[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

【Huiyue Temple】

Perhaps it was the instruction of the three high priests that Custa would perform the unique healing technique of the mirror clan on Mason every few days. She only performed the treatment every time and did not speak to him.Unlike the rambling Lorca, she will quietly convey some concise and key hints to communicate with Mason about Altai's confession.Mason felt like she guessed a large part of the truth.However, if she knew everything, Mason smiled bitterly inwardly, then maybe it wasn't the healing technique that was applied to him, but the leather whip.

The light and shadow of the day covered Mason's body, stretched slowly, and disappeared into the darkness of night.Mason counted the days silently. Since that night, Lorca has not been here for eleven days.

"You go, don't come to see me again. I am the eye of the devil, you have nothing to do with me."

Mason thought maybe Lorca had finally heeded the advice.But he found that his heart was not as calm and indifferent as his advice to Lorca, he was vaguely looking forward to Lorca's appearance in the passing of time, although it was inconvenient to talk to him, even if it was just to see him.Mason wasn't even afraid of Trista anymore, perhaps because Trista was the closest person to Lorca.He could feel a faint aura belonging to Roca beside Custa.

After the elders analyzed Altai's confession for a few days, Mason gradually gained more freedom.He can no longer wear shackles.His injuries are slowly recovering, and his physical strength has recovered enough to allow him to walk around for a while.

The high priest outside the hut withdrew.After the cataclysm, there is a shortage of manpower to repair the riddled secret realm.The elders sent them where they were more needed.Just arrange for attendants to take care of Mason's daily life.Several layers of magic restrictions were placed around the small courtyard where Mason lived.

Gradually, Mason's physical strength recovered enough to be able to take a walk in the courtyard.Even wearing handcuffs, he can still use a small amount of mana to detect the surrounding restrictions.It made Mason amused that the magic restrictions around the small courtyard were exactly the same as those in the treasure house of the temple.He thought sarcastically that the "Eye of the Devil" could be regarded as a treasure hidden in the depths of the temple.

In his boredom, Mason can only pass the time by researching how to break the magic restriction of the outside world.The days of imprisonment are also very comfortable.

Fifteen days later, when Mason worked out the fifth plan to perfect the ban and the seventh method to break the ban, he finally heard familiar footsteps outside, steady and eager, getting closer, Getting closer and closer, every footstep caused a layer of ripples in Mason's heart lake, and layers of waves surged up, turning into tears and rolling down from his eyes.

He even sensed the fluctuation of the magical energy that Lorca released from the restriction, and Lorca quickly entered the small courtyard. Mason felt that the whole small courtyard seemed to be filled with a warm and sunny atmosphere, but he didn't dare to turn back.

"Mason!" Lorca's voice was full of surprise.Lorca stepped forward.He learned about Mason's recovery from Cuesta, and seeing that Mason was able to stand in the yard with his own eyes, he was even more elated.It's just that Mason looks a lot duller than before.Maybe it was still affected by Yimihua, but Mason has already recovered quite well.Palmer now only has brief waking moments each day and spends most of the time comatose.

Mason adjusted his emotions secretly. He felt Lorca's hand on his shoulder. He turned around slowly. The moment he saw Lorca, Mason froze in shock.

Luoka in front of him was wearing a white priest robe, exuding a faint sacred aura around him, handsome and holy, as if the god of light descended.

Mason was stunned by the shock, the figures in his field of vision overlapped with those in the cave, Mason's sea of ​​spirits set off violent waves, he felt that the sea of ​​darkness turned into countless dark sprites, whispering endlessly, These echoes occupied his spiritual world——

He came back, did he still not come back?I got him and lost him!

The current Lorca is fake!No!He is real!He's always there, he's real!No!He's gone, it's fake, he's gone.

No, this is fake, no, this is true, this is my most perfect work!I finally got him!

He is not a sacrifice, he is Loka, I lost him!

Where is Loka?I want to get him back, even if I can never get close to him again!

Have I still not found Loka?No, no, this is him, he's real, he's always been!

No!He's gone, I've lost him! ...

Mason felt the ground under his feet turn into a soft cloud. He didn't know where he was stepping on. The intense horror almost shattered his soul.Mason felt himself being torn apart by Ling Lie's storm, he was almost overwhelmed by the endless echoes.His vision became more and more blurred, he vaguely felt a warm liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he felt the breath of blood again, when he saw this Luoka in a white robe hugging him, he felt that strong The warmth of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, so powerful, so real, Mason was shattered in this very familiar embrace, no, no, I still lost him, Mason seemed to hear what Lorca was saying, it was just the voice more and more distant.

Lorca's surprise quickly turned to panic when he saw Mason.

Lorca just patted Mason's shoulder eagerly and casually to remind him of his arrival. Then he saw Mason turn around slowly, staring at him blankly. He was about to speak, but found Mason's His face suddenly lost all color and became as pale as salt. Mason looked at him, but his eyes were full of shattered horror, as if it was not Lorca in front of him but an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell that was slowly approaching.

not good!Loka realized that Mason's phobia had suddenly flared up again!Loka hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Mason looked straight at Loka, but his eyes were focused on an unknown distance. His knees gave way and he fell down. Loka immediately supported him with his sharp eyes.

"Mason! What's wrong with you! Hold on!" Loka felt that Mason was trembling violently. He supported Mason with one hand, and put his hand on his forehead to comfort him, but he felt that Mason's breath was disordered like a hurricane. .He saw thick blood flowing from Mason's nose, winding down his pale face, and soon their clothes were stained with shocking bright red.

Lorca had never seen Mason have such a severe attack, and the nosebleeds couldn't stop flowing.In his panic, Loka didn't notice the sudden wind blowing up in the small courtyard, and he didn't have time to care about the pain of the sharp airflow sweeping across his skin.He wanted to use the old method to appease Mason, but found that there was nowhere to start. He didn't dare to cut into such a sudden and chaotic atmosphere rashly.Lorca could only unshackle Mason first, but he felt that Mason's breath became more disordered after he released the restraint on the rhythm of life.Mason muttered uncontrollably with lips as pale as his face, and this curse-like whisper sent a chill down Lorca's spine.

Suddenly Libertas rushed into the wind-ravaged yard, she grabbed Lorca's hand, took off the ring inlaid with amethyst and put it on her thumb, purple light flashed.Lorca felt Mason's whole body shake, and then completely collapsed in his arms.The gust of wind in the yard also stopped instantly, and there were only scattered branches and fallen leaves all over the ground.

The author has something to say:

Lorca, you are going to scare my good friend to death