I Was Once a Legend

Dong Zheng and Wang Ailun had already quietly reached the second floor of the castle.

There were not many people in the entire castle. Dong Zheng wanted to go to the kitchen to take a look at Dong Linhai's situation, but he had to go through the entire hall from the storage room to the kitchen, which would easily disturb the maid who was dozing off. There was also a handyman lizard carrying a bucket and something Go in, the risk factor is too great.

After weighing it, he went straight up to the second floor without any hesitation, and went to find the Pied Piper.

The castle is too big, and it is easy to get lost, but fortunately, it seems to be the exclusive territory of the flute player, and there are no servants there.

Behind the third door in the corridor on the right is the bathroom. When the two passed by, they heard the sound of water inside. It seemed that the flute player who had just returned from the outside was taking a bath.

Judging from the setting that in almost all literary works, the magician will always bring his magic weapon with him, the flute player will certainly not let the flute leave him easily, after all, it is the most important thing to him.

As a script specially set up for novices, the difficulty of the box is ridiculously low. Under normal circumstances, how could a magician with strong mana and weak body not set up numerous formations and restrictions in his lair, so that Dong Linhai could kill him? After leaving the handyman and the chef, the other people who woke up one after another began to plan to escape from the dungeon. Dong Zheng and Wang Ailun wandered around on the second floor, wanting to steal something?

If the flute player wanted to, with his ability, he would be able to kill all these people in the blink of an eye.

The two listened outside for a while, holding their breath, and decided to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to search the flute player's bedroom.

They searched around the entire second floor, pushed and tried all the doors, but most of them couldn't be opened, and finally found the master bedroom at the far left end of the corridor.

"My God, would the master live in such a remote place? Is he insane?" Wang Ailun opened the door carefully and complained.

Although we have only known Wang Ailun for two hours, there is a life-and-death friendship, and Dong Zheng relaxes a little in front of him: "If I were that flute player, I would definitely come back to you: this is my home, and I can live wherever I want." .”

The bedroom is the most private space of a person, and the decoration in it can infer the personality of the owner to a certain extent.The bedroom has a large space. In the center is a typical medieval bed. Layers of vertical curtains are tied to the bedposts, and silk embroidered quilts are neatly spread out.On the bedside table were silver candlesticks and drinking glasses, and there was a window in the wall directly above.

There is a large wardrobe against the wall on the right-hand side, and other than that, the rest of the bedroom is occupied by various books.These books were piled up on the floor and in the corners, so that the two people who entered the bedroom had nowhere to go for a while.

"I'm going, it's too scary, there are so many books." Wang Ailun took one casually, with "Alchemy Advanced III" written on the cover, the content... well, he couldn't understand it.

He opened another book, "The Mystery of the Lobotomy and Alchemy - The Origin of Black Magic".

...What is it all about?

"The castle is so big, he should have a special study room. These books may be just for him to read before going to bed." Dong Zheng stepped over a few stacks of books and arrived at the bedside. There was a piece of sheepskin under the water glass on the bedside table. The paper, the pattern on it is very familiar to him——

It was the formation on the parchment in the cellar.

It's just that this is an unfinished formation. Compared with the one on the parchment, there are several most complicated places that are vacant.

When Dong Zheng was in the cellar, he felt that the information on the parchment scroll might be useful, so he memorized the pattern by heart, and he still remembers it now.

There is a quill next to it, which is convenient to complete at any time, but Dong Zheng did not start writing immediately, but asked in his heart: [Do you know what the effect of this formation is? 】

The annotation on the parchment scroll was in Latin, and he really couldn't understand it. It would be terrible if this formation would have any negative effects after being activated.

Don't act rashly.

The young man in the prisoner's space was silent for a moment: 【This formation can borrow power from the time master. If he is willing, you can temporarily gain the ability to manipulate time and store it in the palm of your hand temporarily. 】

Dong Zheng didn't expect Cui Zuojing to be able to answer it. After all, this is just a low-level box. No matter how powerful Cui Zuojing is, it is impossible for him to know any small formation.

But he actually knew.

That being the case, Dong Zheng was not polite, and asked: [What if he is unwilling? 】

[The person who activates the formation will suffer backlash, and the stronger the formation, the more serious the backlash will be. 】Cui Zuojing said: 【But now you can use it as you like, the master of time in the pure white realm is still trapped in chaos, now no matter who borrows power from him, he can only agree. 】

so.Dong Zheng kept what Cui Zuojing said firmly in his heart, he dipped the ink with a quill pen, and completed the formation stroke by stroke according to the pattern in his memory.

In the eerie environment of the cellar, he can remember complex patterns for a short time, which shows that Dong Zheng has a good memory, but also reflects something else.

Cui Zuojing, who was originally bound to him passively because of the blood contract, became more and more satisfied.

This is the first time this talent has officially entered the box and has such a performance, which is much better than his original performance.

Of course, age and real-world experience may have a certain impact, but it is undeniable that Dong Zheng is definitely a good seed.

Wang Ailun came over to take a look, because it could not be altered, Dong Zheng had to think for a while every time he made a stroke, and he was sure that it was drawn in this way. After nearly 5 minutes, the last line of the formation finally connected everything together.

A faint yellow light emerged from the pattern, rising slowly, and after stagnating in the air for a few seconds, it flowed to Dong Zheng's palm, leaving the outline of the formation on it.

The moment the formation was attached to his palm, Dong Zheng knew how to use it correctly.

[Fingerprint of Cronus]

Function: It can suspend the time of all (including but not limited to objects and spirits) except the user for ten seconds. It can only be used once and cannot be taken out of the box.

How to use: Inspired by the mind.

Notes: Who stole one of Cronus' unintentional fingerprints?

Time, one of the five basic elements of the pure white world.

The power of time firmly sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness has been taken away. Although it is only as small as the earth and gravel, as the nominal master of this power, Cui Zuojing still clearly feels it.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to caress the wrist of his right hand, and the three seals were faintly revealed.

At the last moment of the pilgrimage that year, the five members of their team were selected by the five elements of time, space, body, dream, and chaos, and gained the ability to control them.

But the queen set a curse, so that instead of being able to use them freely, they became prisoners of these elements under the seal.

It was this curse that made "time prisoner" Cui Zuojing's time forever frozen at the age of 16 - the moment he left the pure white world and returned to the real world. The "body prisoner" Victor is trapped in the cat's body forever.

The past eight years have not left any marks on Cui Zuojing's body. He watched helplessly as his sister who was five years younger grew older than him, his parents' hair gradually turned gray, and the wrinkles around their eyes deepened. Only he, still Looks like 16 years old.

Because of this, the family had to move every two years to a place where no one knew them, and Cui Zuojing changed from "brother" to "younger brother" and was introduced to new neighbors.

Finally, Cui Zuojing no longer wanted his family members to run around and hide because of him. When Victor was getting old, he returned to this nightmare, just to get rid of the fate that they should not have suffered and end everything.

And...Look at the situation of old friends Fu Zhe, Luo Yan, and the pond carp Nana who are still trapped here.

He found Fu Zhe's lost soul fragment, and the situation was not good. If he read correctly, this fragment was Fu Zhe's "goodwill".

Cui Zuojing couldn't imagine what would happen to a Fu Zhe who had lost his conscience, morality and kindness.

After obtaining the formation rune, the two searched the bedroom again, but found nothing of value except a bunch of curious books.

The book on the ground contained a translation of Latin, Hebrew, and English. According to the script, if the participants wanted to know the Latin content on the parchment, they should have found the book and translated it bit by bit before the flute player returned. the text above.

This must require the visitor to find the parchment in the cellar and write down the contents on it. It is a test of memory and is the easiest way to steal the flute.Regardless of the negative impact, it is not impossible to directly and recklessly complete the formation, but the consequences of that all depend on luck.

If this formation is not obtained, participants can also use other methods - such as relying on the amulet and the piper's hard bar that can ensure that they will not be controlled by the magic flute.

But with Cui Zuojing's help, everything was avoided.

Guessing that the flute player was about to come back from washing, Dong Zheng and Ai Lun hurriedly left the bedroom, planning to find a suitable time to activate the formation and steal the flute during the timeout.They waited for a while at the corner of the corridor on the second floor, and they saw the Pied Piper come out of the bathroom after taking a bath, and walked towards the bedroom at a gentle pace.

The flute player had already taken off the outermost colorful robe and put on a hat, so he could see his face more clearly now.

This is a young man with a handsome appearance, quite introverted, his slightly ordinary face is tainted with a bit of strangeness because of the two moles of tears, which makes people remember it immediately.At his waist is pinned the flute that must be used to cast spells.

Before entering this box, Dong Zheng briefly read the "Pure White Land Realm Survival Manual" sent to him by the guide clown. Or or npc, if die again, it will turn into a monster in the box.

Just like Henry.

If the monster dies, it is truly dead.

So whether it is the clown, Cui Zuojing or the Pied Piper in front of him, they should all be among the pilgrims during their lifetime.

The only difference may be that the only ones who can retain the memory of life are the prisoners.People who become managers or NPCs after death will forget everything in the past.

At this time, Dong Zheng didn't know that Cui Zuojing was an outlier among all the prisoners.

The two people hiding in the corner were discussing how to steal the flute, but they heard the noise in the hall downstairs. It seemed that for a moment, the crisp sound of close combat, the muffled sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood, and screams followed one after another. All of a sudden, the quiet castle boiled up.

"Hand over its spear and sword!"

"Chop off its tail!"

"There are other people coming over—hey! Why are they all lizards! Where the hell is this!"

what happened? !

Looking at Alan with "WTF" on his face, Dong Zheng frowned, and quietly poked his head out from behind the railing.

The author has something to say: Notes: 1. Cronus: The second-generation king of the gods in ancient Greek mythology, one of the twelve Titan gods, in charge of time.