Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The sky was yellow and the sun was dim.

Klein bounced and jumped all the way, following the mountain downhill. In the distance, he could hear the rushing of the big river, which was the Tussock River.

"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless wind blades cut towards Klein like hovering flying knives, almost cutting out a famous dish from him.

Klein narrowly escaped with his premonition and agility.

Mr. A who was chasing him was so angry that he was dressed in a scarlet robe made of blood, making his master's face even more alluring.

A pile of flesh and blood exploded, and the trees and rocks sizzled as they were corroded. Klein didn't rush to dodge. He only got a few splashes of blood, which made him grin his teeth in pain.

He kept lighting dead branches and weeds, jumping back and forth in the flames.

Mr. A, who was so angry that he lost his flesh all the way, suddenly froze an ice crystal spear in his hand, and it rushed towards Klein with a slight chill.

Wherever the ice gun went, the frost condensed into layers of thin ice. Klein was "teared" and a piece of skin was torn off with just a little help from his palm. In pain, Klein leaped into the air without saying a word. , dodge the attack.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. A's cruel smile, a familiar figure and a gloating expression.

Suddenly his nose was itchy, his head throbbed, his breath was hot, and countless threads in his spiritual intuition were entwined towards him.

Snapping his fingers, flames rose, and Klein found himself at the edge of a cliff, with the surging Tussock River below.

Unexpectedly, one day I will be forced to jump off the cliff, but I just don’t know if I can pick up martial arts cheats, or meet a reclusive expert to pass on my magical skills.

"thump!"

Klein jumped into the bitingly cold river.

Just when he thought he could get out of the battle, he saw Mr. A, with a scaly face and a red robe of flesh and blood, like a carp spirit, staring at him with hatred.

Behind him, the Djinn admired Klein's tragic situation with a satisfied face.

Genie, save me one more time! I promise not to throw you away.

Suddenly, a soft figure of a woman was quickly outlined in the air. She looked at Mr. A dully, and saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, which was quickly erased by an eraser.

Then, she looked at Klein.

Klein's heart skipped a beat, my life is over.

The woman slowly moved the corners of her mouth, raised it upwards, and showed a smile.

Then, she turned her head slightly, as if facing the air, and nodded slightly.

Immediately, her figure faded away and disappeared in place, as if it was a dream, in which there was neither Mr. A nor this woman.

Klein came back to his senses, and found that the lamp god had restrained his indecent smile and came to his side.

He couldn't help but speak:

"That... just who is he?"

The lamp god rolled his eyes at him, and said in a vicious voice:

"It's your mother."

Klein didn't have time to light a fire to dry his clothes, so he brazenly asked the magic lamp for the extravagant hand warmer before, enduring the fever and cold night wind, and hurried on his way. He had to find a place with people as soon as possible, that's where the Faceless Man belonged home field.

Really, he was still angry about such a trivial matter, so he didn't take the initiative to take me on my way. I think he was very happy to see me being beaten by Mr. A just now. He is really narrow-minded.

Suddenly, all the colors in front of Klein's eyes suddenly became rich and bright, and Azik's figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Klein immediately smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said with concern:

"Mr. Ards, are you not injured?"

"Well... I suffered a little injury, and it took me a long time to get rid of that high position in the spirit world."

"Ince Zangwill escaped with 008."

The two chatted while walking, and the cold wind in the late winter evening seemed to be less uncomfortable.

Finally, Azik said with a smile:

"It's a pity that I can't invite you to dinner with me."

Inside a hotel in a small town on the outskirts of Backlund.

Klein had just changed into dry and tidy clothes when he heard layers upon layers of illusory prayers.

Is it a lady, Miss Justice? She wants to report the progress of the follow-up incident to Mister Fool?

Coming above the gray fog, Klein turned on the prayer light and saw Miss Justice was in a spacious bathroom.

Klein felt that it was bigger than his living room at No. 15 Minsk Street.

Audrey spoke quickly and said:

"I informed the Church of the Goddess about Prince Edsaac and the witch Trischik, but I haven't heard anything about it yet."

"The treasure house of the Psychological Alchemists was stolen, and I was asked to find a suitable reason now to go to the place they designated for review."

The treasury was stolen? It must have been done by the lamp god!

A treasure trove of great organizations! How many Extraordinary items and materials must there be? According to the money-lovers character of the lamp god, there must be none of them left, so miserable.

Then don't the Djinn Gods have countless Extraordinary characteristics? Doesn't that mean that everyone in the entire Tarot Society has promotion materials?

"Once you arrive, look for an opportunity to pray, or touch the print on your hand."

After responding to Miss Justice, Klein picked up the glove made of human skin originally belonged to Qilingos that Mr. Azik had given him, Creeping Hunger, an Extraordinary item with the characteristics of being alive.

When it was outside, it was always full of malice, exuding a sense of hunger to eat people, but above the gray mist, it lay there docilely, motionless, not daring to say a word of hunger.

This is the attitude that a magical item with the characteristic of being alive should have, and the attitude of the magic lamp is not right.

How about taking him above the gray mist to educate him, forget it, I think he would dare to hit me even here.

Returning to reality, Klein asked the magic lamp who was pretending to be dead while drying his banknotes.

"What's in the treasure house of the Psychological Alchemists?"

"I have everything. If you see it, I won't give it to you if I throw it away."

Klein saw a bunch of colorful cascades appear on the simple table in the hotel, and then disappeared one by one.

Klein laughed twice, but didn't pick up the topic.

"I'm going to leave Backlund and go to the sea to find the mermaid."

"I can do it, it's the same everywhere. When you become a demigod, come with me to Fennerpot."

"Where are you going?"

"What else can you do, go find something, maybe go eat noodles?"

...

Deep in the east, in a dilapidated apartment.

Old Kohler was holding a large bowl of steaming hot potato and ham soup, and walked quickly to a dirty and broken table and put it down. There were some black bread on the table.

He sat down happily, first scooped a spoonful of thick soup full of sweet starch and spicy fat, and put it directly into his mouth.

In this new year, he alone tasted the taste of happiness and hope.

"Praise the goddess!"

Old Kohler tapped his chest four times.

"Praise be to Detective Moriarty too, wish him a wonderful holiday."

Old Kohler smiled, dipped the black bread in the delicious soup, put it into his mouth, forked another piece of ham, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard, the salty aroma exploded in his taste buds, he enjoyed the taste that originated from The joy of satisfying human instinctive desires.