So are those in the festering boat.

After returning to China, he died in the small town of Selmekron, Uvran!?!?…

Fanning had no idea what was going on.

His current thinking is almost dispersed by chaotic knowledge or cognition, and he doesn't know where to think about reasoning.

This matter completely deviated from expectations.

No, it's not just a deviation, it's just breaking away in a direction that is completely opposite to the facts!

As early as in the open-air cafe conversation with Master Luket, Fanning learned that Master "had seen Vienne occasionally in the years after 876". He felt that this was mostly due to "midsummer is a time of illusions" or due to some profound secret history split and superposition. Who knew that the real fact was so simple and crude? That was the real Vienne himself!?...

Fanning, who felt an uneasy harshness, jumped off the walkway steps of the house and strode into the rusty garden mist.

On the potholes, in the dry springs, on the twisted rockery, under the dead trees...

"Don't believe anything I say..."

"Inspiration for creating a piano sonata in a future life..."

"Inspiration for creating a Mass in the Future Life..."

"They have no problem with it, but they and another part of my mind are dissolved in each other. Maybe there are holes in my brain and spirituality. Maybe that's what makes me unbearable headaches..."

"There is a solution to the symptoms. If future generations encounter this kind of dilemma, they can respond to the emergency: try to seek more inspiration for works in the "Middle-Age style"..."

"As for where? Dangerous, chaotic, unbearable to stay, but useful, it will not be worse than death because of direct symptoms..."

"And there may be a way for me to unravel the ultimate secret of "theme of God."

"This is a kind of D-small flirting complex, right? I believe that later students will also be obsessed with using it to write symphonies."

"Later... the student? Teacher Anton's "The Ninth Symphony" is also in D minor, and I am writing "Summer Noon Dream" now..." Fanning felt that his breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

"But that doesn't represent me! Who can go out?... The person who goes out cannot represent me!

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Fanning has discovered at least more than forty bodies along the way.

Among them, there are fifteen gel membranes, and the contents that have been modified to survive are: one is to repeatedly say "Don't believe in yourself", the other is to record the "musical inspiration" brought to him by "old days", and the other seems to be recording their own experience of "treating headaches", and some emotional venting that is difficult to classify and meaningless...

Finally, Fanning arrived in front of a dark red mountain wall with rusty traces.

A dark hole.

Maybe it is the honey production channel of this garden, if the direction is good.

He tried to pray to the "Fanghui Poet" and tried it repeatedly seven or eight times, but it was useless.

The scene of the old man waiting outside the garden appeared in his mind again.

Finally, Fanning took a deep breath and waved.

"Kacha Kacha—" "Hula—"

The few dry and twisted black trees behind him were all twisted out of thin air by him, and they were crackling into a large ball of firewood.

The flame exploded in an instant, and the entire huge firewood group was controlled by Fanning and threw it into the black hole.

At the moment of illumination, Fanning held her breath.

Like a slide, facing inward and downward, the winding passage is filled with dense dark red dry corpses!

All the corpses were coiled in twists and there were outstretched arms everywhere. At first glance, there were at least more than a thousand!

If this is nothing, in the upper wall area of ​​the passage not far away, above the extended arms, a line of fonts similar to dried blood made Fanning's heart beat almost stiffly and stopped-

"The poet has long been dead, don't stay in the south!
Chapter completed!