Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Through the crazy raving and roaring, came above the gray mist.

The majestic and majestic palace, the ancient and mottled bronze long table, and twenty-two high-backed chairs all stood silently above the gray mist.

Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, displaying the yellow-brown parchment, the black round-bellied pen, and the golden oil lamp.

He grabbed the pen and swiped down the divination statement:

"The source of this oil lamp in my hand."

He held the oil lamp in one hand and the parchment in the other, silently recited the divination statement, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.

In a distorted and chaotic world, concepts and rules seem to be substantiated. Crazy, chaotic, twisted, and divided spaces fill the space. A golden oil lamp is suspended in this world, and a cloud of pale white and dark mist is constantly twisting. It is changing and radiating into various indescribable forms that cannot be seen directly. It roars frantically, is torn apart by an irresistible invisible force, and gradually approaches the oil lamp.

The picture was just a flash, and Klein didn't even have time to see the contents clearly. A huge, berserk, mixed with crazy babbles, desperate screams and a torrent of endless information, spanning the distance of time and space, the boundary between reality and illusion, went straight to the scene. Coming to Klein.

As the pain hit, Klein didn't even have time to scream. He felt his body quickly deformed into a twisted monster, and his head seemed to explode.

Then he fell directly from the gray mist, his spirit body returned to his body, and he fainted on the floor of the living room that hadn't been cleaned thoroughly. His spirituality was completely exhausted and he was on the verge of losing control.

Wang Zichuan suddenly got out from the body of the magic lamp on the coffee table in the living room, looked at Klein who was lying on the ground, and couldn't help but praise him.

"A true warrior dares to face the old days!"

If I didn't immediately cut off my own divination and the spread of information pollution as soon as I felt the connection, I'm afraid I wouldn't have to finish the whole book directly.

Divinating high-level beings will obtain knowledge in reverse, and knowledge about the old days, outer gods, etc. is not something Klein can know at this stage.

Klein on the ground was still in a coma, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his body trembling involuntarily, obviously in extreme pain.

However, Wang Zichuan checked Klein's condition and thought that there was nothing wrong with him, and he would wake up after a while when his spirituality recovered.

As the night darkened, the crimson moonlight sprinkled on the floor of the living room through the window, refracted to the entire space, and covered all the furniture with a faint crimson.

In the quiet late night, Klein woke up slowly. For a moment, he thought he was back to the night he just traveled through, with the same blush and the same splitting headache.

But he quickly woke up, remembering that he was backbited by a strange extraordinary item because of divination, and his spiritual exhaustion led to his current appearance.

After a while of fear, he looked up at the coffee table. The strange oil lamp was still in its original position, but this time Klein looked at it with extremely complicated eyes, and even some fear, as if he was looking at something unknown. The scourge.

It actually has such a high personality!

Comparable to the level of the eternal blazing sun!

It should have a close connection with the evil god.

Oh, what should I do? For such a dangerous thing, it would be great if I could ask Mr. Ards for advice.

Klein reached out and touched the cold copper whistle, as if he could draw courage and strength from this copper whistle, he felt a little comfort in his heart.

But I have no way to explain to him the matter of my resurrection, most importantly, the matter of Ince Zangwill, I don't want to involve Mr. Ards in it.

Looking at the dangerous oil lamp on the coffee table again, the thought of throwing it away surged up wildly, and was suppressed forcefully.

If I'm still in the Church of the Goddess, or a Nighthawk, I...

Klein smiled, turned around and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, planning to take the time to rest before dawn, recover his spirituality, and maintain his state.

Since there is no way, let's take a step and see.

It's just that there may be no quilt to cover tonight, the weather is so cold at night, and there is no fire in the fireplace, so I won't catch a cold if I just sleep like this.

Walking to the second floor, he randomly selected one of the four bedrooms, and Klein pushed the door and walked in.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, ready to sleep directly with his clothes on.

Suddenly, he found that the bed had been simply made, with clean sheets on it, pillows in pillowcases, and a thick quilt.

This... Mrs. Summer's maid came?

Didn't she see me lying unconscious in the living room?

She must not have seen it, otherwise she would have screamed and ran out to call the police, and I might have woken up from a hospital bed, or was surrounded by a few violent policemen.

Is it an illusion created by the oil lamp? Why does it create illusions to cover up my abnormality? Is someone controlling it remotely? Or... it has the characteristic of being alive?

This is too subverting my common sense of mysticism! Is it because I don't know enough?

I even doubt that the oil lamp can think like a human being, so it doesn't have wisdom, does it?

...

Backlund's morning was noisy, and Klein woke up much later than usual, so he missed breakfast.

He has already thought about a suitable occupation for his life in Backlund - private detective, and he is going to advertise in the newspaper.

After a busy morning, the hungry Klein hurried home after a very full lunch, waiting for today's party.

He entered above the gray mist some time earlier, and found that the magnificent palace had turned into ruins. The long bronze table was full of palace wreckage, the high-backed chairs were scattered on the ground, and many of them were pressed with broken stone pillars.

Given the idea of ​​recovery, the palace instantly recovered. Klein sat on the long mottled bronze table, feeling a little dazed.

After lamenting his completely changed life, he summed up his previous mistakes.

Everything can no longer be used for divination, and spiritual intuition is not omnipotent. It doesn't mean that if you don't feel the danger, there must be no danger.

If I just divination about the use method and hazards of that oil lamp, instead of directly divination the source rashly, it should not cause such a big reaction. I almost died. If I lose control and die, I don’t know if I can be resurrected. , even if he is resurrected, he will be a lunatic.

I always feel that this is an unstable factor that may explode at any time, and I still have to figure out the situation of this oil lamp as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Klein manifested the parchment and pen again, and wrote a new divination statement:

"The method of use and negative effects of this oil lamp in my hand."

Looking at the words on the parchment, Klein laughed at himself.

I'm really on the verge of danger and frantically exploring.

The oil lamp reappeared, and Klein closed his eyes.

The gray mist filled the air, and the picture has never been formed.

Klein opened his eyes, looking at the embodied oil lamp in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Immediately, he smiled bitterly and let the oil lamp in his hand dissipate.

He first clicked on the crimson star corresponding to the little sun, and sent him a reminder to prepare for the party. After waiting for a while, he extended his spirituality and communicated with the three familiar stars.