World Occult User Guide

"Using 'ghost' to describe yourself is too much, Lin Sang, don't belittle yourself."

After Sasaki said this, the other party did not respond for a long time.

He turned his head and found that the eyes of the little man in the bottle were empty and lifeless. Lin An's consciousness had returned to the surface of the planet surrounding it.

Sasaki sighed. He originally regarded this mission as a forced international trip, but people's hearts are full of flesh. He and Lin An have been together for three years, and they have feelings for each other even if they have a pet.

What's more, Lin An is a real person and his roommate.

Now that he was feeling so uncomfortable, Sasaki felt quite uncomfortable. After much thought, he decided to call his sister to complain.

"Ah hey, ah hey, look around at the platinum world..."

There is a large house deep in the woods. Exquisite flowers and plants are planted in the front yard. There is a pond surrounded by stones on the road leading to the lattice door. Goldfish spit bubbles and pink cherry blossoms fall on the quiet pond, dizzy. Ripples started.

The spring breeze blew through the sunny dolls under the eaves, and the crisp bells jingled.

Bathed in the warm early spring sunshine, the girl rocked the wooden shoes on her feet, eating senbei and clicking on her flip phone.

Her white and small fingers quickly passed over each button, and the "beep beep beep" prompts were heard endlessly.

The ringtone rang, startling the girl, and she reluctantly answered the phone.

"Meiya!"

"How many times have I told you to call me Maria!" The girl crunched her teeth into the senbei, "What's wrong, you idiot brother?"

"My mission in Eagle Country is over. I'll be back soon." The gentle male voice seemed to have found an outlet, complaining loudly, "Oh, you don't know how uncomfortable I am with living there. It's been three years, and my takeout money The total is more expensive than the takeout itself..."

The girl said "Hmm, that's awesome" to him, changed her position, and continued to edit the post.

Heviaaaa: The poster is simply unfounded. How do you know that no one wanted to prevent the disaster in Detli City and Eagle Country? God still loves humans, and the world will not be destroyed so easily~

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The rain stopped, but it became foggy and the branches were dripping with water.

The winding stone masonry of the Hermitage waterway was washed by the active spring water. The weather was foggy for days, and the cold hurricane rolled up the blue-gray clouds, so that the Neva River was hit by the wet wind and surged. The water surface rises and falls silently.

The vicious cold current passed through the north of the Bear Country at an icy pace, bringing a dusty mist to the south.

The budding albizia trees were frozen stiff, tits jumped among the poplars and birch trees, and the biting cold wind blew through the bare woods, just like the muffled voice of an old man who had lost all his teeth in the winter.

The gloomy weather makes people melancholy and numb.

The woman with long light flaxen hair picked up a glass of transparent and colorless vodka and took a few sips.

The scalding alcohol rolled down her throat, making her cheeks turn red. Only in this way did her rigid, stubborn, cold and almost stern appearance appear milder.

The woman put down the letter in her hand and turned to look at the computer with a bright screen on her desk. The forum with a black background almost exploded, with thousands of posts being posted and replied to every second.

As an active and old user of the forum, her background "di-di-di" kept ringing.

The woman took another sip of vodka, thought about it, drank it down, sat on the creaking chair, and typed a reply with both hands.

Fogлес: It is true that the unknown will bring panic, but this is not a reason for us to give up on ourselves. Let the dead bury the dead. Since we have life, we should live and live happily.

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The violet flames soared, illuminating the whole world like some kind of cave prophecy scene, casting long shadows on the rough cloth like denim, casting a god-like phantom.

"Dong——"

The bell rang, distant and solemn, echoing throughout the Holy City, as if coming from the sky.

The man opened his eyes, and the phantom faded away, replaced by pure white ceramic tiles and towering marble columns.

He flicked his fiery red robe and passed through the corridors hung with oil paintings and filled with sacred objects. Those ancient and immeasurable works depict familiar New Testament stories, making faith the only theme here.

A saint sells his property and pursues peace of mind in the wild; a saint righteously kills his relatives and kills his sin-ridden son; a saint resolutely abandons his title and ascends to heaven regardless of worldly obstacles.

The distant and towering dome calms the man's mind, as if the divine spirituality is close at hand.

Passing through a quiet and sacred corridor, the warm sunshine of spring falls from the colorful rose window, as if it is the spiritual door given by heaven to mankind.

Facing the Crusaded Savior, the man clasped his hands and repeated a Latin prayer.

"Cruorem bibo, carnem devoro; ex voluntate Dei (blood and flesh in the name of God)."

Finally, he lit a candle on the altar, and the holy scent of incense filled the air.

This is an apocalypse.

The man was extremely sure of his piety.

Until night, when he took off his cumbersome clothes and lay on the bed, propped his head on his elbows, and logged into his account with great interest, he found that the ignorant people in the world were going against him.

CreazionediAdamo: You do not understand the meaning of this catastrophe, which opens the door to true immortality, making the short life immortal, and all other worldly experiences are nothing but illusions produced by the soul in the body.

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The fierce heat wave fell directly on everyone's hoods, and the scorching sun passed through them and rose from the road.

Women were washing their gauze in the turbid Ganges River, and the flames were crackling and burning on the river bank. The ashes were scattered on their faces in the wind, but the latter took it for granted.

A few idle men in tattered clothes gathered together to listen to the monk's sermon. The latter's voice was beautiful, peaceful and peaceful, echoing in the dusty poverty.

He discusses the truth of suffering, its origin and its end, in serene and clear terms.

"Suffering is the reality of life, but the way out of suffering has been discovered. By following the Buddha, you can escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

The monk preached in the usual way, and his bright and quiet tone hovered over the listener, like light and shadow, like stars, like white cattle passing by in groups with bells around their necks.

On the other side, a young man with beeswax skin opened his eyes under a mango tree. His elegant face was neither sad nor happy, but seemed to be blooming with a gentle smile from the heart.

Not long ago, he embedded his soul into the body of a heron, flew over forests and mountains, devoured fresh meat, endured the hunger of the heron, and cried like a heron; when he saw the body of a homeless man lying on the street, his soul penetrated into him, Walking in the busy Eagle Country.

The moment he completed his training, the alien spirit flowed back and destroyed him.

He experienced a complete death, decay and dust.

But he always comes out of concentration again, returns to "me" under the sun, and spins around in reincarnation.

The young man took out his mobile phone placed between his knees and replied to Aite's post in a confused manner. The words were a little incomprehensible, but unexpectedly full of wisdom.

: Life is destroyed again, but I am still here. We are all part of the unknown.

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"Crunch——"

A battery-powered car stopped in front of the half-open glass door, and a woman in her late fifties got out.

"Same as usual, no coriander, no green onions, more salty sauce, more mustard."

It was a good time in spring, and the stall owner with his legs crossed was shaking an old cattail leaf fan with a missing hole, closing his eyes and meditating. His black hair was blowing in the wind, and he actually seemed to be floating in the dust with a bit of fairy spirit.

Hearing the woman's voice, he sat up suddenly, and the demeanor he had just now disappeared, or disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a strong smoke and smoke from the market.

"I'm coming."

"Five yuan?" The woman took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code.

"We are all neighbors, so I count you 4.5." The stall owner skillfully picked up the batter and spread out a pancake on the frying pan, "No, it's already this time. Sister Haiyan, I won't charge you today." "

Before he finished speaking, a mechanical sound sounded in the corner.

"Blue bubble arrived, 4.5 yuan."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the woman coughed awkwardly.

"Xiao Wang, what kind of wind is this blowing?"

"Just a quick calculation, I've been running the pancake and fruit stall downstairs for ten years, and it's almost time to return to my job." The stall owner broke open the pancake and fruit stall and split it into two parts with a spatula. "Sister, recently The season has changed, please take care of yourself."

"Business is so sluggish, even you have to move out of our village." The woman said a few words and couldn't help but change the topic, "I just had this money..."

"Just think of it as a one-time payment for treating me to your nephew Douzhier for so many years." The stall owner laughed and said, "Closing!"

After that, he clasped his hands behind his back and left his shop, leaving the stunned woman behind, carrying a plastic bag containing pancakes and fruit, at a loss.

The phone buzzed and vibrated. The stall owner took it out and looked at it. He couldn't help but laugh and wrote a reply.

DaoFaZiRan: Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased tree.

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The night was as dark as paint, and the fine sandy ground swallowed up the sound of a man with a bird's head and human body landing on the ground.

It walked next to the buildings and looked at the ancient capital city of Memphis with its slightly illusive and sparse crowds.

The Nile River flows gurglingly, bringing the breath of life.

The bird-headed traveler entered a tavern with plaster walls and straw mats. The drinkers toasted and clinked glasses enthusiastically. The owner of the hotel displayed a double-eared pointed-bottomed urn from the Delta or Greece and loudly boasted about the merits of his own collection.

In the hustle and bustle, it alone remained silent.

The cold, incongruous light illuminated its bird-head mask. This light did not come from a torch, but from a machine that glowed autonomously.

Swipe the phone screen with your fingertips, electronic letters flash across the eyes behind the mask, and a large amount of information pours into its mind, but it does not interfere or affect anything.

The north wind howled past the pyramid, and the desert night was extremely cold, as if it was about to exterminate all things, leaving no trace of mercy, as if it was the prelude to the troubled times it was witnessing.

But in the desert, there are still stubborn weeds sprouting up, waiting for the dawn to revive.

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The little canine looked at the illusion rotating above the temple. The rainbow was beautiful and peaceful. There were many animals and human faces smiling, and the surroundings were colorful.

There are birds singing in the distance, horses neighing happily, deer whistling in some places, bison lowing, and gerbils digging their burrows.

Until the illusion suddenly shattered, and hateful light and lightning flashed out from the dark west.

The storm overwhelms the rainbow, there are lightning and thunder everywhere, great sounds keep coming, roars and roars are endless.

This made Little Canine's heart thump, and made exclamations echo throughout the rainforest, until the light slowly rose from above the temple again, flashing continuously and breaking through the sky.

Then the light dimmed, spread, and disappeared, but many herbs grew where it shone.

Before Little Canine could understand the meaning of the change, the gods of Lower East Continent hurriedly picked herbs, collected them and sent them to the temple.

So the little canine tooth understood the illusion. It turned out that the Holy Spirit of the Thirteenth Heaven was attacked, and then it retreated to the temple and grew countless self-healing plants, allowing its followers to treat it.

Not only that, she also gained more insights from the vision.

"Holy grass cheers at the door."

The purifying wind blew the little canine's long hair, the colorful feathers quivered, and the moose looked at her with its pure black eyes.

"We have been enjoying the cool under the dense sacred trees in our hearts, the great eyes are watching us, and the morning glow is endless."

"He will not come." The rumble of thunder fell, and the thunderbird stopped on a branch not far from the little canine. "We are not the beginning of his national ring, and the world is a circle. He is destined to start from us. Slip away."

"Perhaps you should find a more suitable young man." Beaver got half his head out of the mud, "For example, from our native tribe, from another native tribe, and from that native tribe."

"But there is no second Lin An in the world." Little Dog Ya said.

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Opening his eyes again, Lin An returned to the "safe room" that transformed into a unique study.

The old man wearing a monocle sat behind the small basswood coffee table, seemingly waiting patiently and gracefully.

"You look a little more energetic than before." The Duke commented with a smile.

"It's time to plan a new adventure, Brother Tongzi." Lin An gestured to him to hand over the pen, hold it with his index and middle fingers, and turn it in a circle, "Tell me the information about [Black City]."

"Of course, after all, we have a lot of time together. But before that, please allow me to show you the Mysterious Encyclopedia 2.0, Lin An. In order to allow you to integrate the 'Lamp Goddess' more smoothly, I will provide a new guidance interface. .”

The Duke spreads his arms, data flying among the quaint and elegant furniture, like a cross between The Matrix and Downton Abbey.

The characters are gathered together, introductions with familiar translation accents are lined up, green glowing fonts display a brand-new panel, and overview-like quotations come into view.

"You are already full of divinity and are worshiped and feared by the world."

"And now you have gained humanity, which stabilizes your body."

“Because you are everything you believe in.”

【End of Volume 1】(End of this chapter)