World Occult User Guide

Another Lin?

Lin An was stunned for a moment, then realized.

This strange and mysterious person is most likely the envoy sent by Lin Hainan and the conservative family!

Counting the time, about half a year had passed since he landed on the banks of the Kuba River.

The messenger arrived as promised.

"When did he come?" Lin An asked Misulu.

"Two nights ago. This guy's mystery... is quite powerful. The strange thing is that he is not hostile." Misuru said reluctantly, "While being trapped by the [Prophet], he never even resisted. Just sit there silently."

Like Atiksha of [Brahma], most conservative mystics don't like fighting very much.

Lin An thought for a moment and decided to go see Lin Hainan's envoy immediately.

No matter how peaceful a person is, he will inevitably feel resentful after being left out for a long time.

After briefly explaining the follow-up precautions, Lin An rushed to the Presidential Palace along the dirt road in Kinshasa.

The roads leading to Ngaliema and Gombe districts are clear. The high wall that separates the wealthy district from the rest of Kinshasa has been damaged in the war. Fu Bin, the architect of World Tree, did not rebuild it, but It was chosen to let the construction team start paving the road.

The half-built cement avenues gradually connected the entire city, and a slight stench hit our nostrils. It was the construction team rebuilding the messy underground sewers.

The only thing that made Lin An frown a little was that the walls that were once covered with presidential posters were still covered with brightly colored political images. The person who replaced Tshisekedi was none other than Misulu.

Well, he's canvassing for the upcoming presidential election.

If you look closely, you can see that the poster also has the image of World Tree, which may also help to increase the popularity of World Tree and itself. Lin An thought to himself.

The top priority was to get to the presidential palace, and he put his distracting thoughts behind him.

The scene changes from dusty under construction to tranquility, and a private garden filled with flowers and greenery comes into view.

The water column of the central fountain splashes high, reflecting a colorful rainbow in the sunlight.

The moment Lin An stepped in, everything around him was swallowed up by a spiral twist. The rising water drops, lush flowers and trees, and the Roman-style door began to collapse inward.

The shadow of a giant snake flashed past. It hissed at Lin An and immediately got into the inside of the spiral.

The vortex extended outwards, and the scene of the Presidential Palace reappeared.

Lin An, who had only fought against the [Prophet], understood that even though it looked no different from the scene just now, time in this space had begun to repeat infinitely.

Half of the body of the thick python is coiled up in the white arch. The dangerously bright and dangerous color reflects the dizzying light. It spits out its core and lowers its huge head.

"Zai, long time no see." Lin An stroked the python's cold nose with his hand, "Are you still used to life in Kinshasa?"

Half a month after World Tree occupied Kinshasa, Zai brought some members of Mbambuka's [Four Living Gods] to the capital, and Lin An asked them to continue to guard the presidential palace, making it a "safe house" .

The "God of Truth" is not good at fighting and does not like conflicts, and according to Lin An's observation, once involved in a dispute, they need to remain neutral for a long time to digest the increased level of pollution during the period.

Therefore, Zai is only suitable to stay in the base camp.

In a sense, this mysterious person is the "Guardian Beast of the Sect" that I raised...

"I have no past memories, it's just as novel everywhere." Zai tilted his inverted triangle head, "Forest ranger, I have completed my work."

Since losing his memory, this source-level mystic has lost his memory like a newborn baby and is extremely dependent on Lin An and the World Tree.

Even if he has more power than the rangers, Zai is willing to abide by the authority level of the World Tree and complete the tasks assigned to it as the leader of the punishment team.

"Well done." Lin An nodded slightly.

"I also made you a gift." The python rolled up a handmade product with its tail, "Here, take it."

"..."

Initially, civilian authorities reported that Zay had been sleeping and that nothing could excite him.

For a mysterious person, it is easy to have random thoughts in a life of idleness, which can seriously lead to out-of-control pollution, so Lin An tentatively gave Zai a set of carpentry tools.

From then on, this guy was like a switch being pushed, pulling the saw with his tail every day, out of control.

In addition to guarding the presidential palace and dealing with emergencies, Zai immersed himself in his workbench and even helped Fu Bin's construction team make some temporary wooden tools.

If I remember correctly, "Zai" was indeed an ordinary carpenter, and the priest who later lived in his mind was the real prophet of the "Four Living Gods".

Can its current performance be interpreted as Zai’s personality taking over?

Lin An accepted the gift with mixed emotions. It turned out to be a small child puppet wrapped with hemp rope.

"I have one too." Zay raised the tip of his tail, with a puppet of a man with a beard curled up on it. "I don't know why, carving these two images makes me feel happy, and I think you must have one."

Do these two puppets represent Zai's subconscious longing for his dead son? Or is it the embodiment of the prophet's deep desire to start a family?

In any case, Lin An twitched the corner of his mouth and put away the puppet.

I treat you as a subordinate, but you actually want to be my father.

His previous plan to kill Zai if he behaved abnormally, cleanse his memory, and collect new entries and a large amount of media along the way, seems to be no longer necessary.

What kind of threat can a guy who indulges in handicrafts every day pose?

Regardless of whether killing Zai would cause its pollution level to get out of control and fall into madness, Lin An was not sure that Zai, whose memory was blank for the third time, could have such a harmless character.

"Thank you, [Prophet]." He brought the topic to a more formal level, "Where is the person you trapped?"

"He's not here, come with me."

The python squirmed along the edge of the arch. The bright patterns on its body made people dizzy. It was difficult to grasp its exact position and direction with the naked eye. Lin An controlled the [One Eye of God] and saw Zai crawling towards the city opposite the Presidential Palace at an extremely fast speed. go.

Turning the [Philosopher's Stone], he activated the air flow technique to follow.

A low red-roofed building appeared, with a few egg-yellow lanterns floating in the wind hanging on its eaves, a few broken plastic stools and plastic tables at the door, and a string of sunny dolls hanging at the door full of oil smoke.

If it weren't for the war-damaged decoration, it would look a bit like a nondescript building that would appear in Chinatown in Eagle Country.

However, there is no Chinatown in Kinshasa, and even the stubborn Zhongzhou people dare not start a business in the Bantu, where the climate is harsh and the public security is chaotic, let alone settle down.

This place was originally called "Zhongzhou Chowder", a restaurant opened by a mixed-race owner from a certain country in Central China and a Bantu native.

Due to the recent civil war, the place has been deserted, and the life or death of the restaurant owner is unknown.

Lin An took a breath. In addition to the lingering mixed stench of garbage, sewers and animal carcasses, there was also a hint of fragrant smell in the air.

He was familiar with this smell, the special aroma of fresh garlic stir-fried over high heat.

Is someone cooking?

Zai rolled his body into a ball and hid in the shadow of the street corner. Lin An also landed and observed the "Zhongzhou Chowder" restaurant from a distance as the oil smoke drifted out.

"...The lake there is always clear, the air there is full of tranquility, and the snow-white moon illuminates the earth, hiding your deepest secrets..."

The sound of the spatula stopped, and along with a slightly off-key ditty, a figure opened the curtain at the door and walked out with a plate of steaming dishes.

He placed the plate on the plastic table and turned to where Lin An and Zai were.

This man is about 20 to 30 years old. His skin is the color of chocolate, his facial features are delicate, and he has some shadows of Zhongzhou people, but his eyes are blue that is unique to the Xizhou people.

When their eyes met, Lin An suddenly had a strange illusion.

He seemed to be looking into a mirror.

"You must be Mr. Xiao Lin." The young man said with a smile, speaking an authentic Beijing movie, "I'm sorry for being a bit late. I thought you were in the Bantu Rainforest that Mr. Lin mentioned... and it was hard for me to make a fool of myself."

"It's too difficult to stay in that primitive world for half a year." Lin An stepped out of the shadows on the street corner and stared into the young man's sapphire eyes, "What do you call him?"

"Stingle Nahe." The young man held up the bowl in his hand with a smile, "I used the things I found inside to make a bowl of fried pork liver. Unfortunately, the noodles have not risen yet. Mr. Xiaolin, can we eat together?"

What an obvious fake name.

Seeing Lin An's slight hesitation, the young man who called himself Stingle Nach suddenly understood. He quickly took out a silver radio-like object from his pocket. After a few operations, a clear male voice came from inside.

"Ding! The host has been bound! - Hahaha, Lin An, I am your father."

Lin Hainan's tone was a bit naughty as usual, which suddenly aroused Lin An's anger.

This guy had a record of not saying goodbye for 17 years. Finally, he got a chance to see his father and son, and then left him alone without saying a word, and treated him coldly for half a year!

Although he knew intellectually that Lin Hainan, a conservative, was busy fighting against Adelia, Lin An still criticized his various actions.

Just when he was about to speak, Stingle Nach made a "shh" gesture.

"Don't interrupt the recording, Mr. Kobayashi."

"good."

Lin An answered coldly while thinking of a hundred ways to become a dutiful son after meeting Lin Hainan.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the primary task and successfully establishing the sect. The system will issue rewards to newcomers and a 'universal helper' Stingle Nahe! The next reward will be issued in one year. Please keep up your efforts."

At this point in the recording, there was a brief pause, and Lin An couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Lin Hainan, is this what the hell you want to say to me?

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again.

"Xiao An, I'm proud of you." Before Lin An could be moved, Lin Hainan added, "You are a man among men, a male among men! The dominant among men, the ruler among men——"

"I trust your identity, please turn this thing off."

Lin An said to Stingle Nach expressionlessly that his father's mental state was still as worrying as ever.

At least the young man in front of him is indeed a member of a conservative family. No matter what "Stingle Nahe" hides, he is the only bridge between Lin An and Lin Hainan.

The aroma of freshly cooked meat filled his nose. The young man put away his silver communicator, took out two disposable chopsticks, and tore open the wrapping paper.

"Mr. Xiaolin, we are comrades on the same front." He patted the plastic stool beside him. (End of chapter)