Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Seeing the paper man's incarnation melting into the shadows in the distance, the prophet turned around and walked back to the desk against the wall. He rummaged through the drawers to find the candles, essential oils and other items needed for the ritual, and skillfully arranged the ritual of praying for blessings.

As soon as the ceremony was completed, Klein completed the response above the gray fog and sent out a stack of cut paper figures, a dark copper lantern, a picture scroll like a child's scribbling, and a golden metal Rubik's Cube. .

With the appearance of these things, the temperature in the room rises rapidly, directly from early spring to hot summer.

The dim light of the gas wall lamp also became brighter, more like a bright yellow stove, emitting light and heat.

The prophet's clone lowered his head to feel the temperature in the room and the breath of the sun, and murmured in a low voice:

"This container won't last long. It's really troublesome to store the characteristics of the 'Light Chaser'."

As he spoke, he summoned an invisible hand and picked up the metal Rubik's Cube on the ground.

The moment he took it, it was like holding a burning flame in his hand. The skin on his palm quickly dried, turned red, and gradually showed signs of burnt black marks.

Enduring the scalding temperature in his hands, the light blue glow in the eyes of the prophet's clone continued to flow. The glimmer of brass around him quickly moved around, outlining strange symbols in the air and gradually integrating into his hand. In the metal Rubik's Cube glowing with pale gold.

The temperature of the Rubik's Cube gradually dropped, and the many symbols and magic signs engraved on the surface that reflected the golden sunlight also quickly dimmed, turning from golden to bronze with a hint of rust.

Putting the Rubik's Cube into his coat pocket, he bent down and picked up the scribbling scroll that was still on the ground. He looked at Klein who had emerged from the gray fog and said:

"You can get ready to start running. I just used paper figures to lure away a few people who were approaching, but they will react quickly."

"Let your marionette hold this lantern. Since it is essentially a corpse, it can avoid the negative effects. As long as you are within the range of the light, you should be able to be attacked through the distortion or confusion of the connection between you and the marionette. The goal."

"Okay." Klein did not refuse. After nodding, he directly asked his secret puppet Gilcias to pick up the dark copper lantern and the stack of cut paper figures that were still on the ground.

He quickly tidied up the room, erasing the traces he left, and then took out a piece of paper from the inside of his coat and shook it away.

Naturally, it spontaneously ignited quickly in mid-air and turned into a wisp of ashes, which was blown out of the half-open window by the spiritual wind.

These paper figures that he placed above the gray mist and were soaked in the aura there would have a better anti-divination effect.

After doing all this, he nodded slightly towards the prophet's clone who was leaning against the wall and turning a bunch of scrolls in his hand:

"Which way is safer for me to run now?"

"Inside the city, in the direction close to the church." The prophet's clone nodded slightly.

While speaking, he turned around and pressed his right hand on the wall. The light blue light swayed like water under his palm, spreading outwards, and in an instant, an illusory light blue "door" was formed.

Pointing to the "door" opened from the wall, he chuckled and said:

"I wish you good luck. I will catch up with you after you escape from the city."

Klein nodded lightly and did not ask what he wanted to do here. He took his marionette and walked directly through the "door" on the wall and left the hotel.

After watching Klein leave, the prophet sat back at the small round table by the window. He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the spiritual wall that enveloped the hotel room disappeared in an instant.

Then he took out several folded paper figures from his coat pocket and threw them out of the window casually.

With a sudden gust of wind, these pale yellow paper figures were carried and flew to various locations on the street.

After doing all this, he unfolded the scroll on the table that looked like a child's scribblings.

He rubbed his fingers gently, creating dots of brass-colored light chips, which fell on the scroll. The chaotic colors on it seemed to suddenly come to life and began to flow slowly on the painting paper.

Woo~

A cold wind suddenly blew in the quiet room. Under the dim light of the gas wall lamp, a figure was suddenly reflected in the full-length mirror standing in the corner.

His figure was illusory and erratic, like a disembodied shadow, easily breaking away from the mirror and appearing in the hotel room.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, with sunken eye sockets and a frighteningly pale face. He looked to be in his thirties. His light brown hair was parted in four parts and meticulously styled. His eyes were dark green with a hint of irrepressible madness.

He looked down at the weird little man in his hand, and then glanced around the room with doubtful eyes, not paying any attention to the figure sitting in front of the round table.

The prophet's clone sat on the wooden chair in a leisurely posture. His voice was calm, and he spoke like a warning:

"An 'injustice'?"

"Do you know it's rude to just barge into someone else's room?"

After hearing his words, the other party finally set his eyes on him, with unconcealable malice surging in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Are you alone in this room?"

"Of course not, he also has the extraordinary characteristic of getting lost." The prophet's clone chuckled.

The light blue glow in his eyes was flowing, outlining one strange symbol after another in his pupils, making him look cold and rational. The emotions and desires in his heart were also suppressed to the extreme at this moment, and the whole person entered a kind of absolute rationality. status.

At the same time, the figure of the wronged soul who suddenly broke in became transparent and illusory. With him as the center, a cold wind of unknown origin blew in the room, and the white frost was stained with the breath of death. It quickly covered the entire room, and beautiful and dreamy snowflakes floated in the air.

The sudden drop in temperature made people's hair stand on end, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The next moment, all the frost and snowflakes in the room disappeared, turning into a pool of colorful paint dripping to the ground.

"Oh, if you can't call a demigod to save you immediately, then I will accept the 'wronged soul' trait in you."

The prophet cloned himself and leaned back on the chair. Gray three-dimensional symbols floated one after another in his eyes, making his voice very contagious. He would be irritated and impulsive unconsciously.

As if aroused by anger, the "wronged soul" on the opposite side suddenly took a step forward, and his body disappeared completely transparently.

The next moment, a figure wearing a black tuxedo, with sunken eye sockets and a frighteningly pale face appeared in each of the two pupils of the prophet's clone.

His body became stiff to a certain extent at this time, as if he was suddenly thrown into extremely cold ice, making it difficult for his body to make effective movements.

This state did not last long. He gently rubbed his fingers twice, creating little bright yellow glimmers that scattered on himself.

The next moment, his body became thinner and brittle, turning into a roughly cut pale yellow paper figure, and spontaneously ignited a golden flame filled with the breath of the sun.