Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2737

: How could it be him?

“What’s wrong?” The guests were all startled.

“There was thick fog all along the way, and now our spiritual senses and the instruments on board have all failed. We can’t find the way back.” Yani frowned.

“Just go back the same way. We’ve been heading this way, so we’ll just go the other way.” A guest objected.

“The environment here is very strange. We thought we were going in one direction, but we weren’t actually going in a straight line. I just realized this.” Yani shook her head slightly.

“Everyone on board is a good person. Can’t you sense that we’ve deviated from the direction? Let me try.” The guest was obviously unconvinced and flew out from the bow. After flying about a hundred meters, he was worried that it would be dangerous if he was out of sight, so he quickly flew back.

“Well, I was flying in a straight line just now, wasn’t I?”

Everyone on the boat looked puzzled. “Are you sure you were flying in a straight line?”

“Of course!” the guest said proudly. “It’s such a short distance, how could I not even tell if it was a straight line?”

At this point, his expression suddenly changed. “Was I flying in a straight line just now?”

Everyone shook their heads. “You were swerving left, then right, and then in circles.”

“How is that possible?” The man lost his voice, his entire body filled with doubt. Did he even lack the ability to judge?

Another guest, worried that he and Yani were colluding to deceive everyone, believing that only those who could come to the dreamland were smart, decided to verify it himself and flew out as well.

After returning, he looked directly at Isabella. “Respected Miss Isabella, was I flying in a straight line just now?”

He didn’t trust anyone else, but the eldest daughter of the Arcadia family would never be bribed to help deceive others.

Isabella shook her head slightly. “You’re just like the guy just now. You flew crookedly, but your trajectory is still different. You circled a few more times, and your direction is also different.”

Hearing her say this, many people on the ship paled. It’s over. Two people so close to each other flew different routes, proving that the rules around here are constantly changing randomly. It’s impossible for anyone to summarize a pattern.

Alfred spoke up, “Something or some powerful force must have affected the basic laws here, causing this problem.”

“Could it be the God of Death? We just ran into the former Death Messenger outside.” “

How is that possible? The God of Death has been missing for countless years, and no one has found any trace of him. How could we have run into him by such a coincidence?”

“Yes, there’s no death energy around here at all.”

…

There was another reason that no one mentioned. If it really was related to the God of Death, how could they have not discovered the Dreamland after all these years if it was so close and so powerful?

“So what should we do next? Are we just going to wander around aimlessly like this?” someone’s voice trembled. Everyone knew that turning back would likely lead them further from the path they came from, but continuing forward would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

“Actually, if we just need to determine the direction, I do have a way.” Isabella said as she fished out a clear glass fish tank from her bag. Inside, a strange little fish swam restlessly among the water plants. “It’s an east-facing fish. No matter how complex the environment, it always faces east.”

“As expected of Miss Isabella, you have so many treasures.”

“I’ve heard legends about this fish. There are many secret mazes and secret places that are as difficult as the Jedi. If you have this thing, the difficulty of finding them would be greatly reduced.”

“Great! With this fish, we can get back.”

…

Zuan was even more shocked by the fact that she could actually pull a living thing out of her bag?

After all, space artifacts can only hold inanimate objects. Could this bag be a cave?

The others stared at the fish excitedly, hoping it would point them in the right direction.

But after watching for a long time, they realized the fish was swimming around in circles, unable to determine its direction.

Perhaps the pressure of so many people watching it caused it to lie flat on its back and stop swimming.

Seeing this, everyone said, “…”

Isabella’s face flushed. Just now, everyone praised her for her hard work, but now she felt so embarrassed.

“What’s going on? This fish has never had any problems heading east before.”

Seeing her embarrassment and on the verge of tears, Zuan comforted her, “I guess the fog here isn’t just a maze, but a distortion of some law that renders direction meaningless. Naturally, it can no longer determine which way is east.”

The others echoed this, and Isabella couldn’t help but look at Zuan with gratitude.

Alfred then spoke, “Even the Chaodong Fish is ineffective. It seems the object distorting this place’s location is of too high a rank. Is there anything else we can do? We need to pool our wisdom and stop hiding it.”

The guests were now open about their secrets. Someone cast beans into existence, and paper figures flew in all directions. Soon, a holographic map appeared in mid-air, clearly no ordinary artifacts.

Their joy was short-lived when the map suddenly flickered and vanished completely. The guest pounded his chest in frustration, “My paper figures!”

None of the figures had returned.

Another guest sneered inwardly. Clearly, the surroundings were problematic, yet they dared to let the magic weapon fly. Foolish!

He pulled out an eight-trigram compass and twisted it. The entire compass spun rapidly, its creaking sound quite mysterious.

The symbols on the compass twisted and converged in mid-air, forming a single word.

The man felt a surge of joy, but the next moment, the symbols distorted into a blur. He cried out, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the compass.

His face was as pale as gold paper, clearly traumatized.

“Leave it to me,” sneered an elderly woman in wizard robes nearby. She formed seals with her hands and muttered to herself in an incomprehensible language.

“Seems to be from the mystical side.”

“She seems to be performing a sacrifice. Wait, what’s her offering?”

The well-informed guests’ expressions changed, wondering if they were being used as sacrifices.

They soon learned the truth. The elderly woman stretched out her hand and twisted it, tearing the arm off. Then, as if possessed by an unseen entity, the arm quickly withered, its vital energy vanishing.

A crack appeared in the sky, as if a mysterious being were about to descend.

A blood-red eye peeked out from the crack, its inexplicable pressure causing the hairs on the ship to stand on end.

At that moment, the eye seemed to have seen something terrifying and quickly withdrew from the crack, leaving behind a message in a language no one could understand.

The old woman was stunned and shouted, “Why did you accept my sacrifice and not do anything…”

Unfortunately, the other party ignored her. The spatial crack had completely disappeared. The old woman had lost an arm and a lot of blood in vain, and she was so angry that she fainted.

“What’s going on?” Everyone was confused. Why did it retreat halfway? Was the sacrifice not enough?

Zuan’s expression was solemn, because he understood the words that the being said before leaving: “Damn it, how could it be…”