Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He is not more than fifteen years old, and he squats like a forest monster described in the story of a stranger. Severe malnutrition caused the boy's bones to almost bulge out of flesh, as if there was nothing left in his body except bones.

"hungry......"

　　 The boy said again, staggering towards Jenkins. He was standing at the door, so the distance between the two was very close. But he didn't touch Jenkins in this pounce, as if he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

　　 Jenkins frowned. If he remembers correctly, the place where the invisible barrier sits should be the door of the house.

　　 He wants to use divinity to solve the upcoming killing game. Although the crooks have a very high priority in this world, the power of God is the ultimate power of this world.

　　 But Jenkins did not use his divinity after all, because he felt that the boy's appearance was a bit familiar, and then he felt that the rice bag was familiar.

　　 He stared at the boy's dark eyes. Those eyes had no whites, like black holes that absorb light, trying to **** Jenkins' soul in. But this is impossible, because Jenkins's soul is heavy enough.

　　 The boy tried in vain to enter the house through the door in the real sense, but in vain. Eventually he stopped and opened his meter pocket, and a deeper and more bizarre dark world was slowly covering reality...

　　 "Peter?" (Note)

　　 Jenkins called out the name, and then the boy's movement of opening his pockets stopped. The shriveled head slowly lifted up, looking directly at Jenkins's face.

　　 This boy is an aboriginal of the world that Jenkins fell into when he triggered [Astral Perception] and overlapped [Xinghai Emblem], and then [Magic Conch] told him the name of the world was [Shadow Kingdom].

　　 In the home of the boy Peter, Jenkins in the spiritual state treated a middle-aged man with [contact therapy] and gave them a bag of food using [read writing].

　　 This is what happened on the night after the end of [Twin Devil] last fall. At that time, Jenkins, who was still very immature, had the first in-depth understanding of the world outside the material world.

　　 That was also the opportunity for him to contact the Protoss, but time passed so long that Jenkins almost didn't recognize the boy's face just now.

　　 "Are you... a god?"

　　 is still the voice with a strong accent. When Peter summoned Jenkins, he thought he was a god. Although Jenkins didn't know what he relied on and recognized him at this moment, it is actually correct to call him "God".

　　 "Oh, really you?"

　　 Jenkins asked, he noticed that the rice pocket was closed again, so although he still maintained the action of lifting the light-emitting cube with his right hand, he did not immediately absorb the divinity inside.

　　 Chocolate poked his head out of Jenkins's arms and looked at everything in front of him curiously. The cat does not glow, but blends well with the dark background, as if there are no cats there.

　　 "Oh, God..."

　　 The boy staggered back two steps, then crawled down. Since the ground is now swallowed by darkness, it is more like he is shrinking into a ball flush with the soles of Jenkins' shoes.

　　 "Oh, God~"

　　 The boy repeated these words, lowering his head a little bit, trying to step back. Jenkins noticed that the darkness around him was disappearing with his movements, and he could already feel the unique smell of the block at night.

　　PS: If you don’t remember what happened, please re-read the first act: A short journey to the Kingdom of Shadows.

Section 989 Chapter 971 The Second Road

　　 "Wait, Peter, don't go, why did you become like this?"

　　 The subtle wind was felt by Jenkins's skin, and the darkness that overlapped the material world was fading. Jenkins is sober, he knows that now is one of the few opportunities to learn the secrets of the outside world. Ordinary crooks, but never talk to him like this.

　　 "God, this is the gift of the master, my dedication, and the opportunity for mortals..."

　　 "I don't understand what this means, don't go so fast!"

　　 The doorknob reappeared in Jenkins' hands, and the material was returning.

　　 "The ruler is in charge of the Kingdom of Shadows, and dedication makes the soul live forever. This is the second way for mortals and the opportunity given to us by the great ruler..."

　　 "Damn, can you say it again in a common language I can understand?"

　　 The first ray of light appeared in this dark world, and the floor underneath reappeared. This represents the complete return of reality, or the return of Jenkins.

"God, you saved me; but the ruler is the owner of the shadow land. When the seventh eternal day of the kingdom comes, the ruler will be in the sacred church, giving grace to the devotees of shadows and the lightless Pious man, the great master provides me with a chance to be tested, that is..."

　　 There was no sound anymore, and the boy withdrew from the material world along with the dark tide. When the sound of insects on the spring night appeared in his ears, Jenkins once again overlapped with the material world, still holding the doorknob.

　　 "The master's grace? The second way? What do you mean?"

　　 was thinking, suddenly a huge force pushed the man back, and then the door closed automatically. Jenkins frowned and looked at the door of his house. After dozens of seconds, he looked back. The women really lost consciousness and lay on the floor of the hall.

　　 "The Kingdom of Shadows...the test of the dominator...a trick..."

　　 Jenkins repeated these words, trying to find the connection. The boy Peter is obviously no longer a human being. Although it looks terrifying, it is obviously a special way of existence that is higher than the form of human existence.

If the time lapse of the Shadow Kingdom and the material world where Jenkins is located is equal, then within half a year, he must have been exposed to the so-called "grant of the master", so he became what he is now and came to the material world. .

　　 "The master is creating tricks?"

　　 Jenkins asked himself in his heart that most of the current sources of deception are from deception, and deception is obviously related to those who dominate the world.

　　 But there is clear evidence that some tricks were born in the material world, and there are enough descriptions to explain their birth process.

　　 "So the deception is really made by the dominator, and the terrible things in it are formed by the aboriginal people who dominate the world?"

　　 Jenkins came to this conclusion, but he couldn't understand the meaning of doing this more and more.

　　 The ruler will not be invading the material world, because with their terrifying power they can directly interfere at any time. Then the meaning of creating a paradox is very intriguing. For those items with permanent aura, some of them may be born naturally or by coincidence, but man-made manufacturing must have an existential meaning and purpose.

　　 "The second way? What is the first way? I know a shortcut, but these two things shouldn't be related, right?"

　　 It is a pity that Jenkins does not have time to think about this now. When he tried to wake up Miss Audrey and Miss Broniance, the fifth knocker had been driven away by him.

　　 The two women didn't seem to be able to wake up in a short time, even though there were no scars on their bodies. Jenkins must also end this as soon as possible, and then go to the church for help.

　　 "Maybe I can try divination, even if I still don't know anything."

The first two divinations were performed by different people through different methods. Jenkins didn’t know much about dice and card divination, so he organized the things on the table, and retraced the sixth door knocker. A full circle is drawn on the table, and a pentagram is drawn inside the circle. The blank space in the pentagram is written with ancient runes with luminous powder.

"Ok......"

　　 He tried hard to vent his consciousness, but it was not easy. The cold indoors and the sound of stones hitting the glass constantly made him want to be distracted to detect environmental information.

　　 In accordance with the Qilan language taught by Miss Audrey, he recites a prophetic poem about ancient fortune-tellers praying for blessings, and then carefully twists up a pinch of powder obtained from the burning of elderberry.

　　 The powdered hand stopped above the pentagram, and the spirit flowed out with the language of chanting in the mouth, making the small ritual circle bright.

　　 tried to keep the mind empty, to sense the direction of the future, and then gently twist two fingers, the powder fell into the circle on the table under the influence of gravity.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was still closing his eyes, the cat crouching on the sofa and watching suddenly opened his mouth and blew. The falling trajectory of the powder immediately showed a subtle deviation, but it still all fell around the five-pointed star.

　　 After all the powder between the fingers fell, Jenkins opened his eyes to look at the final result, and combined the runes that were not covered by the powder to try the structure. In the end, he thought that the result this time was a symbol of good luck, so he shivered and put the cat in the quilt back into his arms, and then left the light in front of the fireplace and walked into the dark hallway.

　　DaDaDa~

　　 The knock on the door became impatient again, and the five-minute deadline for the seventh knocker was coming to an end soon. Jenkins put his hand on the doorknob and turned it gently. After the crack of the door appeared, the spring night breeze mixed with the scorching smell poured into the room. Even if the tail of winter has not completely disappeared, the night wind is warmer than indoors.

　　 sighed long, it seemed that the third time the door opened was the right one.

　　 "Hi, buddy, can you give me some water?"

　　 Appearing at the door of Jenkins' house is a heavy armored knight riding a horse. His helmet was taken off and held on his left hand, revealing the scarred face. His brown hair is a bit long, and it grows loosely on his head, and his right hand reaches out to Jenkins for drinking water.

　　 From the perspective of form, that set of some old armors resembled the styles commonly used in the 17th century in church materials. The knight’s face is very similar to that of modern southern Andrews, except that the bridge of his nose is higher.

　　 The horse he was riding was unusually tall, stronger than any horse that Jenkins knew about. When the hoof steps on the ground, there will be a subtle arc between the horse's hoof and the ground, leaving a dark horseshoe print on the flat lawn of Jenkins's house.

Chapter 990 Chapter 972 Chapter Third and the Coachman

　　 "I'm sorry, man, I will compensate you, this is a really nice yard, my lawn is not as regular as yours. Oh, damn, can you give me some water? I'm really dying of thirst!"

　　 The knight also noticed that his mount had damaged the lawn, so he said. His words are a bit rude, but at least they are not. Shake the reins to quiet the restless horse for a while. The horse's temper was not very good, but he raised his head and stared at Jenkins and Chocolate for a while, and then lowered his head docilely.

　　 "Okay, water...what would you like to drink?"

　　 Jenkins asked uncertainly, actually very happy.

　　 "This is really a good question, do you have alcohol? It should be good to use alcohol to moisturize your throat."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Jenkins nodded, turned and walked into the house, while the knight waited quietly outside, his face full of expectation.

　　 Before Miss Bronie Anse went into a coma, she mentioned that the things that the clown can provide are ‘red-nosed bomb’, ‘joker’s space pocket’ and ‘color changing wig’, and the clown accepts different desserts. Jenkins therefore guessed that providing different services to the knockers should have different gains.

　　 He actually wanted "Joker's Space Pocket" very much, because it was obviously a space storage item, something Jenkins dreamed of. Now the Joker has left, but Jenkins noticed the marching package hanging on the side of the knight’s horse...

　　Because he doesn't drink alcohol, Jenkins only has some red wine that he bought when he stored food for winter last winter. But the guy outside shouldn’t just be satisfied with red wine. Jenkins thought for a while and confirmed that the two women on the sofa had really fainted, so he went to the basement and directly used [Read Write] to create a large number of that he could make. The wine coming out.

　　 Those wines are packed in glass bottles with corks. The bottles are placed in the boxes one by one in the wooden box, and straws are also placed in the boxes to prevent falling.

　　 This shipment consumes more than half of Jenkins's spirit, but it's all worth it. He returned to the door of the house holding a box of wine laboriously, and the knight immediately showed a surprised expression.

　　 "I really don't know how to thank you anymore!"

　　 He asked Jenkins for another rope, and laboriously fixed the box of wine on the horse's back. The poor horse seemed to be unable to bear such a weight, but when the knight mounted the horse again, he still stood firmly there.

　　 "Good-hearted person, I am going on a great adventure again. This is for you as a gift for this box of wine and compensation for your lawn."

　　He took a gold coin out of his pocket and threw it towards Jenkins. The gold coin fell so fast that Jenkins stepped out of the room subconsciously and bent over to catch it.

　　 When he straightened up, the knight and his horse were gone. Looking at the house with the open door, the light of the gas lamp makes the house look beautiful, which also means that A-04-1-6671 is over.

　　Only the horseshoe prints on the ground that were trampled by horseshoes can prove that it was not an illusion, but Jenkins did not return to the house, but looked up at the corner of St. George Avenue.

　　 He stood there hesitated, walked closer to the house again and picked up the key, then closed the door, held the gold coin and pushed open the fence door, and walked down the street to the corner of St. George Avenue under the dim street lamp.

　　 The old carriage that brought the fortune-teller here stopped at the corner. The coachman's face was mostly covered by the hat, standing in front of the carriage waiting for Jenkins. Seeing Jenkins coming, he took off his hat, revealing his scorched face.

　　 "Let me think about it. Damn it. I didn't notice it just now. I have seen it more than once."

　　 Mr. Writer’s voice is very calm, and the cat knows that this means that he is a little angry now.

　　 "A-11-2-3301, [Malicious Coachman]."

　　 He said the name and snorted: "Accept the mortal deal, and transport the passengers who intend to board the car to any corner of the world. When have you started to transport the tricks?"

　　 He tossed the sin coin in his hand-Soul Gold, and then asked:

　　 "So I'm still curious about how A-04-1-6671 invaded my yard just now. According to my understanding, the border of my house should actively refuse the entry of malicious people."

　　 "It's very simple, because you invited it..."Please come in". This sentence was addressed to the carriage. At that time, there were more than two mortals in the car."

　　 The coachman replied dullly.

　　 "So the boy didn't enter my house just now because I only invited him into the yard."

　　 Jenkins concluded in his heart.

He walked into the carriage and saw the black air enveloping the body, the hideous faces made of those air struggling on the surface of the carriage, and what he could observe with the naked eye was the dim yellow street lamp, and the shadow under the coachman's feet seemed to tremble Tentacles licked the shadow of the carriage.

　　 "You can ship goods? Who hired you to ship A-04-1-6671 to my house?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, putting his left hand in his pocket and his right hand drooping naturally. However, careful observation revealed that his left hand was holding the metal block in his pocket, which made his clothes swollen, and his right hand was in a state of lifting the sword. He could summon the Bone Holy Sword to stab forward at any time.

　　 "I can't disclose the information of the employer, this is the rule."

　　 "But you finished this shipment, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, you stayed here and waited for me to come out. Don't tell me you are looking at the moon."

　　 The coachman clearly understood Jenkins' sarcasm. He tightened his shabby top and accidentally exposed the purple sweater collar.

　　 stretched his right hand forward slightly and made a finger-twisting motion, which meant it was self-evident.

　　 "What was the price for those who asked you to send A-04-1-6671 here?"

　　 Jenkins nodded, agreeing to the transaction.

　　 "10 gallons of virgin blood, 666 gallons of industrial alcohol, 200 stone black pine, 30 black cat's eye gems, a 16-year-old boy who broke the nine commandments of the traveler."

　　 This is a series of things of unknown meaning.

　　 "Although this looks a lot, it's just a mortal thing, right?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Yes, there is also a copy of [Devil's Document], a magnificent living sacrifice and an unexpected call."

　　 the coachman added, and then reminded:

"If you want to know the employer who pays this price, then at least give me the cost first. The great one, it may not be a big deal to you, but it is very precious to us. I believe in your credit, but After all, you are the **** of lies..."

Chapter 991 Chapter 973 Employment and Conversation

　　 "Who is the employer?"