means... we're safe for now." Edson was confused and didn't know whether he should be glad.

"For now, we can think of it this way. Based on the current situation, we may be able to hold out until the second batch of death row prisoners arrives," the observer replied.

Edson wiped his sweat and said, "But what did Xia Shou encounter in there?"

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At the same time, in the chat room on the Dreamland website, the gamblers were completely excited.

[Anonymous user 16534: What's going on? It suddenly dropped to zero after a few thousand meters, and now it's negative again. There must be a problem with the data transmission, right? ]

[Wasteland Cowboy: @Welcome to the grand rebellion, boss, have you ever encountered this situation? 】

【Welcome to the grand rebellion: unheard of. 】

[The top player in the bottom card: But how do we calculate this? The winner should still be the rich guy in the 200-meter race, right? After all, the highest record is 5000 meters, and the negative number is still smaller than this. ]

[Anonymous 56541: Brothers, let me tell you a very dramatic news. I have just read the rules of this gambling carefully and found that the description above is: use Xia Shou’s extreme tower climbing record as a reference.

Does this mean that if the Control Bureau considers this negative number to be Xia Shou's record, then the biggest winner of this gamble will be the [Cold-blooded Gao Jin] who bet 0 meters! 】

[Hattori Hanzo: Stop talking nonsense! This rule clearly refers to the highest record.]

[The top card in the bottom card: Isn't this the big boss who bet 200 meters and million? Why are you so excited? Did you bet all your money? ]

Seeing the other party's reply, Wu Lang was so angry that he could not speak.

Could he not be excited?

This kind of judgment will completely overturn the roles of winners and losers. Once the negative number is determined to be valid, those who have run more than 10 meters will become the biggest losers, and those who have jokingly bet on 20 meters or meters will become the final winners.

And I, who had been pressed for 200 meters, am undoubtedly the biggest loser!
He must not let this happen! Besides, this does not only involve his own interests.

As a result, a group of gamblers who had originally given up struggling regained their spirits and started to fire at the enemy camp. The popularity of the posts grew rapidly, rising like a super popular idol actress who had just debuted.

Wu Lang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was also full of fighting spirit and wanted to join in the verbal battle.

Just as he was about to go all out to defend his two million, a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Don't be lazy, it's working time now, help me pick up the car."

"Minister, wait a moment, I have something urgent to do now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the devil's chuckle came from behind him: "That's good, it's time for the Ninja Wind Team to know where their wages went."

Wu Lang snapped his notebook shut, stood up and saluted: "I'll be there right away!"

"Just drive the car to the old place." Shangguan Yan patted Wu Lang's shoulder, smiled slightly, tightened his tie, turned around and walked out of the office. ...

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Xia Shou walked all the way up in the inverted lighthouse.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a different light.

Red light!
The color of light was like blood, and the air was so full that it seemed like juice would overflow if poked. There was no need to take a deep breath, the nasal cavity was filled with the moist smell of blood.

Xia Shou pushed open the door, but what appeared in front of him was not the top floor of the lighthouse, but the exit of the lighthouse.

But outside the exit was not his original world, but a strange, yet identical world.

The sky and the earth are red.

The red sun hangs high in the sky, with vermilion rocks underfoot. In the distance, on the vast ocean, blood-red waves are surging, and the red tides are hitting the reefs, rolling up white foam dozens of meters high.

The scene before my eyes was like a painter who had reproduced the long and narrow cape in reality, perfectly one-to-one, but with a layer of red filter added.

In my ears, the sound of waves came one after another, the salty and sweet sea breeze blew on my face, and the air was moist.

Xia Shou patrolled around the lighthouse and finally saw the ceremonial plant with seven branches that Yi Lei brought in at the back of the lighthouse, on the edge of the cliff of the cape.

The tree stood upright there, with a complicated magic circle underneath. Although it could not be seen with the human eye, waves of ominous aura were emanating from the magic circle like breath.

Apparently, a ritual was going on.

Next to the tree, there is a high-back chair. The back of the chair is three meters high. You cannot see the person sitting on it from the back, but you can see the other person's hands on the armrests.

Xia Shou frowned and found that gravity had returned to normal at some point.

He slowly walked towards the ritual circle, keeping a wary eye on the person in the chair.

As he got closer, Xia Shou tried to use his skills. He found that all his skills were usable, but Alice still didn't follow him. This made his neck feel empty and he was a little uncomfortable.

"what……"

A vicissitudes of life sigh came from the direction of the chair.

"Another one. This is really rare. I didn't expect that two people would come to the top of the tower in such a short time."

"But you seem different from the last person. Did you walk up here by yourself?"

Xia Shou came to the side of the man and saw his appearance clearly.

The white hair like dead grass swayed slightly in the sea breeze. The other person's skin was as thin as paper and tightly attached to the bones. There seemed to be no flesh and blood under his skin. He sat on the chair like a living mummy, wearing an elegant and luxurious aristocratic costume and a jewel-studded headband on his forehead.

Even though he knew nothing about this place, Xia Shou knew that anyone who could sit on top of the Lighthouse of Fear and watch the sea could not be an ordinary person.

"I'm here to destroy the ongoing magic ritual. Can I destroy it?" Xia Shou asked politely.

As an uninvited guest who suddenly arrives here, if you do things without the other party's permission, unnecessary conflicts may occur.

Xia Shou's intuition told him that the man in front of him, who was as withered as a mummy, was an extremely dangerous monster.

"Please go ahead." The other party replied, as if he had no interest in his purpose.

Xia Shou walked towards the ritual formation, overturned the seven-branched tree, and messed up the formation as much as possible.

As the formation pattern was disrupted, the mysterious fluctuations that had always made him feel dangerous also disappeared.

While he was taking action, the haggard man sitting quietly on a high-back chair beside him glanced at him with his lifeless eyes. He neither said anything to stop him nor made any move to stop him, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

(End of this chapter)