Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's the guidance of the almost omniscient and omnipotent god of machinery. Nagas, this city on the seabed, has buildings that are very similar to humans. Of course, in order to withstand the heavy pressure of tens of thousands of tons of sea water, Nagas

The Jia people used completely different materials and many spells for reinforcement. The urban layout was somewhat similar to humans, which also prevented the two of them from getting lost in it.

With the help of the Nagas' special underwater transportation supply, it took Xiao Yao and Xiao Hui a long time to arrive at the scholar's residence. As expected, this villa-like building also has characteristics very similar to humans... No, instead of

It is better to say that the Naga buildings resemble human ones, but it is better to say that later generations of humans imitated the Naga buildings.

They knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door - the door wasn't even closed, it opened automatically. Xiao Yao and Xiao Hui looked at each other and walked into the darkness behind the door together.

The huge living room is as deserted as an ancient cave. There are obviously many traces of Naga life, but it always feels like there is no life.

There are scrolls hung haphazardly on the walls, depicting wildly rotating nebulae, out-of-control monsters in the ancient wilderness, indescribable weird bodies... Some are just messy and crazy blocks of color falling together.

Not only do these scrolls have no decorative effect, they even create a haunted house-like atmosphere, filling the empty room with a crazy and desperate atmosphere.

Standing in this room, I always feel that there is a cold sight stuck to my back, giving me the illusion that my back is covered with ice. This sight is like penetrating the thick sea water at the bottom of the sea, penetrating the solidification

The space penetrates the endless endless galaxies flowing through the ages...

Xiao Yao shuddered and turned his head sharply, but as expected, he didn't see anything strange... In other words, the strange thing was simply the room itself.

"Do you feel that something is not right?" Xiao Yao tugged on Xiao Hui's wrist. He had to admit that the atmosphere in this place made him feel uncomfortable after a long time... It was like the first time he came into contact with the other side.

That way.

"Nonsense, you can even use your toes to know that this place is not good, okay?" Xiao Hui knocked on Xiao Yao's head, "You forgot that when we asked for directions, those people... Naga

, what did you tell us?"

"The haunted empty house... To be honest, if I hadn't known that we were in a false historical record, I would have thought it was the script of a ghost story..." Xiao Yao sighed, "The house near my hometown

In the city, there is a house of horror in Jiujiang..."

"You mean the boss with the sledgehammer and the friendly smile?" Xiao Hui naturally picked up on this joke, "Anyway, there's something very bad about it."

"The 'empty house' that outsiders call it clearly bears traces of Naga residence. It seems that the Naga scholar has been having a very unhappy life recently." Xiao Yao fiddled with the box of "scale cleaner" on the table.

", it was obviously just used by a certain Naga, "Yes, this is indeed not an empty house."

The scale cleaner slowly sank in the water and fell to the ground. Xiao Yao greeted the Naga who slowly swam out of the shadows in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "Hello, great scholar."

——Forgive him because he couldn't remember the scholar's extremely convoluted name. The naming method of the Naga race is really weird and difficult to a certain extent.

"Hello...Hello...Hello..." The Naga scholar was not so much replying to Xiao Yao's words as he was repeating it mechanically like a repeater.

He slowly floated in the center of the hall, where a special picture was suspended with the most luxurious silk threads. The dark-toned picture was decorated with a bright golden frame, as if the person who framed it was trying his best to express the picture.

The preciousness of painting.

Xiao Yao and Xiao Hui exchanged a look again: "Go over and have a look."

"Second."

So, the two of them walked...well, Xiao Hui was as nimble as a fish in the water, better than a real Naga, and Xiao Yao...his fish tail was almost worn out on the ground.

The Naga scholar stared at the strange picture with fascination. It was a strange symbol outlined by twisted black lines on a light gray background. Those lines... overlapped in a way that could not be clearly described.

Overlapping, overlapping with completely different degrees of distortion, gives people the illusion that those lines have broken through the two-dimensional paper surface and reached a three-dimensional or even higher-dimensional structure.

The Naga scholar used a pen to copy the words repeatedly on pieces of white paper.

Symbol, he moved his wrist almost crazily, but he couldn't draw the symbol perfectly. Every time he made a mistake in drawing, he would not hesitate to tear the white paper into pieces and scatter them aside.

Just like a complete madman.

To be precise, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Naga scholar's sanity has been destroyed by something indescribable.

"This pattern..." Xiao Yao leaned on the fish's tail to get closer to the strange picture. He held his chin and looked at it carefully, "I always feel like I have seen it somewhere before."

"Have you never seen it?" Xiao Hui asked, "At least during the time I was living in your body, I haven't seen this thing."

Strictly speaking, the bond between Xiao Hui and Xiao Yao has exceeded that of anyone in the world of Koro. Frankly speaking, knowing that such a guy lives in the spiritual space these days, Xiao Yao would not dare to read even a pornographic book.

…

"No, I did see it, but...heh, you really won't see it during that time." Xiao Yao raised his hand and tapped his temple with enlightenment. He stopped suppressing the horror surging in his body.

With the old energy, fine black lines like needle pricks spread on his eye sockets.

Blue flames danced on Xiao Yao's fingertips. This supernatural flame could burn without any hindrance even in the deep sea. The young man with dark eyes raised his hand expressionlessly, drawing one stroke at a time in front of him.

Carve that symbol——

"As long as you accept your sins calmly and pass through the black abyss, what awaits you will be eternal magic and glory." Xiao Yao said in a low voice, "This symbol... belongs to the old days and is the nameless fog that remains in me.

One of the messages in the brain.”

The Naga scholar's crazy movements came to a halt, and he stared at Xiao Yao with his bloodshot eyes. Xiao Yao continued to keep the blue flames burning, allowing the flames to continue to maintain the shape of the symbol.

"It is not the dead who sleep eternally. In the strangeness of eternity, even death itself will be annihilated." The Naga scholar's crazy voice sounded too old, as if thousands of years had accumulated, "My Lord is the one who shaped the gate.
Chapter completed!