Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

This shivering man sitting across from me was called Copsty, a public school teacher, and he recounted his journey to becoming a believer of death like a sieve.

Picked up an old man who was about to die, the old man was a mysterious boss, taught him the spiritual dance to communicate with the world, gave him a copper whistle that could summon the **** of death, and gave him a set of incomplete "resurrection rituals" on his deathbed.

After a long period of training, he finally summoned the projection of the **** of death last night.

He anxiously asked the envoy in front of him:

"Has my wish to the **** of death come true?"

Klein felt that this guy didn't even have any common sense in mysticism, so he was so good at digging out a mausoleum.

Think about it with your toes, what is the difference between making a wish with the **** of death and going to the Church of the Storm to pray for the Holy Light?

Klein confiscated his copper whistle that could summon messengers, and warned him to go to the church to surrender, otherwise he could use the tomb he just dug out.

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In the East District, in a single room with poor lighting, a young man with dark brown hair is sitting in front of a shabby table, spreading out white and smooth letter paper, holding a pen with metallic luster that does not match the style of the room, Seriously write.

"Dear Your Excellency Byrne:"

"Recently, Backlund has only one unusual thing related to the rules approach."

"There is a high-ranking evil spirit suspected of being an arbitrator. It attacked and killed a high-ranking person in the Loen army, and plundered his Beyonder characteristics."

"…"

He sealed the envelope and went out, got up and went to the nearest post office.

A figure hidden in the air was quietly watching him.

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On Saturday afternoon, Klein was going to find a circus to observe the magician's performance in order to summarize the acting rules.

The closest circus to the Cragg Club is Les Circus, along the Tussock River.

Klein walked through various tents and came to the entrance of the small theater of the Rice Circus.

He looked at the small blackboard at the door, then bought a ticket to enter.

Randomly found a seat with fewer people around, and Klein sat down to enjoy the beast-taming show on the field.

There were a lot of people in the circus on Saturday, and Klein could only sit a little back.

While waiting for the magic show, he looked around a little bored.

This is a theater with a small construction area. There are rows of seats around the stage, and the aisles are very narrow. Only the small door when entering is open to the audience, and only one person can pass smoothly. The ventilation in the theater was also poor, and Klein could even smell the odor of animals on the stage.

Klein thought about it randomly, and there were always some strange ravings in his mind:

"The first way to save yourself from a sea of ​​fire is to quickly find an escape route."

"When disaster strikes, run away quickly, and don't be greedy for property."

Klein pulled his thoughts back to reality and planned to watch the performance seriously. He noticed a lady with outstanding temperament in the first row.

She has long chestnut hair and wears an old-fashioned fine black gauze bonnet. Just looking at the back of her upper body, she gives people an elegant and noble feeling, which is very harmonious with the style of this small theater.

Such a lady should sit in the luxuriously decorated VIP seats and enjoy the performance at the Royal Opera House.

The lady turned her head suddenly, as if she noticed someone was watching, Klein quickly turned his eyes away.

Bernadette came to Galbien to get the investigation data on the Church of the Witch.

Suddenly, her spirituality was touched, and she felt someone watching her from behind.

"Long time no see, Bernadette."

A familiar voice came to her ears, and she saw a floating man's figure sketched out of the air.

Wishing lamp!

Bernadette turned around and focused her attention on the animals that were forced to operate on the stage.

"What are you here for?"

Bernadette spoke indifferently, and the people around him felt nothing.

"I'll come and see you."

Wang Zichuan said with a smile.

Then he coughed lightly and said in a serious tone:

"I found people from the Moss Ascetic Order in Backlund, they are investigating me and you."

"Because of what?"

"I don't know either, so please investigate."

"Didn't you go looking for your... destined person?"

"Hahaha, but that doesn't prevent me from coming back to see you."

Wang Zichuan replied with a smile, his tone was like a scumbag.

"Do I need to notify you of the results of the investigation?"

"No, I will go to the Serenzo restaurant to find you, and it should be in Backlund this year."

Klein's attention returned to the stage. The animal taming performance ended quickly, followed by a love drama with a simple plot, which made Klein, a single aristocrat, sigh.

Finally, a magician wearing a tuxedo, an exaggerated top hat, and slightly gray hair on the temples appeared.

Are people of this age also going to perform? Everyone's life is not easy.

Just listening to an audience member next to him excitedly explaining to his companion:

"It's a special show! Mr. Codo's magic watch is amazing, beyond your imagination! He rarely appears on stage."

Uh...is it a master-level magic show? I feel like I won my ticket today.

Klein quickly straightened his body and watched carefully.

This Mr. Kodo first performed several regular events, such as flying pigeons in playing cards, rabbit in a hat, and escape from a secret box.

Klein originally thought that he could see through magic tricks, but he found that he was distracted by the magician at key points, and unconsciously let him achieve his goal. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Klein summed up the rules he just realized, and looked at the stage with more interest.

Mr. Codo then performed bullet-catching with bare hands, water walking, body cutting, and the Great Transformation.

This is not scientific!

No, this is so mysterious!

Klein turned on his spiritual vision and carefully observed the magician performing on the stage, and found that his physical aura was too healthy, not at all like what he should be in at his age.

The color of his emotions is lively, and it can be seen that he enjoys this kind of performance and is not worried at all about making mistakes.

He wouldn't be an extraordinary, would he!

Beyonders still need to work in the circus!

Yes, I'm not just a private detective looking for cats to catch rape. I can't say, I can also apply for a magician in a circus. Not only can I earn extra money, but it may also help digest potions.

After watching the magic show, Klein went back to the Cragg Club again, and went home after a meal.

In the evening, he has other plans. He plans to go to the Harvest Church to confirm the clues of the medicine potion formula.

He cut out a few more paper figurines that could barely make out the human shape, put on the playing cards, and put matches and oil paint vials in his pocket.

Outside the Harvest Church, Klein carefully painted himself with paint, preparing to sneak in through the side door.

In an apartment on China's Rose Flower Street diagonally opposite the Harvest Church, in a single room facing the street, a man sat bored by the window and glanced at the small church with the holy emblem of life from time to time.

What is there to monitor in this broken church? It doesn't even have a believer, just a savage bishop who stays inside all day long and never goes out.

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