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Chapter 394: Revised - 363 Nesting

Chapter 394: Revised: Chapter 363 Nesting

"..."

Gray Rain stared blankly at the spot where Li Cheng had disappeared, the CPU on her head crackling and sparking as a hair accessory, emitting electric light, the liquid metal fluctuating and gradually unable to maintain human form,

Boom!

Her head burst open, turning into a mass of undefined liquid metal with blood-red mouths and thousands of eyes and hands.

Kill! Kill everyone on the island!

Cut, beat, strangle, choke, drown, burn, drain blood, skin alive...

The shapeless substance expanded in place, then expanded again, almost reaching as high as the beams. The toppled shelves fell like dominoes.

But eventually, she regained her sanity.

Returning to human form, with a tense face, she picked up the scale from the ground, activated the [Subtle Spirit Raid] skill and floated out of the rooftop skylight before the guards outside broke the door.

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When he opened his eyes again, Li Cheng was already standing in a seven-meter square stone room.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of some kind of gray hard material with no cutting or joining marks.

In the corner of the stone room, there was a Luminous Pearl, with a faint but stable glow, providing some illumination.

Besides Li Cheng, Sikong Lan from the Jinyi Guard, and Zhang Fulu from Dragon Tiger Mountain were also drawn into the stone room.

Sikong Lan shook his head to wake himself up, and as soon as he saw the other two, he immediately jumped back cautiously, pressing his back against the wall, and shouted, "How did I end up here?!"

"The Tu Family’s... secret dimension."

Zhang Fulu obviously knew more, and went to the wall to carefully touch it.

The material of the stone room was as hard as steel; punching it produced a dull thump without revealing its exact thickness.

Trapped in the stone room, veins bulged on Sikong Lan’s forehead as he clenched his fists, "Bullshit secret dimension! I’m asking where this place is?!"

"Sikong brother, calm down,"

Zhang Fulu turned around and said calmly, "Mr. Li is much calmer than both of us."

At this moment, Li Cheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the prophecy painting in his left hand while flipping his right hand to bring out some drawings from the [Suicide Notebook].

Zhang Fulu’s prophecy painting and the drawings from the [Suicide Notebook] were similar in format, but differed greatly in paper material, drawing tools, and styles, obviously not of the same kind.

In the prophecy provided by the [Suicide Notebook], Li Cheng, Sikong Lan, and Zhang Fulu appeared serious, holding weapons, and walking through a dark tunnel.

They didn’t look like enemies, but rather temporary teammates striving to survive together.

These drawings depicted potential future death scenes predicted by Li Cheng before landing on the island.

It was because of these drawings that Li Cheng didn’t immediately consider Zhang Fulu and Sikong Lan as enemies and kill them, but instead had Gray Rain leave with the scale and act accordingly.

The depicted future might not necessarily happen, but it had a much higher probability than other scenarios.

"Daoist Zhang, explain, please."

Li Cheng put away the [Suicide Notebook] and shook the prophecy painting, "What is the secret of the Tu Family, who gave you the prophecy painting, and where is this place?"

"... Half a month ago, the village at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain had frequent livestock disappearances, and someone claimed to have seen deformed demons at night."

Zhang Fulu said, "Such situations usually involve ferocious beasts or centennial elixirs that have grown into forms. My master took me down the mountain and walked around the villagers’ livestock shed, discovering many salt grains, looking surprised,

dismissing me and entering the forest alone, conversing with a towering figure wearing a raincoat.

When he returned, his expression was peculiar, holding a letter, and went back up the mountain that night to hand the letter to the Heavenly Master, my grandmaster.

That night, the Heavenly Master called me over, handed me this painting and a copper plate invitation, instructing me to hurry down the mountain to Huangjiang Prefecture’s wharf for a birthday banquet, and in the Tu Family warehouse, find the so-called Divine Shedding that concerns the future blessings of millions of Great Ming citizens."

"Divine Shedding?" Sikong Lan’s expression changed slightly.

One big rule in the Jinyi Guard is to avoid inquiring about things that shouldn’t be asked.

For example, don’t inquire "Why are our Great Ming emperors always water-soluble?"

Or "Did the Grand Ancestor Emperor sell any goods while begging as a beggar back then?"

Such extremely risky, family-exterminating questions.

However, Sikong Lan had seen the term Divine Shedding in the Jinyi Guard’s archives.

"Falling from the sky, emerging from the earth, or floating from the water, inexplicable things to mankind are called Divine Shedding..."

Sikong Lan’s face turned grim, "During the Yuanyou’re period in the previous dynasty, a meteorite fell in Sichuan as large as a bucket, resembling an eyeball, driving all witnesses mad.

In the Chenghua Period, a farmer in Southern Zhili picked up Tai Sui by the water and brought it home to slice and eat, the next day his entire family turned into black water and seeped underground. Afterwards, deformed children with multiple heads and hands but no brains often appeared in the village, speaking human language, living up to five years before dying."

"Exactly."

Zhang Fulu nodded, and glanced around, "This secret dimension seems to be inside the Divine Shedding. Where there is an entrance, there is an exit; the urgent matter is to find a way out first."

With that, he continued to search the stone room meticulously, trying to find a hidden door.

Sikong Lan’s facial muscles twitched slightly; he instinctively suspected Zhang Fulu was lying or hiding something. But since he couldn’t overpower Zhang Fulu,

he could only turn to Li Cheng and whisper, "Mr. Li, aren’t you worried about your maid?"

"Actually, I’m more worried about the other people on the island."

Despite Gray Rain being glued to her phone all day, speaking in an abstract, second-dimensional manner,

at her core, she remained a bloodthirsty war machine, a nano-robot designed for slaughter.

If Li Cheng inexplicably disappeared, he couldn’t imagine what Gray Rain might do.

Li Cheng shrugged and joined the search.

Zhang Fulu referred to the stone room as a secret dimension, and according to gamers, this should be a pocket space, a sub-dimension anchored by space.

The teleportation skill [Demon Exchange] couldn’t be used, [Three-dimensional Warehouse] couldn’t be accessed, and the [Vast Sea Soul-locking Bell] wasn’t triggered, proving that what they saw wasn’t an illusion.

Under the faint light from the Luminous Pearl, the three cautiously searched the stone room but found no hidden door.

However, in the corner of the room, they found a half-meter square bronze box, locked.

Such locks naturally couldn’t stop them; Sikong Lan took out a thin iron wire and quickly pried open the lock. Inside, they found a square stone box.

There were cutting marks in the center of the stone box’s top, suggesting a hidden door, with a stone handle attached.

The trio exchanged glances, then covered their mouths and noses with clothes to guard against poison. Zhang Fulu cautiously lifted the handle with the tip of a short sword.

Click.

The hidden door on the stone box’s top opened, and their pupils shrank in unison, feeling a chill rush over them.

Inside the box was a miniature scene of the stone room, with three tiny standing figures watching an even smaller stone box.

Li Cheng suddenly looked up, and the stone room’s top opened a hidden door, revealing the giant-like, pale-faced Zhang Fulu and Sikong Lan looking down.

Spatial nesting.