Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the house opposite No. 15 Minsk Street, Renekton's figure carrying a birdcage was quickly sketched.

The crow Anu looked like he had returned to the safe zone, flapping his wings quickly and flew to the shelf where he usually stayed.

"You didn't even tell me the address. Are you sure I can find him, or are you sure I won't go find him?"

Renekton threw down the birdcage he was holding, leaned on the sofa and muttered to himself, and then turned his attention to Anu, the crow who had recovered:

"What did you see before? Or what did you feel?"

"I don't know either. I suddenly felt like I was being stared at by a terrifying sight. I couldn't move, and I couldn't raise the consciousness of resistance."

Recalling his previous feelings, Crow Anu couldn't help but shudder again.

Renekton nodded without being too surprised. The tobacco merchant who called himself Prak Eggers should be a high-sequence Beyonder in the path of Death.

As for why he was interested in a crow, the other party had already made it obvious.

Reminiscent of the crow Anu said when he was first promoted, he saw a huge bird. Renekton guessed that Anu's unusual bloodline refers to the phoenix.

Thinking of this, Renekton turned his head again and looked at the crow on the shelf:

"Do you still remember that huge bird you saw when you were promoted?"

"Remember, the black feathers are very big. No matter how I look, I can only see feathers."

Crow Anu nodded and described the scene he saw before.

"If you see relevant scenes in the future, remember to tell me, whether it's the scene when you were promoted or the scene you saw in your sleep and dreams."

After alerting the crow Anu, Renekton returned to the bedroom on the second floor and prepared to sleep.

In the quiet night, Renekton felt that he saw a long river with no end in sight. He was on a wooden boat, holding a lantern. There was a boatman in front of him wearing a tattered black robe. Punting ferry.

Thick gray-white fog filled every direction around, making it impossible to identify the direction or even know where you were.

The boatman standing in front gave Renekton a very familiar feeling. With curiosity constantly rising in his heart, Renekton moved the lantern closer, trying to see the boatman clearly through the dim light. .

The boatman who was punting the boat slowly turned around as if he felt something. Under the dim light of the lantern, Renekton saw the rusty paper body under the tattered black robe of coarse cloth.

The next moment, the paper man was torn apart from the inside, and eyes glowing with blue-purple light came out one after another. All the pupils looked at Renekton who was holding the lantern.

The screen suddenly shattered, and Renekton suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

The moment he saw the paper man, he couldn't help but think that it was him. Renekton even felt that he should look like that.

"It's so weird. What on earth is going on?"

Renekton muttered to himself.

Several minutes passed, and after he calmed down, Renekton began to try to interpret his dream:

"The long river with no end, as well as the boats and the boatmen on them, are they the ferrymen leading to the third sequence of the Path of Death?"

"I don't know why the gray mist reminds me of Tianzun's seal on the Western Continent."

"The weirdest one is the paper man boatman. The eyes drilled out of his body fit the image of a hermit. But why are there paper men and they are covered with rust?"

"Is this dream a foreshadowing or a revelation about my own state?"

Because the sage characteristics in his body are constantly integrating with himself, Renekton has no doubt that his dream is an alternative kind of revelation or prediction.

But I don’t have much clue about the interpretation of dreams.

"Perhaps you can find someone who is good at interpreting dreams."

Renekton murmured, and then mentally listed everyone he knew, but in the end he eliminated them one by one.

The nightmares of the Insomniac path are better at interpreting dreams, but I only know one nightmare, Leonard, who is probably still training at the headquarters of the Church of the Night, so it is inconvenient to meet him.

Disturbed by the strange dream just now, Renekton felt that he had no sleep at all. He simply got out of bed, pulled up a chair, and sat by the window.

The crimson moon showed some figures from the thick clouds, and the crimson moonlight was hazy and dim.

Renekton stared at the night outside the window and further analyzed the dream just now:

"I happened to meet Plak Eggers, a descendant of the God of Death, not long ago. He should be of a high rank, maybe a ferryman of rank three."

"So, part of my dream is pointing to him?"

"The ferryman usually also has the meaning of coordination or medium. What does it coordinate in the dream? And who is the medium between whom?"

"Me and the paper boatman?"

"The gray mist may not only correspond to certain external characteristics, but also correspond to my own confused state."

"Perhaps you can ask the Yellow Light Venitan. He is a symbol of the astrological field. He should have some insights into this kind of dream with certain revelations."

Renekton always felt that there were some omissions and inaccuracies in his interpretation of dreams. When thinking about the characteristics and corresponding symbols of dreams, he thought of the yellow light Venitan.

Thinking that the association might be a revelation given to him by spirituality, Renekton immediately took action.

Search the room to find ritual candles and various essential oils, materials, and corresponding gemstones "emeralds." After quickly arranging the ceremony, Renekton stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the candle twice. Through the friction and vibration of his own spirituality, he lit the candle.

Add a drop of essential oil to the candle flame, and the bedroom is instantly filled with the smell of licorice.

Renekton quickly stood up, took a step back, and chanted:

"The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the yellow of reason and adaptability."

The candle flickered violently, and the temperature in the bedroom dropped a little. Invisible ripples swayed from the all-knowing eye in the center of the ceremony, and even the crimson moonlight shining in from the window was blocked.

The image of a thin old man wearing lemon yellow robes and a long white beard is outlined in the herbal powder blown up by the invisible wind.

"Good evening! Respect Mr. Venetan!"

Renekton greeted the opponent skillfully.

"Good evening, Your Excellency, the Blessed One of Knowledge, why are you looking for me this time to ask?"

Huangguang Wenitan seemed to have expected it. After saying hello, he directly asked what Renekton needed to ask.

Renekton was not surprised by this. The yellow light Venetan was a symbol of the field of astrology, and prophecy was what he was best at.

After organizing the language a little, he told Huang Guangweinitan about his previous dream and some of his guesses and analysis of the dream, and asked for his opinions.

Huangguang Wenitan pondered for a moment, then said after careful consideration:

"As you might think, the dream you have has something to do with the descendant of the God of Death you met who claims to be a tobacco merchant, but it is not the main reason. This should be just an introduction."

"A hook?"

Renekton asked curiously.

"Yes."

"Your behavior of playing the gravedigger with that crow made you tainted with some aura from the realm of the dead. Later, you met the descendant of the god of death, and you were tainted with some of his aura, as well as the aura of the crow. Phoenix bloodline.”

"The combination of these conditions produces a wonderful reaction, which is just captured by your own spirituality."

"This triggered certain qualities in you, prophetic qualities, forming this rather visionary dream."

Huang Guangweinitan explained in detail the reason why he had this dream.

Renekton nodded thoughtfully. Some of his characteristics should be pointing to the characteristics of the Sage in Sequence Two.

Then he raised doubts about the ferryman:

"The scene and image of the ferryman appear in my dream. Does that mean that Mr. Plunk Eggers is a ferryman in sequence three of the Path of Death?"

"Yes."

"This scene should also have another meaning. The gray fog covering the surroundings is like a barrier, and the ferry symbolizes the medium. At the end of the gray fog, there are things closely related to you."

"In addition to symbolizing the ferryman, the boatman also has this direction. The eyes represent peeping, and the paper figure represents a substitute."

"This dream may have more meanings, but you need to analyze it yourself."

"That's my hunch about this!"

Regarding the last premonition that Yellow Light Venitan mentioned, Renekton was more inclined to think that it was a prophecy he had about this matter.

After thinking about and digesting Yellow Light Venetan's words, Renekton politely thanked the other party and ended the exchange.

After cleaning up the remnants of the ceremony, Renekton lay back on the bed and fell asleep again while there was still some time before dawn.