World Occult User Guide

After lifting the unconscious hunting team leader down, Lin An found that his deviation value dropped by 0.1%.

Appropriate gifts and appropriate fears...

He somewhat understood the method of increasing or decreasing the deviation value. He turned his gaze to the woman and involuntarily put a "God of Farming" entry [Phantom] suitable for her into the [Edit] column. The latter exclaimed.

Everyone looked at her with concern. Fortunately, she didn't sweat all over her body like the man before, twitched, and her facial features were distorted for a moment, but she quickly recovered as before.

Like the man, she will soon become a Mystic.

This time, Lin An specially put in the mysterious prototype of the disaster level to see how it was different from the Kaidan level.

Since the concept of the Fairy Kingdom is similar to the spiritual world of Karenga believed by the Southerners, even though the woman was in a trance, her entry was not returned.

Then just watch for the moment when they truly awaken.

As for Misulu and the two girls, Lin An planned to get more information about the editing function and then put in entries suitable for them.

He is not the medium of the "Mother of Desire" and cannot change the awakened mystery, and Lin An does not want to waste three mythical or legendary seeds. They can increase his measurement value a lot.

Finally, there is the great elder...

Lin An glanced at her noncommittally and decided to let it be.

If the great elder asks, Lin An will help her awaken; if she doesn't want to, he won't force her.

Lin An was very curious about the secrets hidden by the great elder, because it involved the origin of the spotted lion tribe, the "logger" with black hair and black eyes, and the source of Misulu's potential.

Moreover, the tree diagram of the great elder is similar to that of the bald man. Even if it is entered into an entry, it will only become a ghost story and a disaster level, and there is nothing special about it.

The tribesmen's meeting did not have formalistic rules and regulations, and the process was streamlined. The chief elder's main purpose of convening everyone was to further introduce Lin An to everyone.

She was originally going to talk about the process of the chief's succession ceremony in the evening. When she saw that two of the three speakers in Spotted Lion were confused and one fell into a coma, she had no choice but to sigh and leave with the bald head and the woman, leaving Misuru and two others behind. girl.

However, the great elder did not blame Lin An.

In her heart, Lin An's attitude was already very gentle.

Misulu seemed to be at odds with the unconscious man. When the great elder's figure disappeared, a trace of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

"That kind of scum doesn't deserve blessings, Lord Ancestor Spirit... No, should I call you Tu, Tu Rui?"

"It's Rigel Tulfo, Misuru." The more serious girl corrected, and then she said to Lin An, "Lord Tulfo, I am Meyer, and this is my sister Mezo."

"They are all my sisters." Misuru added, but Meyer gave her an eye roll.

"We don't have a brother like you who left the entire tribe and disappeared for five days at the critical moment of his father's death!"

Misuru scratched his head, not bothering to argue.

"Gulu..." Mezzo leaned on the armrest of the chair with sleepy eyes. When Meyer pushed her, she suddenly woke up and agreed in a daze, "Yes, yes, sister is right."

Lin An cleared his throat and interrupted the conversation between the three siblings.

"Misulu, Mezo and Meyer, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am a distant relative of you. As the elder said, I used to live in Kinshasa until the ancestral spirit of the spotted lion revived in me and guided me. Come here."

"Did your parents disappear during the Great Escape?" Meyer asked rigorously.

The great escape she mentioned was closely related to the "loggers", so Lin An continued to follow suit.

"Actually, I don't know very well. My father left me when I was 5 years old, my mother was basically dead, and the memory I inherited has no record of the Great Escape."

"When the Great Elder met you for the first time, he mistook you for a woodcutter, which shocked everyone." Meizuo seemed to hear the overtones of Lin An's words, and it seemed like he was speaking carelessly, "Sister, I want to Don’t talk about the ‘Great Escape’?”

"Hmph, an old fictional story." Misulu curled his lips, "Rigil...Tulfo...Master Zuling, your name is so hard to pronounce."

Unlike the great elders, they cannot remember Western pronunciation.

Lin An thought for a moment and said, "You can call me 'Lin' in private."

Lin here is the Bantu pronunciation of "forest", which is completely different from Chinese. Lin An is not worried about being guessed by the family.

"Lin, I remember it." Misulu said seriously, "Lin, do you want to know about 'Lumberjack'?"

"Listen to it, it is the inheritance of the Spotted Lion Tribe."

"Growing up, my grandmother often told this story to us brothers and sisters. It was said that the spotted lion tribe once lived under a palm tree, 'Ommumbolombonga', and the baby was born from his arms."

"The palm tree has two heads, a woman on one side and a bearded man on the other. The baby born from the female leaves is weak but gentle; the baby born from the male leaves is violent but good at hunting, and the baby born from the male leaves is violent but good at hunting. It’s a symbol of the reunion of the two.”

"Until one day, a young man with whiter skin than us, black hair and black eyes arrived. He was initially hidden in the darkness, and attacked the ninety-nine tribes living with us in a sinister, cunning and resolute way."

"The young man never left us alive, and blood flowed like a stream between the tents. The blood in the small puddles could be seen everywhere. He caused an unprecedented massacre and cut down the palm trees that gave birth to us, so he was Called 'Lumberjack'."

"It is said that the spotted lion was the hundredth tribe that young people visited. For some reason, he was the only one who did not attack our ancestors. He actually allowed us to leave and hide in this rainforest until now."

Misulu finished talking about this weird and ridiculous past in one breath, and pointed to his chest.

"This happened seventeen years ago. I was still a newborn baby and have no memory of it. Most people in the tribe don't know the details either. They were still half-grown children during the 'Great Escape'."

In the Bantu rainforest, where medical conditions are extremely poor, malaria, epilepsy, and infectious diseases occur frequently, and colds and hunger can kill people, it is difficult for a person to live past the age of 25. Even the hunting team of the tiger fish tribe is only a group of less than two people. Just a ten-year-old boy.

In Eagle Country, they are not yet of legal age to buy alcohol.

The Great Elder is truly a miracle of being alive.

Lin An had occasionally heard reports about Nanzhou before, but it wasn't until he came here in person that he could experience the bloody tragedy firsthand.

"Grandma's words are an exaggeration." Misulu spread his hands, "It should be like this. The spotted lion was driven away by the 'loggers'. He was a person or an organization. In short, he did not allow us to live in the original place. place."

Meyer's thick eyebrows were tied into a tight knot, and even Mezo stopped yawning.

"I don't like the direction of this speculation, Brother Misuru."

"There's no point in escaping. The group of people trading with the Tiger Fish Tribe is one of them."

Misuru clenched his fists angrily.

"That's why I said there is no need to delve into the legend of the 'loggers'. Lin, this is probably a group of companies from the Kingdom of Flanders who drove us away to build hotels or mining sites, and the spotted lion tribe has lost its source of income from logging. Going around in circles to the rainforest.”

"King Leopold's ghost..." Lin An narrowed his eyes.

The Kingdom of Flanders, one of the Low Countries between Pigeon Country and Gramania, is best known in the world for its chocolate, waffles and diamond exchanges.

In the center of Antedul, Hebrews wearing hats are running through the streets, busy manipulating the prices of stocks and diamonds.

This low-lying country has brought countless tragedies and shadows to the Bantu.

Are the Flemish people trading with the Tiger Fish Tribe?

Although Lin An could not sympathize with Bantu's suffering, Flanders and Adelia's [Black City] both belonged to the Western Continent. Although the probability was extremely small, he included this group of people on the danger list.

Let's send an awakened mystic to investigate in the future.

"Call them loggers, call them woodcutters, all I know is that they destroyed Bantu."

Misuru became angrier as he spoke and couldn't help but raise his head.

“Poverty is everywhere here, evil, greed, and injustice are rampant, goats want to lead, cows are running for office, and rats are on the throne of high officials. The world should be a huge garden, but we only have the backyard in front of us. "

"So, what do you want?"

A strange voice sounded, coming from the hyena man who had been silent all this time.

"Me?" Misulu was stunned for a moment, then said firmly, "I want to fight for the prosperity of Bantu! Kill the enemy, protect my relatives, and my friends!"

"That's nonsense. You have no idea what people need." The hyena man smiled coldly, "The people here need witchcraft far more than they need food."

"Are unrealistic legends more important than a meal of broth?" Misulu glared at him.

"There is only one way for the Bantu people to survive, which is to constantly fill their lives with signs of chaos. You have to understand that there are not many people who are willing to be born in this world, and there are not many geniuses who are born to control ice and fire. indivual."

"Thinking about the meaning of life is too heavy and crushing, leaving them frightened and overwhelmed, so you need to give them appropriate strife and hatred. Make sure that when the light comes, you can block the light from the door."

"Otherwise, the Illuminati will raise questions and display doctrines and ideas, but in the end it will only make people more confused, cause social diseases, destroy traditional customs, and introduce worthless weird theories. This knowledge will cause trouble."

The hyena man was not to be outdone, and harsh words popped out from his teeth.

"You can't put an artificial sun. The sunlight will burn the trees, pollute the air, and destroy the night - and night is the secret of the survival of the species and the fate of the people of South China. This is what they told my dad, and it is also the motto he has always followed. "