Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Backlund, inside a red three-story house in Jowood District.

Forsi lay lazily on the lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace nearby. To her right was a small round table with a round-bellied pen, a few blank pieces of letter paper, and a cup of dark red wine. wine.

In the living room nearby, the door creaked suddenly, followed by the sound of hard boots stepping on the wooden floor, and the slamming of the door closing.

There was a rustling sound of people changing shoes and clothes for a while, and the sound of somewhat relaxed footsteps quickly approached the direction of the fireplace in the fireplace restaurant.

Xio, who was just over 1.5 meters tall and had baby fat cheeks, quickly walked to the fireplace.

Her eyes lingered on the small round table to Forsi's right for a moment, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and then she said:

"Forsi, didn't you say that you have had a lot of inspiration recently? It's been a long time and you haven't written a single word yet?"

"Well, the inspiration won't run away suddenly. I'll write it again later."

Forsi was stunned for a moment, then explained with an awkward chuckle.

"You said the same thing yesterday." Xio reminded him helplessly.

"It's all because the fireplace is too warm."

Before Forsi finished speaking, her inspiration was suddenly touched. She turned her head and looked at the silver mirror held in Xio's hand.

"What is this?" she asked with some confusion.

"In the commission I received before, a few young masters and ladies who loved mysticism performed random rituals and provoked an undead spirit. This is a leftover item from that ritual. I saw that it looked somewhat spiritual, so I took it back."

Xio explained briefly. She also noticed the spiritual fluctuations that appeared on the mirror just now, and hesitated whether to throw it away now.

The silver mirror reflected the blurry firelight of the fireplace, and the dancing red in the mirror was twisted into Rune words, constantly floating:

"I am a poor ghost. I was betrayed by my husband, suspected by my children, and rejected by my relatives. I committed suicide because I couldn't stand this kind of life."

"No one grieved for me, and no one shed tears for me. I didn't even have a decent funeral. I suddenly regretted that I had never lived a good life for myself."

"The kindhearted person who got this mirror, can you give me a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound. I will turn into a night vanilla and pray for you in the sea of ​​flowers in the dark heaven."

Forsi didn't know what kind of expression she should use to face the words on the mirror. She looked at Xio in confusion and said:

"This? Throw it away? Or..."

Xio frowned and said with confusion in his brows:

"I have not sensed the aura or influence related to evil, chaos, or madness. If it is the shadow of an innocent soul, it is impossible for me not to feel it."

"What if it's a harmless ghost?"

Forsi said in deep thought. She didn't know why, but she felt vaguely that there was really a poor ghost in this mirror, and she couldn't help but want to sympathize with him.

"I don't know that either."

Xio was stunned for a moment. She suppressed the faint sympathy rising in her heart and said rationally:

"But do you really believe what it says? Even if what it says is true, after a person who has had such an experience commits suicide, will her remaining spirit really be harmless?"

Forsi had automatically regarded the thing in the mirror as the ghost of a poor lady in her mind. She inevitably had some empathy for the other party and said in a hesitant voice:

"But she only wants a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound?"

"Amount of gold pounds? Why does a ghost want gold pounds? Is this some new type of fraud?"

Forsi was suddenly stunned. As a novel writer who was not wealthy, the mention of gold pounds made her regain some of her thoughts.

Xio shook his head and said:

"I don't know. If it's a fraud, it shouldn't be just a gold pound. Of course, we can't rule out that someone is deliberately using special magical items to make money."

"Perhaps she was just too poor during her lifetime, so she developed this obsession after her death."

Forsi nodded slightly and fell into her own mind again. She had already imagined the image of a middle-aged woman who was tortured by life.

Xio was stunned for a moment, looked at Forsi in disbelief and said:

"You don't really believe her, do you?"

"I feel like I need to take this mirror to the church and have the pastor cleanse it."

"The pastor of the church will purify you together, or imprison you underground in the church, where you will never see the light of day."

Forsi sat up from the recliner and reminded Xio angrily.

"Of course I won't take it myself. Don't you have the means to interfere with divination and spiritual intuition now? Just find someone you don't know to do it."

Xio explained his plan.

"But what if what she said is true?" Forsi said still hesitantly.

"Why don't you do a divination first?" Xio reminded.

Only then did Forsi realize something. She laughed dryly and said:

"I just wanted to discuss it with you."

As she spoke, she got up and went to her room to take out a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist, and began to divine the silver mirror where writing suddenly appeared.

After a moment, the bright stars that appeared in her eyes disappeared, and the light in the crystal ball on the table also quickly disappeared.

She turned her head to look at Xio, who had been watching her, and nodded gently:

"I divined no ill will towards us, and saw no danger."

Xio was silent for a while, seemingly troubled.

Forsi hesitated for a moment and then suggested:

"How about we give her a bouquet of flowers? It's just an ordinary bouquet of flowers. Even if something goes wrong, it won't have any impact on us."

Xio and Forsi looked at each other, then turned to look at the silver mirror that he had placed on the small round table aside, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

West Balam, Pass Valley.

Renekton and Crow Anu walked upstream along the river in the middle of the Pas Valley. His figure blurred from time to time, and then became clear again. He had teleported a long distance ahead.

Anu, the crow hovering in the sky, flapped its wings vigorously. While looking at the river below, it accelerated its flight speed.

When Renekton's figure disappeared and reappeared again, it waved its wings twice and landed directly on Renekton's shoulder:

"Boss, why do we need to explore up the river?"

"If those dolls all walk into this river, then the river water here will be contaminated with something."

While he was speaking, there were little rays of light in his eyes, as if they contained a galaxy. Under the vision of the Secret Eyes, everything around him was clearly visible.

The crow Anu's eyes are deep and dark, like the eyes of the dead. From time to time, it will look at the river surface.

"There is nothing special about this river except for various dead spirits and natural spirits."

The crow Anu muttered something quietly, then flapped his wings and flew into the air again.

Renekton's figure suddenly blurred, then became clear again. He was already two hundred meters away.

He looked into the distance leisurely and whispered in a confused voice:

"People here have no awareness of caring for the environment. The river has been affected by the surrounding plantations and factories, and a lot of toxins and garbage have accumulated."

"But these are all within the normal range, and the creatures in the river do not have any tendency to mutate. Why does the ancient alchemist keep controlling the dolls to sink into the river?"

"Perhaps the people in the Church of the Earth can guess that no one knows the cultivator path better than them."

While he was talking to himself, his figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a human figure made of stars. As he took steps, starlight surged into the sky, carrying the figure of Anu, the crow, towards the upper reaches of the Pas Valley. go.