Delusion Master

Wei Lin chased the white knight around the corner, but he disappeared.

A small group of black-robed warlocks walked towards them, and the middle one looked like a leader. The hem of the robe was embroidered with silver patterns—above the countless entangled thorns, three groups of soul fires were burning twistedly, and the wailing almost came out through the clothes. .Wei Lin quickly lowered his head and put on his mask, avoiding the side of the road.

The other party walked up to him without looking sideways, stopped in his tracks, glanced at his clothes and mask, and asked in a majestic voice: "Why are you wandering here? Is the sacrifice ceremony complete?"

Wei Lin lowered his voice, trying to imitate the voice of the man in black robe he had heard before, and said vaguely: "It's done."

"Go back and take care of the sacrifice spirit with the others. The 'Holy Soul Awakening' will start in two hours. No mistakes are allowed!"

"Yes."

Wei Lin bowed, turned around and walked towards the direction of the altar. Just two steps away, the warlock leader suddenly said: "Wait a minute!" Several high-ranking warlocks who were sent out, their fingers clenched the daggers that were lingering in the sleeves.

"It's a little bit of a struggle to trap the Jiling with just those few bones. You and I go to the library to get the Book of Imprisonment, and make sure nothing goes wrong," the other party said.

"Master Jia Moore, that book—" a follower warlock just opened his mouth, but was stabbed back by the leader's stern eyes, and immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Let's go," Gamol said.

Wei Lin had no choice but to follow these warlocks to the library, keeping an eye out for opportunities to escape. Unfortunately, the other party watched him very closely and surrounded him intentionally or unintentionally.

The lamps on the beams on both sides emit dim light, casting a long shadow of the group of people, like the silhouette of some kind of absurd and terrifying monster.After entering the interior of the library through the long corridor with Gothic pointed rib vaults, the warlocks went up to the second floor along the spiral escalator.

The second floor of the library has a vast space. On the vault is a rose window made of stained glass, casting a beam of skylight from nowhere in the center of the room.Rows of tall walnut wood bookshelves are all around, and there are countless books densely placed on them, with different textures and thicknesses, silent in the dust of time.

The bookshelves seem to extend endlessly to the corner of the dark room. The place is very quiet, but there are occasional rustling sounds of paper pages turning over, as well as the sound of sighing and moaning. Like a sealed soul.

Jia Moore stood at the stairs and raised his chin to Wei Lin: "Go, bring the Book of Imprisonment."

Wei Lin was worried: let's talk about hundreds of thousands of books here, who knows which one is the book of the spirits, is he testing me?But maybe he hasn't become suspicious yet, this is just a book that every warlock knows, I don't want to get confused.

He hesitated imperceptibly, then walked towards the bookshelves, towards the spines of those books that looked particularly old and weighty, while paying attention to the movement behind them, once the other party took out the magic weapon, he was ready to tear down the bookshelves and create chaos.

He suddenly felt a burst of heat in his arms...it was the textured bone fragments that were heating up, especially when his footsteps turned in a certain direction.So Wei Lin tried to follow the guidance of the bone fragment, walked to a bookshelf in the corner, and took out the slightly warm book from a row of various books.

It was an ancient brown hardcover book, which seemed to be very old, and even the bronze metal corners on the front and back covers were worn and deformed.There is no writing on the spine of the thick leather book, only a lot of scratches remain, and there is no title on the cover, showing a large black stain with a touch of scarlet in the center of the stain.

Wei Lin's line of sight is unconsciously drawn by the black and red—it keeps changing its shape on the cover, it is a deep well gushing blood, it is a mouth opened in pain, it is an abyss of rolling magma, it is Purgatory where countless ghosts scream...

It has the depth of space beyond the plane, full of sound and color, the screams coming from the extreme depths of purgatory cannot be heard by human ears, but directly impact the spirit, whirling in the brain, it seems that the next moment will turn the watcher into it.

Wei Lin took half a step back, and the book almost fell from his hands.

He tried his best not to look at its cover, and returned to the warlocks with the book in his hand.

Gamol said: "Use it to strengthen the control of the spirit of sacrifice, go."

Wei Lin nodded, put away the book and went down the stairs.

After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, a warlock asked inexplicably: "Master, you have already seen that this guy is a fake, why didn't you just kill or capture him? And let him take such an important Book of Imprisonment?" "

Jia Moore closed his eyes, as if in meditation, and said slowly after a while: "He is not an ordinary intruder, but a part of the prophecy."

Another warlock shook his head, "To be honest, I have always doubted the authenticity of this so-called 'prophecy'."

Gamol laughed mockingly: "Because it comes from sunflowers? If the statue of the apostle of the Holy Spirit made the prophecy, you wouldn't doubt it, would you?"

The sorcerer fell silent.

"Everything has animism, and it is possible to be chosen by His Majesty the Pope to become the messenger." Gamol stepped towards the center of the room, stood in the light from the vaulted window, and stretched his arms upwards, "I accept this The prophecy also has the determination and ability to realize it—come on, the cursed flower that has bloomed for 200 years, fertilized by countless blood and corpses, will finally bear the fruit of destiny today. The invaders will be the last breeders."

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Wei Lin walked out of the library with an old book that was quite evil from its name to its appearance. Standing in the dark and precipitous monastery as dusk fell, there was a sticky feeling of being entangled with dirty spider silk.

He was a little at a loss as to what to do next.The Book of Imprisonment trembled slightly in his hand: Go to the cemetery...where is it...you can't escape fate...go to the cemetery...

Wei Lin blinked, and walked involuntarily across the atrium, towards the cemetery in the opposite direction from the clock tower.

The cemetery is full of ruins, many crooked tombstones are covered in snow foam, and gargoyles with bat wings stick their heads out from under the eaves.Wei Lin walked along the winding path to the deepest part, where there were three stone tomb halls with pointed roofs, the middle one was the largest, and the ones on both sides were slightly smaller.

The wind that had subsided was blowing again, and with a chill that would freeze even the soul into ice, Wei Lin suddenly realized—that ghost thing is coming again!

The sharp sense of crisis urged him to enter the combat state, but his spirit seemed to be anesthetized by some kind of toxin, dragging down his body to become heavy and limp, and he even developed a pessimistic attitude of resignation to fate.Wei Lin was pulled by two forces, dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.

The evil spirit hovered beside him, ready to move, fearful because of the bone fragment in his arms.

But this fear couldn't resist the desire for warm flesh after all, it wrapped around the sacrificer's ankle from behind, dragged him to the ground suddenly, and dragged him quickly.

The belt was broken, and the robe was caught and torn by the sharp stones on the ground, revealing the blood-stained shirt inside.The bone fragment fell out of his arms and rolled into that gap.Wei Lin tightly clenched the sheath of the dagger with his left hand, and tried to grab a tree trunk or a tombstone with his right hand to fix himself, but suddenly found that he couldn't let go of the book—the book seemed to grow on his skin and flesh. same as in.

The momentum of the drag stopped.The cold enveloped his back, and the evil spirit whispered in his ear: Let me in... I'm so cold... Let me warm up...

The cold and hard feeling extended from the back to the head and waist, looking for a way to invade.He clenched his teeth, tasted the rusty taste of blood in his mouth.

It can't be like this, Wei Lin, wake up!He yelled at himself from the bottom of his heart, hurry up and wake up!

"...I really don't know how to live or die!" A man's voice came from behind.

Wei Lin shook his body, feeling that the mental restraint was slightly loosened, took the opportunity to throw away the book, pulled out the flashing dagger, and slashed at the back with his backhand.

The electric current seemed to have captured the invisible spirit body, and there was a sizzling sound, and a foul smell emanated from the air. Wei Lin heard the scream in his head.

"This can hurt it, but it won't be fatal." The man behind said, "Low your head and close your eyes."

Deep, firm, unquestionable - this is Bai Yuan's voice, although it is not his own, but Wei Lin still instinctively chooses to trust the other party.He stopped turning over, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and buried his face in the soft and cold snow.

He heard the roar of Yin Lei's explosion, and the vast white light almost melted everything, even if the eyes were closed tightly, the light could penetrate the eyelids and burn the retina.Fortunately, he buried his face in the snow ahead of time.

The evil spirit howled, twisted and dissolved violently in the white light.When the white light disappeared, it was only a star-point soul, like a dying firefly, or a transparent shimmering jellyfish, falling on the top of a tombstone.

Wei Lin looked up at it in surprise.

The Book of Imprisonment landed on the snow beside him, the hard cover suddenly opened, the pages flipped, and it was sucked in.

Before Wei Lin could react, the pages of the book snapped shut again.

"What's the situation?" He asked curiously, "Did he get eaten by this book, or was he imprisoned?"

"Instead of caring about this evil spirit, you should care more about yourself," said the man who saved him.

Wei Lin sighed and got up slowly, his body gradually recovering from numbness felt a strong pain.He turned his head to look at the person who came, and it turned out to be the white knight.It's just that the way the other party looks at him at this moment is really weird and... pitiful?

"You look like a dying man," said the white knight curtly.

"It's, it's okay..." Wei Lin tried to smile with the corners of his mouth, but hissed in pain.He carefully touched his lips with his fingertips, "What's wrong with me?"

The white knight took out a shard of mirror from his pocket and threw it over.Wei Lin caught it, suspecting that it was the ones he smashed and fell on the stone platform. The white knight should have been to that altar just now.

Wei Lin took a picture with the palm-sized lens, and found that what the other party said was not exaggerated at all—his face was terribly blue, as if his blood had frozen, his lips were chapped and white, and there were several bloody mouth corners.Tiny dried blood stains also appeared on the eye sockets and auricles, which were the traces left by the invasion of the extreme cold.

"Damn it, that's a man who's frozen to death... You're too kind, knight," he said despondently.

"Dead men don't bleed," replied the white knight, his eyes gliding uncontrollably across his trousers, quickly moving away, and sliding back again.

Wei Lin felt that his ankles were wet and cold, and when he looked down, the light gray trousers had been stained dark gray by blood.

He knows where the blood comes from.The pain there began to revive, as if a knife was being stabbed back and forth.

"Fuck your mother..." Wei Lin murmured, his eyes went black for a while.

Before fainting, he vaguely felt that he had fallen into a pair of solid and powerful arms.

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The surroundings are warm, but the body hurts.This was Wei Lin's first feeling when he woke up.

The orange-yellow flame danced in front of him, and he found himself lying on a flat and clean ground, covered with thick beast fur.The blood-stained tattered clothes were gone, and his naked body was wrapped in a burqa and felt. The wounds all over his body felt pain and a cold and pungent feeling, and his nose smelled a strong smell of herbs.

Sitting by the campfire was a knight in silver scale armor, the robes covering the armor were gone.

...well, his robes were wrapping around him right now.The question is, he also helped to deal with those wounds?Including the part of the lower body that was injured the most?

Wei Lin felt a deep embarrassment, not only because someone took care of the chrysanthemum while in a coma, but more importantly, that person looked exactly like Bai Yuan, but he was not Bai Yuan.

——A place that even Bai Xiansen didn't let him touch!Wei Lin was ashamed and thought imaginatively, Damn, Bai Xiansen is at a disadvantage now... I knew this mission would be so perverted, so it wouldn't hurt to let him touch it...

He moved his arms and legs regretfully, and changed to a more comfortable position.

Startled by this slight movement, the white knight seemed to want to lean towards him, but stopped halfway, and turned to look at the fire, with a suspicious blush on his cheeks.

Wei Lin stared at his side face, blinked his eyes, and it seemed to be an illusion. The other party obviously had a face of worrying about the country and the people, sitting upright, looking very serious.

"You are seriously injured, I have to apply medicine to stop the bleeding first." As if worried that he might misunderstand, the other party first opened his mouth to explain.

"Oh, I know." Wei Lin replied, "Thank you."

"……No other meaning."

"of course."

"I apologize if I violated your... privacy."

"no need."

"...I sincerely apologize to you."

"I'm also telling you sincerely, no need." Wei Lin held his forehead and reconfirmed that the other party was not Bai Yuan—Bai Xiansen would not be so stern and rigid.

The knight moved a little uncomfortable, as if he didn't know what to say next, and finally closed his mouth tightly, and concentrated on cooking a pot of soup on the fire.

"What kind of soup is so fragrant?" Wei Lin couldn't help asking hungry.

"Broth, with some anti-inflammatory and muscular herbs added." The white knight looked at the soup pot intently, as if every boiling bubble in it was full of the mysteries of the world, except for the one who didn't read the conversation, "Do you want it?" drink?"

Wei Lin was eager for him to invite him, and propped himself up with the relatively intact arm. As soon as his buttocks touched the ground (it was still covered with thick fur), he cried out in pain all over his body, and tears welled up in his eyes: "It hurts, it hurts!" ...It's a dead man! Horse-riding man, luckily the book ate that damn thing, otherwise I'd have to dismember it and turn it into ashes!"

The white knight had no choice but to look away. Seeing Wei Lin leaning on the ground with one arm in an extremely twisted posture, with cold sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help frowning, got up and sat next to him, Let him lean on himself for a while.

"It's cold and hard, and I'm panicking." Wei Lin tapped his shoulder armor with some dissatisfaction, and made an inch of it.

The other party scooped up a bowl of broth and handed it to him, and replied in a blunt tone: "Sorry, you have to endure until you finish drinking the soup. Knights will not take off their armor on the battlefield, no exceptions."

"Here, is it still within the scope of the monastery?" Wei Lin asked while drinking soup.