Endless Debt.

Chapter 403 Lost Path

In the boundless darkness, golden raindrops danced and rolled, like molten gold, drawing elegant trajectories, extending, and twisting under Bailey's command.

Bai Li picked up the bottles and jars on the cart, opened them one by one, and randomly threw the prepared alchemy materials into the air.

At this moment, the concept of gravity seemed to disappear, and the alchemy materials did not fall, but floated in mid-air, allowing Bailey to control them.

Aimiao stood on one side, assisting Bai Li in her work. When she was in the alchemy workshop, Aimiao followed TEDA to perform many implantation ceremonies and promotion ceremonies. She was already very experienced in this, but faced with She still couldn't help being nervous when she saw Burrogo.

"One hundred grams of moon dust, thirty grams of red mercury, an appropriate amount of star antimony..."

Amy put the alchemy materials into the air one by one. She really looked like a nurse. While arranging them, she also said to Bologo, "Relax, there are a lot of alchemy materials here that I refined, absolutely no problem."

Burlog now knew what Amy had been busy with during this time. For his promotion ceremony, Amy had been working continuously for many days and nights.

Fortunately, Aimiao's essence is still an alchemy doll, otherwise she would probably be living in a frontier nursing home now.

A lot of alchemy materials are floating and swallowed by the materialized liquid ether. They burn and surge in the ether, and after being crushed, they recombine again and become brand new substances.

Accompanied by the qualitative change, jet-black residue emerged from the liquid gold, and then fell off one by one.This is the mortal matter that has been removed.

At some point, Amyu had already left the ceremony stage and disappeared into the endless darkness. Her work was over, and Bai Li would just leave it to her.

Bologo raised his head, and Bologo didn't like this feeling very much all the time. He was like a corpse, with a cold light shining from the top of his head, as if an angel was about to descend from it and stretched out his hand to him.

Heaven?

Bologo didn't think about what happened after death, and the undead thought about death?No matter how it sounds, it's a little funny.

Even if he really will die, Bologo doesn't think he will reach the kingdom of heaven. He is a villain who punishes the wicked, a bigger villain, and Bologo has never wavered in his self-awareness.

The ending of the wicked should not be heaven but hell...at least a place close to hell.

Bologo thought of his good friends. They should all be waiting for him in the kingdom of heaven. When he thought of not being able to meet them, Bologo felt a little sad, but when he thought of the destination of the wicked, he was very happy.

Burrog swore he would torture the wicked for eternity, and this time there would be nowhere for them to escape.

The liquid ether mixed with alchemy materials began to stir, dazzling rays of light burst out inside the liquid, like colorful glass, and the bursting arcs could be vaguely seen.

Bailey waved her hand, and the liquid seemed to have life force, splitting into several pieces and falling down. A cold touch came from the surface of Bologo's body, as if a group of snakes were crawling on him, and the cold dense scales rubbed against each other one by one. Burrog could even clearly feel the uneven texture.

"Remember, stay awake and don't sink."

Bailey asked again, and Borrog wanted to respond, but before he could speak, all the light disappeared.

Bologo didn't know what happened. The sudden change was only for a moment. Last second, Bailey was still in front of his eyes, but now Burlogo's eyes were completely dark.

The confusion didn't bother Burrog for long, and he knew immediately that this was the beginning of the rite of promotion.

From the data point of view, the promotion ceremony from sublimation person to prayer believer is the lowest risk and the easiest. Except for the approval, the other parts are ordinary like an ordinary general anesthesia operation.

Burrog stood alone in the dark world, and there was a noise in the unknown darkness, the sound of wind and snow, coming from a distant place.

"A collection of souls?"

Burlog was talking to himself, and the assumption that Bailey explained to him at the end forced Burrog to think seriously.

After the death of human beings, where does the golden soul belong to?

Is this related to the secret source, and if so, what role does the secret source play in the grand reincarnation of this world?

If the secret source is the collection of all souls, then the so-called "lost" means that in this storm of the soul, the individual peeks out the memory hidden in the soul, mistakenly regards it as his own life, and thus perishes?

This is not impossible. The Philosopher's Stone has the projection of his past life. Even if the soul disappears into nothingness, there should be echoes.

Burrog didn't understand, but he figured he'd experience it for himself soon, and the sound of the wind and snow grew louder and closer, until a dim twilight ripped through the darkness.

A bone-chilling chill hit Bologo's heart, and the moment the hazy light shone on Bologo's body, his body surface was covered with a thick layer of ice, and with the arrival of the light, Bologo looked There are many frozen figures like him around him.

Is this your own body?

Bologo suddenly came up with the idea that his real body should be on the ritual platform in the sublimation furnace core, and what is standing here now should be the embodiment of his own spirit.

So is the same for these frozen figures?
Bologo didn't linger for too long, the familiar picture was replaying before his eyes, and Bologo saw that behind the hazy light, a thorough storm that pierced the sky was slowly advancing. Yang, wherever it goes, darkness recedes.

The darkness I was in just now was just too far away from the storm, and now it is walking towards Bologo, dispelling all the shadows.

Everything is repeating itself.

Everything that Bologo had experienced in the triple trial was being repeated before his eyes, and he returned here again.

He'd thought it was some kind of hallucination, but Bologo didn't think the hallucinations could be recreated so accurately that there was only one answer.

Burogo is "lost", he still has a clear self-awareness, and has not yet completely sunk.

How to do?
Burrog tried to move his body. After several painful struggles, he shattered the icicles on his body and struggled to move, but compared with the propelling storm, he was like a fleeing ant, unable to escape from the wheel at all. crushed.

Facing the blazing storm with his back, endless darkness emerged in front of Bologo's eyes, strange and disorderly laughter came from the depths of the darkness, and then one after another scarlet pupils opened in the darkness, they They are densely packed, arranged in groups, piled up into mountains, and turned into figures like mountains.

High above them, they watched the futile struggle of Balogo.

Bologo didn't know what those black shadows were, but he was certain that they were definitely not good things. Even though Bologo couldn't see their existence clearly, he still instinctively felt endless disgust.

If Burrog had to choose an ending, he would choose to plunge into the blazing storm behind him instead of joining these shadows.

There was a crisp cracking sound, like the sound of glass being crushed, and Bologo looked at his arm. The sound came from himself, and the cracking sound gradually became denser, and Bologo's body also Cracks appeared, like double shadows.

The cold body was frozen in place, the phantom body was still struggling, and the two gradually separated.

Boluoge repeatedly warned himself that his body is not here, and the visible body is just the embodiment of his spirit...

Trinity.

It was a word that popped up in Burrog's mind suddenly, and it was a word that was often brought up during the Trials of the Trinity.

"Salt, sulphur, mercury," Borrog said to himself, "body, mind, spirit..."

At this moment, Bologo's body is not here. The body that can be observed and interfered is more like the embodiment of heart and spirit, spirit and soul. Looking at the double image that is constantly separating, is it possible that his spirit and soul are Divided?
Those human beings who perish in "lostness" have not died, but they will never wake up. They have a sound body and soul, but their spirit no longer exists.

"Is it so unlucky?"

Bologo couldn't help doubting his own luck. He was only promoted to a believer. How could he encounter such troubles? If he were to be the power holder and defender in the future, what would be waiting for him?
Moving his body with difficulty, Bologo didn't think too far away. If he didn't get rid of the current predicament, he had no future at all.

Burrog ran away with all his strength, trying to stay away from the blazing storm, but no matter how hard he struggled, the distance between the two was still shrinking.

At a certain moment, Bologo suddenly felt that his body was much lighter, as if his body was out of the freeze, and he took several steps forward in a row. Looking back, he saw another familiar face.

own face.

The other self was frozen into an ice sculpture, standing behind him, his resolute face was carved extremely carefully.

It was also at this moment that Bologo suddenly realized that the crackling sound that accompanied his ears disappeared, and then Burlogo realized in horror that it was not that the cracking sound disappeared, but that he had already completed the division.

The frozen ice sculpture at this moment is the soul of Bologo, and standing in front of the ice sculpture is the spirit struggling out of it.

The blazing storm was right in front of him, and Bologo had no way to retreat. His body was very light. As the storm approached, he couldn't even stand upright, as if he would be sucked into the storm in the next second.

A pitch-black shadow spread over, and an arm completely made of darkness emerged beside Bologo. It spread its hand towards Bologo, its scarlet pupils split from the palm, and its bloody eyes stared at Bologo. Ge.

Bologo's serious eyes were slightly contemptuous, and he knocked over the dark arm with a wave, and the voice of spitting was covered by the wind and snow.

"I reject."

The powerful suction captured Bologo, and in an instant the blazing storm engulfed Bologo, leaving only the cold sculpture standing in place for a long time.

(End of this chapter)