Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Passing through the frantic ravings and roars, I came to the gray fog.

The magnificent palace, the ancient and mottled bronze long table, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs all stood silently above the gray mist.

Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, showing the yellow-brown parchment, the black round-bellied pen, and the golden oil lamp.

He grabbed the pen and wrote down the divination statement:

"The source of this oil lamp in my hand."

He held the oil lamp in one hand and the parchment in the other, recited the divination statement silently, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.

In a distorted and chaotic world, concepts and rules seem to be materialized. Crazy, chaotic, twisted, and split fill the space. A golden oil lamp is suspended in this world. Changing, radiating into various indescribable forms, it roared frantically, was torn apart by an irresistible invisible force, and gradually approached the oil lamp.

The picture just flashed, and Klein didn't even have time to see the content in it. A huge, violent, mixed frenzied babble, desperate roars and a torrent of endless information, spanning the distance of time and space, the boundary between reality and illusion, directly. Come to Klein.

The severe pain struck, and Klein didn't even have time to scream. He only felt that his body was quickly deformed into a distorted monster, and his head seemed to be bursting all at once.

Then he fell directly from the gray fog, his spiritual body returned to his body, and fainted on the floor of the living room that had not been cleaned completely. His spirituality was completely exhausted and he was on the verge of losing control.

Wang Zichuan suddenly got out of the magic lamp body on the coffee table in the living room. Looking at Klein lying on the ground, he couldn't help but praise him.

"Real warriors dare to face the old days!"

If I hadn't felt the connection and immediately cut off my own divination and the spread of information, I'm afraid I wouldn't have finished the book.

Divination of high-ranking existences will reversely obtain knowledge. Knowledge about the old days, outer gods, etc. is not something that Klein can know at this stage.

Klein on the ground was still in a coma. His brows were wrinkled, his body trembled involuntarily, and he was obviously in extreme pain.

However, Wang Zichuan checked Klein's condition and thought that there was no problem with him. After a while, he would wake up after some spiritual recovery.

The night was getting dark, and the crimson moonlight sprinkled on the floor of the living room through the window, refracting to the whole space, making all the furniture covered with a faint crimson.

In the quiet late night, Klein woke up leisurely. For a moment, he thought he was back to the night he just passed through, the same crimson and the same splitting headache.

But he quickly woke up and remembered that he was devoured by a strange extraordinary item because of his divination, and his spiritual depletion led to his current appearance.

He was afraid for a while, and looked up at the coffee table. The strange oil lamp was still placed in its original position. However, this time, Klein looked at it with extremely complicated eyes, and there was even some fear, as if he was looking at something unknowable. Flood beast.

It has such a high status!

It is comparable to the level of the eternal blazing sun!

It should have a close connection with the evil god.

Oh, what should we do? It would be great if I could ask Mr. Azik for such a dangerous thing.

Klein reached out and touched the cold copper whistle, as if he could draw courage and strength from the copper whistle. He felt a little comfort in his heart.

But I can't explain to him the matter of my resurrection. The most important thing is the matter of Ince Zangwill, and I don't want to involve Mr. Azik in it.

Looking at the dangerous oil lamp on the coffee table again, the thought of throwing it away surged wildly, and was suppressed by force.

If I'm still in the goddess' church, and I'm still a night watchman, I...

Klein smiled, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, preparing to seize the time to rest before dawn, to restore his spirituality and maintain his state.

Since there is no way, let's take a step by step.

It's just that there may be no quilt to cover tonight. The weather is so gloomy and cold at night, and there is no fire in the fireplace, so sleep like this so you won't catch a cold.

Walking to the second floor, he randomly selected one of the four bedrooms, Klein pushed open the door and walked in.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, and was ready to sleep directly with his clothes on.

Suddenly, he found that the bed had been simply made, the bed was covered with clean sheets, there were pillows with pillowcases, and a thick quilt.

This... Mrs. Summer's maid came?

Didn't she see me lying in a coma in the living room?

She must not have seen it, otherwise she would have screamed and ran out to the police, and I might have just woken up from the hospital bed, or was being watched by a few irritable police officers.

Is it an illusion created by that oil lamp? Why does it create hallucinations to hide my anomaly? Is someone controlling it remotely? Or...it has the quality of being alive?

This is too subverting my mysticism common sense! Is it because I don't know enough?

I doubt that the oil lamp can think like a human being. Wouldn't it be wise?

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Backlund's morning was noisy. Klein woke up much later than usual, so he missed breakfast.

He has already thought about the career that suits him to live in Backlund—private detective, and is going to advertise in newspapers.

After a busy morning, the hungry Klein hurried back home after eating a very full lunch, waiting for today's party~www.wuxiax.com~ He entered above the gray fog a little earlier and found the magnificent palace Turned into ruins, the long bronze table is full of the remains of the palace, the high-backed chairs are scattered on the ground, and many are crushed by broken stone pillars.

Giving the idea of ​​restoration, the palace was restored instantly. Klein sat at the head of the long mottled bronze table, actually in a daze.

He sighed that his life had been completely changed, and he summed up his previous mistakes.

You can no longer use everything for divination, and spiritual intuition is not omnipotent. If you don't feel the danger, there must be no danger.

If I just divination about the use and harm of the oil lamp, instead of rushing to divination directly, it shouldn't cause such a big reaction, I almost died, if I die after losing control, I don't know if I can be resurrected or not. , I am afraid that he will be a lunatic even if he is resurrected.

I always feel that this is an unstable factor that will explode at any time, and I still have to figure out the situation of this oil lamp as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Klein showed the parchment and pen again, and wrote down a new divination statement:

"The usage and negative effects of this oil lamp in my hand."

Looking at the words on the parchment, Klein laughed at himself.

I am really frantically testing on the edge of danger.

Reappearing the oil lamp, Klein closed his eyes.

The gray fog filled the air, and the picture was never formed.

Klein opened his eyes and looked at the oil lamp in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Immediately, he smiled bitterly and let the oil lamp in his hand dissipate.

He first clicked on the crimson star corresponding to the little sun, and sent him a reminder to prepare for the party. After waiting for a while, he extended his spirituality and communicated with three familiar stars.

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