Chapter 1127
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Chapter 1127 Shipwreck
“This is hell, it’s normal for souls to linger here.”
Lin Qiye and his two companions didn’t hesitate much before entering one of the narrow mountain crevices.
In the sky over the wasteland behind them, countless demons flew low in circles. Some of them followed the direction Lin Qiye’s group had taken, flying over the connected valleys and spreading out to search.
After witnessing two demons fly over the crevice above their heads, Lin Qiye frowned slightly while moving sideways along the mountain face.
He hadn’t expected these demons to be so persistent. Even though they had lost track of them, they still circled the area in a sweeping pattern. Fortunately, the mountain crevices were extremely narrow, and with the uneven rock walls on both sides, it was difficult to spot Lin Qiye’s group from above.
The deep red sky cast dim light, which was almost completely blocked by the rock walls, making it nearly pitch black at the bottom of the crevice. Apart from feeling their way by touching the rock walls on either side, it was almost impossible to see the path ahead with the naked eye.
Lin Qiye led the way using his spiritual sense, with the ghost-like Jiang Er floating in mid-air, and An Qingyu bringing up the rear.
“Have you noticed that the terrain here seems to be constantly sloping downward?”
After moving silently through the darkness for a long time, An Qingyu suddenly spoke.
“That’s right,” Lin Qiye nodded in agreement. “I noticed it earlier when we were flying on the cloud. Hell’s terrain isn’t flat; it’s like a gradually descending slope… Since we entered this crevice, we’ve been going downhill the whole time. Compared to where we started, the elevation has decreased by at least several thousand meters.”
An Qingyu seemed to have thought of something. “Downward…”
“What is it?”
“Haven’t you heard the legend of hell?” An Qingyu pushed up his glasses. “It’s said that hell has nine levels, and people who committed different sins in life fall into different hells to suffer torment.”
“But the terrain here isn’t layered, is it?” Jiang Er asked in confusion.
“Mythological legends and reality do have some differences, after all, no human has ever seen hell’s true form,” Lin Qiye said. “But from our current situation, the legend isn’t completely unfounded. At least the further down we go, the colder it gets. If I’m not mistaken, we’re gradually approaching the core of hell.”
“The exit is at the deepest part of hell?”
“If a ‘miracle’ really happens, then yes.”
Jiang Er sighed, about to say something more when her expression suddenly froze. She looked up puzzledly toward the depths of hell.
“How is this possible…” she murmured.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu both looked at her. “What did you discover?”
“I… I think I can faintly sense my physical body, in the direction we’re heading.” Jiang Er’s floating form began to distort like an old television screen, and her voice coming from An Qingyu’s waist became intermittent.
“What?”
Lin Qiye was stunned. “Isn’t your body being kept on the ship? How could it be in hell?”
“I… don’t… know…” Jiang Er looked down at her constantly twisting and jumping body, her expression showing anxiety. “My magnetic field… is being… forcibly pulled… there.”
“Your [Spirit Field] can’t leave your body’s range beyond one kilometer. Heaven is essentially a person’s spiritual pure land without the concept of distance, so you can move freely there, but now we’re in hell, which is different,” An Qingyu quickly analyzed the situation, his words full of calm.
“Although we don’t know why your physical body is here, you must follow your magnetic field’s instinct. Otherwise, after leaving the brain domain, your remaining consciousness field will quickly dissipate.
After you return to your body’s vicinity, first clarify the surrounding environment, see if Zhuai Ge came in with the ship, then try to transmit information to us if conditions allow.”
“…Okay.”
Jiang Er’s form in the air grew fainter and fainter. After the last sound transmitted through the Bluetooth speaker, her form suddenly jumped, like an old TV screen that had been switched off. A flash of white light, and she instantly disappeared.
“Shhhh—”
The disconnected Bluetooth speaker emitted a low static noise, and the air in the narrow mountain crevice fell into dead silence.
An Qingyu held the Bluetooth speaker in his hand, his eyes fixed on it. His usually calm and collected face showed rare anxiety.
Lin Qiye stood beside him, also frowning as he waited for sound to come from the speaker.
After about ten seconds of static, the speaker’s sound began to fluctuate slightly. Vaguely, a female voice could be heard, but it was extremely faint and intermittent, almost completely drowned out by the noisy static.
“It’s not working,” An Qingyu’s brows furrowed as he looked around. “Something nearby is constantly interfering with the magnetic field signal. Jiang Er connected to this channel, but her voice can hardly come through.”
An Qingyu’s gaze swept over the bare rock walls on both sides, finally locking onto the ashes falling from the sky, his expression growing more troubled: “It’s this stuff…”
Lin Qiye stared at the Bluetooth speaker in An Qingyu’s hand, and after a moment of silence, reached out and lightly brushed its surface.
A pale golden light flashed briefly.
With the enhancement of the “miracle,” Jiang Er’s urgent voice briefly became clear through the speaker:
“Can you hear me? Hey? Can you hear me…”
An Qingyu’s eyes lit up. “We can hear you!”
“The exploration ship! The exploration ship is in hell!” Seeing that her voice was getting through, Jiang Er anxiously spoke at an extremely fast pace.
“I don’t know how it got in, but… but it shows signs of attack everywhere—the deck, cabin, engine, almost everything is torn apart! Now my coffin is sinking with the ship’s wreckage in the blood-colored sea, about to hit the bottom. I’ve searched every area I can move in, but there’s nothing but water and lava flowing into the water. I can’t tell where I am at all…
And Zhuai Ge is missing.”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s hearts sank simultaneously, their faces turning deathly pale.
“I found fragments of his cloak in the ship’s wreckage, and blood. He must be injured, but—BOOM!!”
Before Jiang Er could finish, a muffled explosion came through the Bluetooth speaker, followed by endless static noise echoing in the canyon-like mountain crevice.
An Qingyu frowned and looked at Lin Qiye, about to say something, when the latter immediately gestured for him to be quiet, lowering his voice to say:
“Something’s coming…”
