Are you looking for me...
As soon as the sound came into his ears, Derik froze, his skin tightened all over his body, and his hair stood up.
Why is he behind me?
Why did he appear in my room?
Where is the seal?
What about the magical item?
Derik's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked back.
But his instinct prevented him from doing this.
And this book is derived from the teaching of the Monster Common Sense class in Silver City and some weird scenes he experienced after joining the patrol:
When someone is talking behind your back, don't rush to turn around!
Derik raised his hands, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and then slowly, half-turned his body little by little in high alert.
There was a deep darkness in the room, which made people unable to see anything at all, but there was a little golden light in each of Derrick's eyes, turning into two miniature suns.
With the help of this Guiguang Man's ability, he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.
The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing the head that was split vertically!
In the middle of the head, two gray-white brains were squirming like life, and they wanted to get closer but could do nothing.
On the cross-section of the brain, the viscous liquid hangs into thin filaments, but it shrinks up like maggots.
The eyes on each side were far apart, and the bridge of the nose was separated from the middle, and the blood was bright.
The half of the mouth on the left was opened, but the half on the right was closed tightly.
The terrifying monster was naked, with dark red wounds all over the place.
The countless wounds cracked open ferociously, revealing rows of white teeth, and they said the same sentence in no particular order:
Are you looking for me...
It paused, and the corners of its mouth and the edge of its wound were all raised:
Look, is it normal for me?
Derik's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he raised his hands that were placed on his chest and clenched into fists, and placed them on his chin as if he was praying.
The narrow room suddenly became bright, and the pure beam of light wrapped around the flames fell from the roof, hitting the monster.
This beam is not as magnificent as Derrick used outside the round tower, because of the seal here, the magical items here isolate the inside and outside.
But at this moment, Derick was stunned to see the sacred beam of light he prayed for suddenly became thicker, so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.
Vaguely, in the magnificent pillar of light, something purer and more intense separated, like a light person without facial features or clothes!
The light man suddenly flashed and pounced on the monster.
All the monster's mouths suddenly opened, as if they were screaming shrillly.
However, Derrick heard nothing.
The monster trembled violently, quickly disintegrating in the burning and illumination of the Light Man, and disappeared like melting.
When it was almost transparent, a phantom suddenly appeared there, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat!
The phantom is dark-haired, dark-eyed, wide forehead, slimming face, and wearing a single-chip glasses made of crystal.
As soon as he appeared, the light man suddenly exploded, and a white light shone in Derrick's eyes.
When he returned to his sight, he found that he had been outside the room at some point, in the corridor with metal lamp stands inlaid, in the dim light.
He turned his head blankly and looked into the room and saw a tall and strong back in dark trousers and brown coat.
In front of her back, on the bed where Derik was originally sleeping, a little dawn-like light quickly condensed onto a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.
Next to the straight sword, a translucent insect was quietly lying.
It is only the length of a thumb, slender and nearly a child's little finger, and the completely transparent color after ring divides it into many sections.
Derrick glanced at me and didn't count the rings in detail. He only felt that there were about ten.
With his back to him, he reached out his hand and picked up the strange translucent insect, and turned his body and sighed:
Almost...
At this time, Derrick finally saw the front of the tall figure:
His hair was gray and careless, and he looked quite messy. He had heavy nasolabial folds, no wrinkles on his eyes and forehead, and some old scars that were deep or twisted on his cheeks.
He was wearing a linen shirt inside, and a belt divided into many grids was wrapped around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, and his whole body looked like a book full of stories.
Derrick was stunned at first, and then spoke in surprise like a dangerous life:
‘Chief’ Your Excellency!
Standing in front of him was the chief of the Silver City Six-Man Clan, a powerful demon hunter, Colin Iliad, who was over one hundred years old!
Colin nodded gently:
We always knew that he had a problem, but in order to find out what purpose the man named Amon had and what strange things were, we deliberately did not clear him directly, but locked him to the bottom of the round tower and sealed it under the influence of magical objects. We often let some extraordinary people with only signs of out-of-control living next door to him and talk to him to see if it could induce him to have some abnormal changes and thus get what we want to know.
Unfortunately, until today, he was normal, but it was too normal.
Why do you think he suddenly changed and suddenly tried to penetrate the seal?How do you feel different from others?
It turned out that I was deliberately arranged to live next to the captain of the exploration team...Derick was silent for a few seconds and said:
Perhaps it is because my extraordinary path is different from others, Sequence 9 ‘The Singer’ and Sequence 8 ‘The Light Prayer’.
That is, the Sun path... If Mr. Hanging Man is right, the Amon family is a descendant of the ancient sun god, then it is normal for me to make him change... Derrick feels that he has grasped a certain truth.
Colin finished listening without changing his expression, looked up and down at Derrick for a few seconds:
We monitored him, and the members of the "Six-Man Clan" took turns to take charge, but unexpectedly, he would suddenly change, without any signs, and he acted very decisively and resolutely.
What did you do in the room just now?
Derrick was thinking about the relationship between the Sun path and the descendants of the ancient Sun God, but he didn't react for a moment. The Chief was asking what he was asking.
After he understood, his head was a little bit muted and he seriously recalled what he had done just now.
I did nothing, just knocked on the partition walls and tried to communicate with him... Before this, before this, I was attending a tarot party...the tarot party!
Derrick suddenly was stunned, feeling that things might not be as simple as he imagined.
He knew that what he was thinking would definitely not be able to tell the chief, but he didn't know what expression to do. He could only maintain his usual lonely and restrained silence and said with thought:
I knocked on the wall and knocked three times.
Before this, the candles in my room were extinguished, and it was dark and I had some of the extraordinary abilities to try to practice my.
Colin looked at Derrick's eyes quietly and said after more than ten seconds:
Unfortunately, what Amon left in his soul was not the original body, and things happened too suddenly, and we failed to get the most desired result...
Before he changed, did you notice something abnormal?
No.Derrick shook his head with considerable certainty.
Two complex dark green symbols suddenly appeared in Colin's eyes, and Derrick's figure was reflected between them.
After being silent for nearly ten seconds, the chief of Silver City closed his eyes and said:
Your condition is stable and you don't need any further treatment. You can go back.
Derrick was stunned and said:
OK
He watched Demon Hunter Colin Iliad turn into the room, pick up the pure white sharp straight sword, and check it over and over.
He took a breath quietly, walked along the aisle and towards the exit, and met the guards who were rushing toward one after another on the way.
He walked back home slowly and closed the door. He carefully observed the surroundings for a while, sat on the edge of the bed, and recited:
Ah, the fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, and you are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck.
I just experienced something terrible...
Derrick told the whole story of what happened before and mentioned his two guesses.
After doing all this, he was much more at peace.
As the tension faded away, he felt strong fatigue, so he lay down and soon fell asleep.
In the quiet and dim room, lightning flashes sometimes illuminate everything, sometimes lingering in the darkness.
The sleeping Derik suddenly flicked his right index finger on his own and he leisurely tapped the bed.
One, two, three...
…………
After the Tarot party, due to the high spiritual consumption, Klein did not go to divine the extraordinary traits and biotoxin bottles, and went straight to the real world and took a nap. He woke up twenty minutes later, pulled open the curtains, and let the brilliance that penetrated the mist bring a certain light to the room.
Sitting on the chair at the desk, Klein calmed down and thought about what he wanted to do recently:
The most important thing is to continue to summarize the ‘Magician Code’ and make adjustments based on subtle feedback from spirituality.
Although the rules such as "not doing unprepared performances", "need to perform on stage," and "good at completing performances in a way that draws away other people's attention" are not a problem for the time being. If you continue to perform again and again, adjust yourself a little bit, I will sooner or later let the potion digest to the level of promotion, but this performance is insufficient and there is also a lack of some important "codes", which will slow the digestion progress and make it insufficient. Maybe it can be promoted in one year, even two or three years.
And Inszangewell will not stay where I am waiting for me!Only by becoming a high-sequencer as soon as possible can I be qualified to take revenge!
Therefore, exploring other 'magic' rules is the first priority in the future, starting with verifying whether the 'audience' applause' will leverage its own spirituality and thus better digest the potion.
Just as Klein was thinking quietly, there was a sudden burst of illusory prayer in his ears.
As soon as the sound came into his ears, Derik froze, his skin tightened all over his body, and his hair stood up.
Why is he behind me?
Why did he appear in my room?
Where is the seal?
What about the magical item?
Derik's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked back.
But his instinct prevented him from doing this.
And this book is derived from the teaching of the Monster Common Sense class in Silver City and some weird scenes he experienced after joining the patrol:
When someone is talking behind your back, don't rush to turn around!
Derik raised his hands, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and then slowly, half-turned his body little by little in high alert.
There was a deep darkness in the room, which made people unable to see anything at all, but there was a little golden light in each of Derrick's eyes, turning into two miniature suns.
With the help of this Guiguang Man's ability, he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.
The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing the head that was split vertically!
In the middle of the head, two gray-white brains were squirming like life, and they wanted to get closer but could do nothing.
On the cross-section of the brain, the viscous liquid hangs into thin filaments, but it shrinks up like maggots.
The eyes on each side were far apart, and the bridge of the nose was separated from the middle, and the blood was bright.
The half of the mouth on the left was opened, but the half on the right was closed tightly.
The terrifying monster was naked, with dark red wounds all over the place.
The countless wounds cracked open ferociously, revealing rows of white teeth, and they said the same sentence in no particular order:
Are you looking for me...
It paused, and the corners of its mouth and the edge of its wound were all raised:
Look, is it normal for me?
Derik's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he raised his hands that were placed on his chest and clenched into fists, and placed them on his chin as if he was praying.
The narrow room suddenly became bright, and the pure beam of light wrapped around the flames fell from the roof, hitting the monster.
This beam is not as magnificent as Derrick used outside the round tower, because of the seal here, the magical items here isolate the inside and outside.
But at this moment, Derick was stunned to see the sacred beam of light he prayed for suddenly became thicker, so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.
Vaguely, in the magnificent pillar of light, something purer and more intense separated, like a light person without facial features or clothes!
The light man suddenly flashed and pounced on the monster.
All the monster's mouths suddenly opened, as if they were screaming shrillly.
However, Derrick heard nothing.
The monster trembled violently, quickly disintegrating in the burning and illumination of the Light Man, and disappeared like melting.
When it was almost transparent, a phantom suddenly appeared there, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat!
The phantom is dark-haired, dark-eyed, wide forehead, slimming face, and wearing a single-chip glasses made of crystal.
As soon as he appeared, the light man suddenly exploded, and a white light shone in Derrick's eyes.
When he returned to his sight, he found that he had been outside the room at some point, in the corridor with metal lamp stands inlaid, in the dim light.
He turned his head blankly and looked into the room and saw a tall and strong back in dark trousers and brown coat.
In front of her back, on the bed where Derik was originally sleeping, a little dawn-like light quickly condensed onto a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.
Next to the straight sword, a translucent insect was quietly lying.
It is only the length of a thumb, slender and nearly a child's little finger, and the completely transparent color after ring divides it into many sections.
Derrick glanced at me and didn't count the rings in detail. He only felt that there were about ten.
With his back to him, he reached out his hand and picked up the strange translucent insect, and turned his body and sighed:
Almost...
At this time, Derrick finally saw the front of the tall figure:
His hair was gray and careless, and he looked quite messy. He had heavy nasolabial folds, no wrinkles on his eyes and forehead, and some old scars that were deep or twisted on his cheeks.
He was wearing a linen shirt inside, and a belt divided into many grids was wrapped around his waist. His light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, and his whole body looked like a book full of stories.
Derrick was stunned at first, and then spoke in surprise like a dangerous life:
‘Chief’ Your Excellency!
Standing in front of him was the chief of the Silver City Six-Man Clan, a powerful demon hunter, Colin Iliad, who was over one hundred years old!
Colin nodded gently:
We always knew that he had a problem, but in order to find out what purpose the man named Amon had and what strange things were, we deliberately did not clear him directly, but locked him to the bottom of the round tower and sealed it under the influence of magical objects. We often let some extraordinary people with only signs of out-of-control living next door to him and talk to him to see if it could induce him to have some abnormal changes and thus get what we want to know.
Unfortunately, until today, he was normal, but it was too normal.
Why do you think he suddenly changed and suddenly tried to penetrate the seal?How do you feel different from others?
It turned out that I was deliberately arranged to live next to the captain of the exploration team...Derick was silent for a few seconds and said:
Perhaps it is because my extraordinary path is different from others, Sequence 9 ‘The Singer’ and Sequence 8 ‘The Light Prayer’.
That is, the Sun path... If Mr. Hanging Man is right, the Amon family is a descendant of the ancient sun god, then it is normal for me to make him change... Derrick feels that he has grasped a certain truth.
Colin finished listening without changing his expression, looked up and down at Derrick for a few seconds:
We monitored him, and the members of the "Six-Man Clan" took turns to take charge, but unexpectedly, he would suddenly change, without any signs, and he acted very decisively and resolutely.
What did you do in the room just now?
Derrick was thinking about the relationship between the Sun path and the descendants of the ancient Sun God, but he didn't react for a moment. The Chief was asking what he was asking.
After he understood, his head was a little bit muted and he seriously recalled what he had done just now.
I did nothing, just knocked on the partition walls and tried to communicate with him... Before this, before this, I was attending a tarot party...the tarot party!
Derrick suddenly was stunned, feeling that things might not be as simple as he imagined.
He knew that what he was thinking would definitely not be able to tell the chief, but he didn't know what expression to do. He could only maintain his usual lonely and restrained silence and said with thought:
I knocked on the wall and knocked three times.
Before this, the candles in my room were extinguished, and it was dark and I had some of the extraordinary abilities to try to practice my.
Colin looked at Derrick's eyes quietly and said after more than ten seconds:
Unfortunately, what Amon left in his soul was not the original body, and things happened too suddenly, and we failed to get the most desired result...
Before he changed, did you notice something abnormal?
No.Derrick shook his head with considerable certainty.
Two complex dark green symbols suddenly appeared in Colin's eyes, and Derrick's figure was reflected between them.
After being silent for nearly ten seconds, the chief of Silver City closed his eyes and said:
Your condition is stable and you don't need any further treatment. You can go back.
Derrick was stunned and said:
OK
He watched Demon Hunter Colin Iliad turn into the room, pick up the pure white sharp straight sword, and check it over and over.
He took a breath quietly, walked along the aisle and towards the exit, and met the guards who were rushing toward one after another on the way.
He walked back home slowly and closed the door. He carefully observed the surroundings for a while, sat on the edge of the bed, and recited:
Ah, the fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, and you are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck.
I just experienced something terrible...
Derrick told the whole story of what happened before and mentioned his two guesses.
After doing all this, he was much more at peace.
As the tension faded away, he felt strong fatigue, so he lay down and soon fell asleep.
In the quiet and dim room, lightning flashes sometimes illuminate everything, sometimes lingering in the darkness.
The sleeping Derik suddenly flicked his right index finger on his own and he leisurely tapped the bed.
One, two, three...
…………
After the Tarot party, due to the high spiritual consumption, Klein did not go to divine the extraordinary traits and biotoxin bottles, and went straight to the real world and took a nap. He woke up twenty minutes later, pulled open the curtains, and let the brilliance that penetrated the mist bring a certain light to the room.
Sitting on the chair at the desk, Klein calmed down and thought about what he wanted to do recently:
The most important thing is to continue to summarize the ‘Magician Code’ and make adjustments based on subtle feedback from spirituality.
Although the rules such as "not doing unprepared performances", "need to perform on stage," and "good at completing performances in a way that draws away other people's attention" are not a problem for the time being. If you continue to perform again and again, adjust yourself a little bit, I will sooner or later let the potion digest to the level of promotion, but this performance is insufficient and there is also a lack of some important "codes", which will slow the digestion progress and make it insufficient. Maybe it can be promoted in one year, even two or three years.
And Inszangewell will not stay where I am waiting for me!Only by becoming a high-sequencer as soon as possible can I be qualified to take revenge!
Therefore, exploring other 'magic' rules is the first priority in the future, starting with verifying whether the 'audience' applause' will leverage its own spirituality and thus better digest the potion.
Just as Klein was thinking quietly, there was a sudden burst of illusory prayer in his ears.
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