sbdcsierra Chapter 487: Buddha's Light Appears and Events Arise
Chapter 487: Buddha's Light Appears and Events Arise
Outside the Buddhist temple, Guan Zai'er's big watery eyes were filled with doubts.
She anxiously asked Zuo Qing'er, "Sister Qing'er, what's going on with this... this life-swapping thing? Did the person inside... succeed?"
Zuo Qing'er frowned and was about to explain.
Suddenly, it was as if the slow-motion button was pressed between heaven and earth, and a sacred and solemn golden light quickly enveloped the entire mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The light was warm and dazzling, forcing Guan Zaier, Zuo Qinger and Xiaocaoer in the distance to subconsciously close their eyes.
"Oh my god, what the hell is this? The special effects are on full blast!"
Guan Zaier couldn't help but exclaim, she felt her eyelids were burned by the golden light.
Zuo Qing'er's heart trembled. She felt a familiar and powerful aura dissipating at an alarming speed.
She turned around suddenly, staring at the tightly closed door of the Buddhist temple, her face as pale as paper.
The tightly closed door seemed to lead to an unknown abyss, making people feel deeply powerless and worried, and their hearts were cold.
"No way... Could it be... something happened?" Zuo Qing'er murmured to herself, her voice full of anxiety.
At the same time, deep in the mental hospital of the fasting center, thousands of miles away from the Buddhist temple,
A man in a loose hospital gown was squatting on the ground, talking to himself in front of a small stone.
He was muttering something, as if he was saying some ancient spell.
He was unkempt, with cloudy eyes, like a ghost in a corner forgotten by society.
Suddenly, he froze, as if under a spell. He raised his head stiffly and looked at the sky through the high window of the prison.
Those originally cloudy eyes, like antiques that had been wiped, instantly became clear and bright.
The man slowly stood up and subconsciously touched his chest. It felt empty, as if he had lost something important.
A trace of loss first appeared on his face, and then it was replaced by deep confusion.
He didn't understand why he was here and what he had lost.
On the other side, a roaring transport plane was speeding through the sky.
In the cabin, Kong Shang'er looked at Xia Mengsi who was sleeping like a dead pig next to him, and rubbed his temples with a headache.
"Is this girl the reincarnation of the god of sleep? No matter how much I call her, she won't wake up!" Kong Shang'er said helplessly.
"Hey, Captain, how about trying a knife?"
A team member suggested with a wicked smile, raised the dagger in his hand, and gestured next to Xia Mengsi's face, "Make sure she wakes up immediately!"
"Don't be silly!" Kong Shang'er glared at him, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
"If that doesn't work, use the electric shock baton. It's guaranteed to work in one hit and make her jump!"
"Captain, I think we should just use cold water. It's simple, crude, and effective!"
Another team member said excitedly, as if he had already seen Xia Mengsi being drenched like a drowned rat.
Just as the team members were arguing about how to "wake up" Xia Mengsi,
She suddenly woke up from her sleep, jumped up, and rushed straight to the suitcase next to her like a cannonball.
"Oh shit! She's back from the dead!" One team member was so scared that he dropped his popcorn. He pointed at Xia Mengsi and stuttered, "Captain, what is she doing?"
The other team members were also confused and retreated one after another, fearing that Xia Mengsi would suddenly attack and hurt others.
This girl usually looks very gentle, how come she becomes like a different person after waking up from a sleep?
Xia Mengsi moved as fast as lightning. She grabbed the suitcase and pulled it hard, but found that the zipper was stuck.
She pushed harder, her face flushed red, veins popped out on her forehead, and she kept muttering, "My baby! My baby!"
"Mengsi, what are you doing?" Kong Shang'er walked up to her and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you sleepwalking?"
Xia Mengsi's movements came to an abrupt halt, and she froze in place as if she had been acupunctured.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes were empty, as if she had lost focus. After a long while,
He collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, and the suitcase fell with a dull "bang".
"I...I seem to have had a nightmare..." Xia Mengsi's voice was weak, as if she had crawled out of hell, "In the dream...in the dream..."
She spoke intermittently, but could not explain clearly what she dreamed about. Her face became paler and paler, and her body trembled slightly.
The team members looked at each other in confusion, and the atmosphere was weird and tense.
At the same time, deep in a primitive jungle in Daxia, Wang Mianren was leading his team to carry out a top-secret mission.
"Three! Two..." The masked man stared at the huge shadow in front of him, counted down in a deep voice, and prepared to activate the time-stop skill.
His plan was to pause time first and let Tianpingming fly to the front of the shadow at the fastest speed to intercept it.
"One!" Just as Wang Mianren was about to shout "zero", his body suddenly trembled violently, and an inexplicable force made him stiff in place, unable to move.
"Captain?" Tian Ping looked at Wang Mianren doubtfully, but found that he was pale.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the hand holding the knife handle clenched and then loosened...
Wang Mianren's face suddenly changed, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, soaking his mask.
The hand holding the hilt had bulging veins and white joints.
He felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and breathing became difficult.
An unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart like a tide, drowning him.
"What's going on...this feeling..." Wang Mianren spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against his face.
He tried hard to control his trembling body, but found it was of no use.
The air around seemed to freeze, making it suffocating.
At the same time, at the headquarters of Night Watch 006 Team in Shangjing City, Shao Ping was spinning his pen idly and tapping the table.
He yawned from time to time, and his eyelids felt heavy as if a heavy weight was hanging on them.
Opposite him, Yuan Tiangang was meticulously helping him revise the documents, with a furrowed brow and a serious expression.
"If you're sleepy, just take a nap." Yuan Tiangang said without raising his head, with a barely perceptible concern in his tone.
"Ah? Oh..." Shaoping was stunned for a moment, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and responded vaguely.
He knew in his heart that Yuan Tiangang cared about him, but he didn't know how to respond.
The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward.
Shaoping suddenly realized that his reaction just now was inappropriate, and hurriedly tried to repair the brotherhood.
"Um...Brother Gang, thank you for your hard work..." He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.
"It's okay." Yuan Tiangang replied lightly, still without looking up.
Shaoping felt the atmosphere became even more awkward. He wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
He had no choice but to pick up the pen and continue turning it boredly.
Suddenly, his finger slipped and the pen fell to the ground with a "click".
The two of them looked at the fallen pen at the same time, and the atmosphere changed subtly in that instant.
Yuan Tiangang raised his head and his eyes met Shaoping's.
"I..." Shaoping was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yuan Tiangang.
"Shh..." Yuan Tiangang made a silent gesture, slowly stood up and walked towards the door, "Someone is coming..."
At the foggy border of Daxia, a flashy pink supercar was parked diagonally outside the foggy wall.
Jinianer leaned against the front of the car, kicking the stones on the roadside boredly.
The thick fog was like a huge gray wall, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, emitting an unsettling atmosphere.
Jinianr scratched his signature dreadlocks in annoyance. In this damn place, there was no signal at all. He couldn't even check his Moments!
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and turned his head sharply to look into the depths of the fog.
Those originally lazy eyes now flashed with a sharp light, as if they could penetrate the fog and reach the other side.
"What's going on? This feeling..." Jinian'er frowned slightly. An inexplicable force pulled him, making him full of curiosity.
After hesitating for a moment, Ji Nian'er slapped his thigh and said, "Who cares? Let's go and see for ourselves!"
With a clean and neat movement, he opened the car door, sat down in the driver's seat, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The pink supercar roared and rushed into the fog like an arrow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The fog rolled like a sleeping beast, slowly closing its eyes, as if to swallow up all the secrets.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the Buddhist temple was suffocatingly solemn.
Li Qiangkeng lowered his head and reported the whole story to the black-shirted figure.
His voice trembled with a hint of fear that was hard to conceal.
The figure in black listened motionless, like a sculpture.
After Li Qiangkeng finished his report, he carefully raised his eyes to observe the reaction of the black-shirted figure.
The figure in black turned around slowly, revealing a face as pale as paper.
Two lines of clear tears slid down silently, leaving two clear marks on the face.
He walked towards the gate step by step, and every step seemed to step on Li Qiangkeng's heart, making him feel suffocated.
The black-shirted figure pushed open the door and disappeared outside the Buddhist temple.
The six heroic spirits looked at each other in confusion. The atmosphere was strange and depressing.
"What... is going on?" One of the heroic spirits broke the silence, his tone full of confusion.
"He...he's crying?" Another Heroic Spirit pointed in disbelief at the direction where the black-shirted figure disappeared.
"I've never seen him lose his composure like this..." The six heroic spirits were silent for a long time, as if they were thinking about something.
"Perhaps..." A Heroic Spirit was about to speak, but was interrupted by another Heroic Spirit, "Stop talking, let's just wait and see what happens..."