World Occult User Guide

With the Prophet's death, the fragments of time collapse.

The lines on the python's body shattered, and Lin An went through six reincarnations before being peeled off like a piece of film and fell into the bottomless water, becoming a past that is difficult to trace.

The world fell into darkness and he was enveloped in pure darkness.

This is a lightless space, and his physical eyes and [God's One Eye] perspective lose their function.

Lin An could only raise the middle finger of Fatima's hand, and shadows whispered in his ears.

“The less you see, the more you think.”

Lin An was familiar with the ancient Bantu language used by the fingers of the Great Creation God in these words. After careful identification, he guessed that he had entered the world after the death of the prophet.

Due to the severe damage to the prophet's memory, this place is hazy and bizarre.

The characteristic of the Nanzhou ancestral spirit prototype is that the mysterious person has the memory of his ancestors, which saves some time in learning the world of "Comes". The disadvantage is that it makes people highly mentally unstable and easy to lose their original personality and ideas.

Listening carefully, Lin An found a burst of nature's sound. The soul-stirring sound was like a sacred hymn.

Is it Mezo?

Lin An opened the [World Tree] system, confirmed that the source of the sound was Mezzo from the outside world, and followed it.

"when."

His foot kicked something on the ground, which seemed to be a clay pot.

Lin An knelt down and put his hand in to touch. There were three eggs and two lumps of fine dust inside. Mezuo's melodious voice stopped singing and spoke instead.

"Put white ash on your face."

"good."

Lin An did as he was told and used paint in a clay pot to draw circles around his eyes, which enabled him to see things beyond the material world.

The light perception has recovered a little, but is still very weak.

Looking around, he found himself in an indigo sky, as calm as the sea, with its own light and its own colors - red, blue, and white, as beautiful as a rich medieval oil painting.

Wherever he looked, white lights disappeared suddenly. Lin An used the corner of his eye to see a huge stone standing not far away, like a forest god's head carved by a skilled craftsman, guarding ancient secrets.

The soft light carves out a pair of intelligent and cold eyes on this giant head, gently soothed by the eternal shadow.

Lin An walked deeper in the direction of the statue, and heard the sound of rustling pythons crawling by, the tinkling of bells, the flapping of wings, and the whispering of the wind as he walked in. Bi Luo's whisper.

Soon, he came to a clearing.

Everything was silent, and a group of slender figures formed a white circle, each wearing a mask on their face and inlaid with gems.

The figures were motionless, incredibly quiet, stretching out their long necks, with various diamonds and crystals sparkling on their long necks.

As the wind changes in strength and weakness, the color of the gems sometimes becomes dazzling and sometimes dull.

The soft bells tinkled again, the sound of low chanting echoed slightly, and the wind began to rise in the forest again.

Before Lin An could take a closer look at the masks of these people, a blue mist obscured them, and they slowly walked towards him as vague shadows.

Lin An knew that these things were called "Minkisi", wooden statues made of ceramics, cloth, and wood, wearing gorgeous jewelry and knotted belts. They were used to worship or be buried in place of the dead, representing the soul of the living. image in the eyes.

They are not stereotyped and can be any ghost who died at any point in time.

It’s time to use the second sense of the Hands of Fatima – touch.

The tactile sensation was on the little finger. Lin An raised this finger and used it to brush the figure's face one by one until he touched a distinctive depression on someone's face.

This is a mask that Lin An commissioned the sacred blacksmith Fenzi to make. Misulu used the awakened Nomo to draw a series of lines on the surface of the mask.

These come in the form of puns or symbols, such as a cross with circles at both ends, representing the four hours of the sun.

It can be used as a hiding place for troubled souls, maintaining order.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

Feeling Lin An's touch, the figure in front of him muttered to himself.

"I am [Forester], your name is Zai." Lin An said sincerely, "Please let me get out of here, I am tired of staying here."

Hearing these two words, the figure suddenly became short of breath, grabbed Lin An tightly with his hands, and kept shaking him. The extremely painful silence was conveyed to him through body language.

"What did I forget? Tell me, what did I forget?"

"You have forgotten the past, but it doesn't matter. As the ancestral spirit of the Bantu people, I will guide you to find the meaning of survival again."

"Ancestral Spirit...Ancestral Spirit..."

Erratic light filled the night, and those lights rotated rapidly in front of Lin An's eyes. Then the wind changed, and the figure released its hold on Lin An's hand. A bunch of yellow things like stamens grew out of the empty eye sockets behind the mask.

When he spoke, his voice was unpleasant and harsh, and the breath of death hit his face.

"Do you want me to witness a new era?"

"Wrong, I will lead you to create a new era."

The figure thought for a moment, then walked forward softly, Lin An followed behind him, the velvet vast starry sky breathed deeply, the sound of hooves and footsteps echoed softly, but it was not just the two of them.

The mysterious and distant silence was broken, and the air turned into an invisible wall. Lin An only heard something suddenly crack, and the fragments gathered into waves of sound.

Countless dead people let out shrill wails, mixed with lamentations, shouts, lamentations, and regrets. They cried endlessly, they threatened, they betrayed their faith, and they dreamed of eternity.

They were furious and listed out the life they should have had, but now they can only become unburied souls who died unfortunately, complaining and complaining. Lies and silence were like nails hammered into their sleep. Their sighs were meaningful.

"Those voices are calling me back." The figure paused.

A bouquet of yellow flowers grew on his head. Lin Jing stared at the familiar color. Passionate words came to his throat, replacing the indifferent evaluation that almost blurted out.

"Ignore them, just go your way. Even if the ghost's lessons are beneficial, death must be forgotten. Only rebirth can create new melodies, create new stories, redeem new lives, and transform suffering into Miracle."

The figure was silent for a long time, sighed with relief, and took off his mask as he spoke.

"Hearing what you say makes me want to walk under the light."

Strings of rhythmic purple light poured towards Lin An, and he found that the yellow flowers in the figure's eyes and on the top of his head were in full bloom, covering the entire head, and the flowers were in full bloom.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the energy in the surrounding space collapsed like dominoes, being "exploded" to pieces.

A cold feeling flowed through, and when Lin An opened his eyes again, what came into view was the office of the Lambridge Hotel that had woken up from the fragments of time countless times.

Different from the repeated time, it is no longer cloudy and rainy outside the window, but a beautiful day with the sun shining brightly.

I finally came out.

A burst of warmth and softness immediately hugged Lin An tightly from behind, and the smell of cola nut coffee filled his nose, making him feel at ease and comfortable unconsciously.

"Lin, you're back."

Mezuo buried his head in Lin An's waist, nuzzling him like a puppy.

…………

At the presidential palace in Kinshasa, Tshisekedi opened his eyes.

His face turned pale, and his hair fell to the ground one by one. His thick short hair instantly turned into Cheng Liang's bald head.

This is the consequence of using that mystery.

And his expression changed from calm to manic, and he bit the penholder with his teeth, making a creaking sound.

"It worked...but why am I so uneasy?"

After a long moment of silence, the president stopped meditating and changed to a more upright sitting posture. He raised his left and right hands in turn and nodded his eyebrows. The energy of the palm trees surrounded him and solidified into nails, blades or other sharp objects in every vital part of his body. shape.

The moonlight reflected sparkling water patterns on the wall, and Tshisekedi put his hands on his abdomen.

It is blocked by a clear mirror. The glass represents the "other world" where the souls of the deceased live. The general image of a woman appears in the reflection inside.

"Pfft!"

When the woman's appearance stabilized, Tshisekedi gritted his teeth suddenly, and all the floating sharp objects were inserted into his body. What flowed out of the wound was not bright red blood, but resin with a faint fragrance.

They fall on the mirror, tracing the outline of the woman, like seeds that allow the soul to copy itself.

Her face is similar to that of the president, but it is also subtly different from the previous female image.

It doesn't matter, the rough error can be solved with makeup.

Tshisekedi applied the prepared white precipitated soil on top of the resin to form a protective film, like an eggshell, completely covering the living human being.

finished.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to reveal his new female body. Unexpectedly, when his fingertips touched the white sediment, a line of spiderweb-like cracks "clicked" to appear.

"what happened?"

The cracks crawled all over the surface of the eggshell, from top to bottom. As if that wasn't enough, they even spread on the office carpet until they filled the room, filling every nook and cranny.

"Who are you--"

Tshisekedi's pupils contracted and he was about to say something when an arthropod thigh covered with fine downy hair touched his throat.

"Shh, don't make a sound, it's going to be bad for you."

An extremely ordinary, sheep-like voice sounded. In the darkness, Tshisekedi saw the other person's smiling face and his six slender eyes narrowed into slits.

His hands and feet immediately became cold.

There is a flaw in Tshisekedi's mystery. In order to maximize his power, he must have two male and female clones.

When the two avatars are combined, his personality is irritable, impulsive and eager.

His fighting style will also be chaotic. When completely different energies are combined, it is by no means the sum of one plus one is greater than two. They will only drag each other down.

The most important thing is that he can't avoid death through clones.

There is no doubt that this is when he is at his weakest.

But now I am having trouble...

"Did [Heidu] send you to kill me?" Tshisekedi asked through gritted teeth after a long confrontation.

"How should I put it? I am an investigator appointed by Mr. Metaronte; as for killing you, it is the commission of 'Alfonso III'." The man answered.

"Lord of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce?" Tshisekedi never expected to hear this name, "Why is he like this?"

"Isn't this the best boss to avenge his employees and ask for an explanation?"

"..."

"Just kidding, here's the thing. A few days ago, Alfonso III divined your fate through the stars, and he foresaw your death soon, so he told Mr. Metalonte about it."

"Sir has always been loyal and can't bear your death. Since Alfonso III's prophecy is related to the 'New Seven Sins Demon Lord', he thinks that as long as he drives you out, he can naturally avoid the future that should be determined."

"However, this made Alfonso III less happy."

"What I can't figure out is that he clearly has no enmity or enmity with me, let alone a conflict of interest."

The goosebumps on Tshisekedi's throat have turned into allergic hives, making his whole body itchy and unable to scratch.

The man let out a creepy laugh and spoke in a conspiratorial tone.

"The power of 'prophet' depends on 'faith'. The God of Destiny gave Alfonso III the power of divination, so he can predict your death date. Then once he changes your death through divination, it means His foresight of death was wrong."

"Doesn't this mean that the ability given to him by fate is invalid? Since the ability to predict is invalid from the beginning, then this change in the ending is also invalid."

"It's a simple logic question. Your survival embarrasses him."

Tshisekedi was stunned in place, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, a sense of dissonance came to his heart, and he shuddered involuntarily.

"But why does Alfonso III want to check the date of my death? He and I have always been on the same page, and are even cooperative allies!"

"Who knows? I have nothing to do?"

"No...it's you! It can only be you! - Why!"

"It's love."

The man's seven legs rubbed against each other, removing the sediment. He hugged Tshisekedi like a hug, put his lips to his ear, and blew into it, which was hot and wet.

"Because I want to get the love of 'Lin'... let him love me..." (End of Chapter)