C85 The World of Old Objects

"I'm just missing the last one. I'm only missing the last one."

When I came out of my nausea, I was in an oddly decorated space. An old man with disheveled hair and wearing a long robe was staring in front of him. He was so excited that his entire body was trembling.

In front of us was a weirdly shaped furnace, with two large and strange furnaces.

At the center of the furnace, there was a small oval shaped hole. The mouth was sealed with a special type of transparent material. It was not modern glass, but was more transparent than glass. Dust kept hitting the transparent material, but it simply could not stick. It was as if there was no resistance or viscosity at all. When the dust was contaminated, it would fall down along the special 'mirror' surface.

From the outside, he could clearly see everything that was happening inside. The balls of flames pounced up from the bottom, and in the process, they were twisted into an exceptionally strong flame.

Through the furnace mirror, he could clearly see what was happening inside. A few terracotta soldiers were slowly taking shape in the flames. The patterns on them would appear and disappear from time to time in the flames.

Such a familiar feeling!

In that instant, I even forgot to think about how I ended up here. Instead, I was the first to be attracted by the contents of the furnace.

That's right, this object gave me a very familiar feeling at first glance, as though I had seen it somewhere. After thinking for a long time, I suddenly realized that the patterns on it, the terracotta figures, wasn't this the illusion I had painstakingly found?

Eh, that's not right. He seemed to be missing something!

I was stunned once again. After the initial familiarity, I focused my gaze on it and continued to size it up. However, I noticed something that confused me.

The number of people that were standing there didn't match the number that was standing there. Even though I couldn't remember which hole in the sky I found and how many people were standing there, I was certain that the number of people who were standing there now was different from the one I found.

What was going on?

I took my eyes off the hearth, and looked again at the old man in front of me, and at the surrounding environment, and felt that something was wrong.

Light! There were red lights everywhere, and they were leaning against the walls on both sides. Two rows of them surrounded the entire room.

However, this place still appeared very dark, as if no matter how bright the light was, it was unable to fill up this space. Even the brightest light here could only do this.

The surrounding windows, including everyone else, were all sealed with an unknown layer of thick black cloth, making it impossible for even the slightest amount of light to leak in.

The entire space was filled with an eerie feeling. After standing here for so long, I felt uncomfortable all over. My skin, hair, and the hairs on my body all creased unnaturally, as if something was constantly pricking me.

"Crack …" Bang!

Sizzle … "Crack …" Bang!

"Crack …" Bang! Creak …

It seemed to have a rhythm to it, but the notes were too simple, making people feel as if an impatient voice was being transmitted into my ear. I frowned and turned my head to look in the direction of the sound. At the back of the furnace, there was only a young man who looked young, but had skin that made him look like an old man in the evening, slightly wrinkled.

He stuck his head out and only gave me a glance before he emotionlessly continued his work. The rhythmic voice rang out once more.

From the reflection in the wall, I could see him with a shovel in his hand, a shovel and a shovel, adding huge chunks of coal to the hearth.

The three shovels were a pause, and he would close the furnace, then pause for a moment before poking his head out once more. Then he would continue, repeating the action of adding coal to the furnace, with a look of numbness as if he would never know fatigue.

The old man had long hair and was in a state of madness. He was staring unblinkingly into the stove mirror, looking at the ceramic that was gradually forming. He was mumbling something, but I couldn't make out what it was he was mumbling about.

"Don't stop! Who told you to stop!? Hurry up and add fuel to the fire! If we're late by just a little bit, we'll be finished! "

Just as the person who was trying to add fuel to the fire stopped his shovel, probably wanting to rest, the old man's irascible voice sounded. As he spoke, he unconsciously leaned his body down, his face almost touching the stove mirror. His tone became strange, urgent, and a little crazy at the same time.

The man behind the stove did not say a word. He seemed used to the old man's behavior and continued to fill the stove with more coal, but the sound from the shovel was clearly not as strong as before.

A man who should have been filled with vigor and vigor was already tired like this. Looking at the blood energy on his body that seemed to have completely dried up, how much effort did he have to turn into such a state?

I looked at the shadow that seemed as if it could break at any moment under the light of the candle. I was sighing in my heart when I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Even if he was overworked, he shouldn't have wasted his blood energy! And in that instant, I felt as if my life force was being slowly sucked out of my body.

He hurriedly lifted his hand to take a look at his arm. Under the contrast of this yellowish flame, some shallow wrinkles had spread from his fingers to his sleeve. His skin was completely relaxed, as if he had already lived most of his life and entered the twilight.

What was going on!? I couldn't help but take two steps back as the shock in my heart couldn't be hidden.

No matter who found out that they had lost several decades of their lifespan for no reason, they would not be able to remain calm. This was not some kind of danger, but an unknown fear that could spread directly to the bottom of one's heart.

"One more to go, and the last one will be finished!" demented old man was still muttering to himself. As I was retreating, he suddenly turned around and stared at me with eyes full of vigilance. "Feng Yu, what happened?"

I didn't react. Instead, I looked back and found that there were only three people in the small space. One was a crazy him, the other was a young man who was adding coal. The other was me.

At this moment, demented old man was staring at me, so he was obviously asking me a question. But why did he call me what Feng Yu?

"Ugh …" I didn't know how to respond. demented old man stared at me for a long time before saying, "There's nothing to be afraid of. "If you keep standing, there will only be one more left!"

demented old man became a little crazy again. The vigilance in his eyes disappeared and was replaced with a fanaticism that no one dared to look at him directly. That passion made me not doubt that he had the determination to destroy any obstacles for this thing.

"Mm …" "Yes …" I braced myself and agreed. The situation now was still unclear, and even the demented old man in front of me didn't know what was going on. It was simply impossible for me to answer the old man's question, so I simply snorted in response.

The old man's mind wasn't on me at all, and he didn't care about anything but the thing in the furnace. I even thought that even if someone put a knife to the old man's neck, it wouldn't stop his zeal and devotion.

For this, he was willing to sacrifice anything, even his own life.

The feeling I got was very similar to the feeling I got from so many experts, especially those who worked on the research, who spent their days and nights using the laboratory as their second home.

"Where are they!?" Why isn't he here yet!? What a bastard, we've already waited for them for almost five days, why hasn't he come back yet!? " A light sound came from the furnace. The old man anxiously stared inside for a long time before he angrily cursed. I lowered my head to think about my own matters. From start to finish, I didn't say anything.

However, just because I'm not speaking doesn't mean that he won't talk to me. After the old man had finished his anger, he shouted again, "Feng Yu!"

I didn't say anything.

He actually thought that I didn't hear it, and used an even louder voice to call, "Feng Yu!"

I felt a tremor in my ears and looked up at him, but he didn't look back. His eyes lingered in the hearth.

The person who added fuel to the fire stuck his head out again. He frowned as he looked at this crazy old man and shook his head helplessly. He then continued to let the shovel emit 'kacha' sounds from the coal. "Crack!" The sound.

I wanted to pay attention to this demented old man in front of me, but I didn't know how to address him at all.

I thought, "Don't you know that I've always been right behind you?" When he came back to his senses, he turned around and spoke softly. Could he die?

Of course, these words could not be said. While I was in a daze, I instantly went through a lot of things. If I'm not wrong, I should be in a fantasy story by now, passing through the sea of blood that was sucked out, directly sinking into the story of being protected by the sea of blood.

So I was immediately allocated to someone called Feng Yu, but I'm not sure, in this story, do I maintain my freedom of movement? It's not like we've never experienced such a scene before, it's just that sometimes, we can only rely on the body of an onlooker to feel everything intuitively, but we can't control the body of the person we use in this story.

Actually, this isn't called a body, right? It was just a story left behind, and now, I have officially become one with this story and have begun to experience it in the most direct way possible.