Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the observatory area on the south bank of the Serenzo River, at the entrance to the catacombs, red flame spears fell from the sky and sank into the ground. Medici's figure was quickly outlined on the ground as the flames flowed.

On both sides of his cheeks, Sauron and Einhorn's consciousness had awakened, and they opened and closed their slightly unreal lips and said:

"Medici, you have been deceived. That level of pollution will definitely not have no impact on us. I even suspect that it will erase the self that replaced me."

"I smell death. Is that really the influence of 'City of Disaster'?"

Medici shook his head, his tone was not too worried, but rather he said eagerly:

"I don't know, but it cannot be denied that certain characteristics of me have indeed been amplified. I can feel that there is something calling me underground. It is not just the crazy leader of the Sauron family, but there are also people below. Something else that appeals to me."

"Madman." Einhorn cursed, and then said seriously: "Soren, let's stop him together. Medici's consciousness may have been affected unknowingly."

"War. War"

Einhorn's response was Sauron's unconscious murmur, and the former 'conqueror' fell into the confused state just now.

"Damn, crazy, crazy."

Einhorn gritted his teeth and spit out a sentence. He did not try to wake up Sauron or Medici. Affected by the evil spirit state of the Trinity, he could clearly feel that his state was beginning to slip, and he might fall into the world called madness at any time. swirl.

Without Einhorn's interference, Medici successfully walked into the catacombs. Every time he took a step forward, he would leave a red and blood-stained footprint on the ground.

As he continued to go deeper, the call Medici felt became stronger and stronger, and his heartbeat unknowingly became violent, causing echoes in the empty tomb.

"In the mirror world, it's in the mirror world"

On Medici's face, the consciousnesses of Sauron and Einhorn each formed a mouth, whispering constantly, urging Medici to move forward.

"Shut up!" Medici growled, and red sparks spurted out from his mouth, as if his whole body was about to ignite at any time.

Sauron and Einhorn's consciousness was completely unaffected, and they continued to urge Medici in a murmur.

After letting out a long breath, Medici stretched out his hand to rub his forehead helplessly, and whispered to himself:

"He has a headache, and he was hypnotized by that guy. Who is helping him? The djinn? Or the stinking lizard from before?"

In the upper area of ​​the catacombs, several college students from Intis Academy of Fine Arts sneaked in, preparing for an exciting adventure to find inspiration for their own creations.

In the middle of the team, a well-dressed young girl wearing a light yellow dress and a beret on her head held the boy in front of her with one hand and put the other on her chest. She looked around cautiously and whispered. :

"Bernie, do we really want to explore here at night?"

The boy named Bernier held the other person's hand tightly, slowed down his pace slightly, and brought the beautiful girl behind him closer to him. He looked around with a very relaxed expression and said:

"Of course, the atmosphere is more atmospheric at night. Only by experiencing this eerie environment in person can we create authentic paintings."

"Besides, there is actually nothing here except those horrifying legends. People who come here are scaring themselves. I have been here several times, so trust my judgment."

While the two were talking, an exclamation suddenly came from the front of the team:

"Hey, who left the footprints on the ground and painted such realistic blood stains?"

Bernie pushed aside the classmates who were blocking him, looked at the bright red footprints on the ground that extended all the way to the catacombs, and chuckled:

"It must be a prank by a classmate in school. We haven't even entered the tomb yet. This prank is too fake."

"Yes." The boy at the front of the team who first discovered the footprints nodded and agreed with Bernier's judgment.

Looking at the bright red footprints on the ground, he stepped on them curiously, and they happened to coincide with the footprints on the ground. This discovery surprised him. He followed the footprints for two more steps, then turned and faced behind him. 's partner shared:

"Hey, look, this footprint is exactly the same size as my foot!"

Behind him, the classmates who had been standing in a group had disappeared at some point. His heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile:

"Where are you hiding? Bernier? John? Paan?"

Gu~gu~ He squirmed his throat, swallowing the saliva secreted from nervousness in his mouth, looking around twice, and his voice increased unconsciously:

"Bernie? You guys, stop playing around and come out quickly, otherwise I will go back by myself."

At the entrance to the catacombs, Bernier and others looked at each other in confusion as they looked at their classmates who were walking faster and faster along the bright red footprints on the ground, and then they also speeded up and followed them.

Bernie felt the strength in his hand, and then slowed down, and at the same time greeted the classmates who were burying their heads in the front:

"Misl, walk slower."

The boy named Miser turned a deaf ear to the sounds behind him, walked faster and faster, and was soon submerged in the depths of darkness.

At this time, a boy walking behind Miser raised his hand and said in an uncertain tone:

"Did you notice that Miser's footsteps coincided with the bloody footprints on the ground just now?"

Next to him, a tall, hairy boy with obvious Fusak or plateau ancestry said hesitantly:

"This must be a prank on his part. I just stepped on bloody footprints on the ground."

No one answered his words, and the surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. He turned around stiffly, only to find that all the classmates who were behind him had disappeared.

"No, no, don't scare me!"

".Pan?.John?"

After hesitating for two seconds, he suddenly stepped forward and ran in the direction where the streetlights could still be vaguely seen behind him. His pace was very fast, as if there was an invisible and terrifying monster chasing behind him.

It was obviously a very close distance, but he didn't even get close until he was out of breath.

"There's something wrong." He stopped and looked around nervously. His hands subconsciously drew the pattern of the sun on his chest: "Praise the sun!"

At the Ruwa Comprehensive Execution Ground, after Renekton cleaned up the remaining abnormal aura around him, he looked in the direction of the catacombs and whispered to himself:

"The effect of the 'River of Eternal Darkness' is really good. Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn didn't notice that he had fallen into a dream just now. He should have entered the underground by now."

In his hand, the golden kettle-shaped wishing lamp burst out with a burst of pale gold light, and the voice of the lamp god came from it:

"Acting with you just now is extra help, and I also helped you amplify the obsession in His heart. In exchange, you need to provide me with extra help in the future."

Renekton smiled and said in a calm tone: "Your last wish was destroyed by Amon, which made me waste a wish. This should be regarded as compensation for that wish. This is an after-sales service within the rules of human transactions."

"I'm a 'disorderly one' and I never follow the rules."

"And you and I are not humans, and we don't need to abide by the trading rules set by humans."

The genie's voice seemed indifferent and majestic, making people unconsciously want to agree with his words and follow his ideas.

"I know the whereabouts of the Oneness of the 'Judge'." Renekton did not continue to argue with the Djinn, and threw out the news about the Brass Book of Trensoest to appease this temporary collaborator.

Before the Djinn could ask more questions, his body instantly became blurred and decomposed into streams of complex and pure information, surging away towards the square area on the north bank of the Serenzo River.

In the hotel near the botanical garden in the square area, countless complex messages poured in from around the room, and they quickly gathered together to outline Renekton's figure.

Regarding the internal information of the Church of Steam, Arrods, a sealed object belonging to the Church of Steam, should know a lot. With his thoughts floating around, Renekton walked to the desk against the wall and sat down. He picked up the pen and paper on the table and started writing. I wrote a letter to Klein.

After the letter was written, he simply arranged a ceremony to summon the messenger. After a slight delay, Reinette Tinichole appeared in the hotel room with four blond hair and red eyes.

"Have you encountered something?" Renekton asked curiously. After all, normally, this kind of summoning ritual can be responded to immediately and appear immediately.

"In", "And", "Siua", "Hide and seek"

Reinette Tinichole's voice was very calm, and she didn't seem to be too concerned about Si'a's pursuit. Renekton nodded lightly, no longer paying attention to this issue, and wrote what he had just written on his hand. handed the letter to the other party and said at the same time:

"Postage collect."

"no problem"

Reinette Tinichole replied with a head held in her right hand, then stretched forward, biting the letter Renekton handed her, and then her other three heads spoke at once:

"Recently." "The spiritual world." "It's very chaotic."

As soon as the words fell, Reinette Tinichole's figure faded and disappeared into the room.

Renekton looked at the place where the other party disappeared and fell into deep thought. Isn't the spiritual world always in chaos? Does Miss Messenger mean that something bad has happened in the spiritual world?

After thinking for a moment, he summoned his book messenger and established contact with his clone left in the Southern Continent:

"What happened recently?"

After a moment, neat lines of handwriting appeared on the light yellow paper of the Book Messenger:

"Everything is happening gradually, and there is no big abnormality. Except that the demons seem to have become active, and many of them have joined the Rose School of Thought."