Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The floor in the house has been weathered for too long, and there is a cracking sound with every step.

Renekton glanced around the hall. There was no furniture or other items left in the room. Only the surrounding walls and collapsed roofs were left, as well as some scattered decayed stones and iron pieces.

Most of the doors and windows in the house have long since decayed and disappeared. Only the room on the far right still retains an intact vermilion wooden door.

Renekton stood in front of the wooden door for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door twice, then reached out to hold the handle, gently turned his wrist, and pushed open the vermilion wooden door.

The furnishings in the room were old and dusty, but not as decayed and weathered as the items in the other rooms outside.

The layout and style of the room is very simple. There is only a wooden bed with intricate old-fashioned carvings and a table and chair. There is a copper lampstand on the table. In addition, there are many large and small metal bars placed on it. , wood blocks and dyed linen.

There is a painted glass window on the right side of the door. The painting on it has almost completely faded and turned gray.

Lying on the wooden bed was a rather exquisitely dressed doll. The face carved out of wood was painted with bright makeup. It also wore a black pointed hat decorated with flowers on its head, and was wearing a black and white t-shirt. Classical court dress.

If you ignore its body made of wood blocks, straw and iron nails, it is a mysterious wizard who lived in ancient times.

Snapped!

Renekton suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the dots of light centered around him, creating clear and bright ripples.

The light blue starlight quickly turned into bright gold, dyeing the surrounding area with a layer of gold. The pure and clear light illuminated every corner of the surrounding area, turning it into darkness without leaving any shadow.

Under the clear and pale golden light, the items in the entire room quickly decayed and weathered, breaking into little pieces and falling to the floor.

".Why did you destroy my home?"

".Why did you destroy my home?"

A hoarse, immature little girl's voice echoed in the room over and over again. It seemed like she hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice was a little low and intermittent. She spoke it several times in a row before it gradually became clear.

Renekton raised his head without any surprise and looked at the wooden bed that was rapidly weathering and decaying under the bright light.

The place where the wooden bed used to be was empty, with ashes piled on the ground. A doll wearing a classical palace dress and a pointed black soft hat decorated with flowers stood there quietly, its empty eyes dead. Renekton.

Renekton stared at it calmly for a while, then thoughtfully turned the transparent crystal ball in his left hand twice.

The bright starlight reflected from the inside of the crystal ball and quickly twisted and expanded, completely restoring the previous furnishings in the room.

After doing all this, Renekton reached out and pulled the chair next to him, sat down with the back of the chair facing forward, looked at the motionless puppet standing in front of him with a solemn gaze and said:

"What happened to this city? Where is that palace in the center of the city?"

"Why did you turn into dolls? Or maybe everyone in this city has turned into such dolls?"

While speaking, Renekton also pointed at the body of the puppet opposite, trying to see how it would react.

As if being touched by Renekton's words, the doll whose face was carefully painted with paint turned its head stiffly twice, as if it had been rusted internally for too long.

After shaking twice, its neck seemed to be suddenly broken, and its head was folded 180 degrees. The soft pointed hat on its head seemed to be fixed on its head, hanging downwards, but it never fell to the ground.

Click! Click!

The sound of old mechanical parts running continuously came from the doll's body, and its body began to shake uncontrollably, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Renekton narrowed his eyes and raised his hand again to snap his fingers.

The clear and pale golden light in the illusion disappeared instantly. Without the suppression of the aura of the sun domain, the shaking of the doll's body suddenly slowed down.

Dots of bright, pure starlight swayed in the air, slowly blending into the doll's body with a sense of peace and tranquility.

After a moment, it stopped shaking, its nearly folded head slowly raised, and the face that had been carefully painted with paint became distorted and vivid.

The carved mouth opened and closed, and a childish, emotionless voice came from the doll:

"The Lord has abandoned us. The secret angels guarding Cecilia are crazy, the high priest is crazy, the clergy of the Zenith Church are also crazy, the guardians in the city are also crazy, everyone is crazy."

"Darkness swallowed everything. We lost light, food, water, faith, and hope."

"'Wise Man' Amoye proposed to abandon the useless body and integrate the soul into the doll. The doll does not need food or water, and will no longer attract the attention and attacks of monsters in the dark."

"Some people are willing, some people are not willing, until one day, they all disappeared. Dad, mother, and brother no one used oil to protect my body. I couldn't move. I just sat there like this. Sit there."

"I'm so scared, so scared."

The puppet's voice became increasingly shrill, and its body shook uncontrollably. The paint on its face was like a layer of sticky liquid, slowly floating, and dark liquid leached from the eyes, nose, and mouth.

Chi!Chi!Chi!

The sharp, rusty iron thorns often extend and penetrate the classical palace dress on the doll. The hands and feet simply pieced together with wood blocks and iron sheets are covered with barbs, like thick thorns. The hard black short hair pierced the gloves, shoes and socks on it.

It suddenly couldn't stand and fell to the ground. Its body was squirming like a snake, and its mouth was still murmuring:

"I feel so uncomfortable. Please help me, help me!"

Dark, viscous liquid continued to seep out of its body, carrying a pungent stench. The thick black barbs undulated rhythmically, like some kind of animal stretching its scales.

Renekton lowered his head slightly, looking down at the doll lying on the floor, struggling for help, and recited a dragon word in a low voice:

"captivity!"

Bright stars surrounded him, flying away one after another and landing on the doll.

The starlight condensed instantly, creating a huge transparent amber, which contained the twisted and ferocious doll and restricted it to its original position.

Click! Click! Click!

The movement of the doll was restricted, and the sound of collapse caused by improper operation of parts resounded in its body.

Its arms, head, and legs were all broken to varying degrees. Parts like gears and nails were constantly falling from its body. Its right hand was completely separated from its body, and its head hung down weakly.

Oh!

After a brief moment of calm, the black classical palace dress on the doll's chest was torn from the inside, revealing a structure like a birdcage inside.

The birdcage is covered with sharp iron thorns stained with black sticky liquid. There are many metal gears and pipes densely distributed inside, but most of them have collapsed, and the dark sticky liquid is everywhere.

In the middle, there is a glass jar connected with brass-colored metal. It is filled with a light yellow liquid that looks like pus. There is also a human with maggots squirming and dark red bloodshot eyes soaked in the liquid. brain.

In the glass jar, the brain was trembling slightly, making a thin, harsh sound that was hard to hear, as if it evolved from the words of the dead.

Renekton sighed, and as he raised his right hand, clear and bright starlight gathered in his hand. The light blue starlight gradually turned white, swirling into golden illusory flames, condensing into the shape of a spear.

The blazing white spear came out of the hand at the moment it was formed, penetrated the transparent amber condensed by starlight, and sank straight into the glass jar at the chest of the doll.

The sound of broken glass sounded, and at the same time, the pale gold flame spread all over the doll, burning it into drops of transparent liquid and a ball of gray-black ashes.

After the doll was completely burned by the flames, green light spots separated from the ashes on the floor and slowly gathered into shape.

The result was a doll the size of a baby's fist, simply wrapped in strips of cloth and sawdust.

Renekton glanced briefly, then bent down to pick it up from the floor.

It curled up into a ball, with a face on the front and back of its head. One was numb and cold, without any expression, and the other was twisted and ferocious, full of madness.

"The equivalent of half a corpse collector."

"It's a bit weird. It's only as strong as sequence nine, but it contains a lot of pollution."

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Renekton tossed the strange puppet around twice, turned around and left the house.

With his departure, the room returned to darkness. The only remaining floors and walls in the room seemed to have experienced a long time in an instant, becoming dilapidated, decayed, and full of large and small cracks.

On the empty street, Renekton stopped moving forward. The dark blue glow flowing in his eyes gradually deepened, and his right hand drew a symbol representing "secret" in the air.

An invisible curtain dropped from mid-air, covering the surrounding area. The space instantly became distorted, cut into two parts, and hid the area where it was.

This section of the street seems to have suddenly become much narrower, but upon closer inspection, there seems to be some change.

In the hidden space, an invisible servant held a crystal ball that emitted misty starlight and illuminated the surroundings.

Snapped!

A clear snap of fingers sounded, and bright stars fell down bit by bit, condensing into tables and chairs that sparkled with starlight.

Renekton was half-lying on a chair surrounded by starlight. Suddenly, a thick gray mist surged in front of his eyes, and crimson light rose like a tide, instantly drowning all sight.

When he came to his senses, he had already appeared in the space above the gray fog.

The clear voice belonging to the righteous "Audrey" also sounded at this time:

"Good morning, Mr. White Tower."