mythical visionary

Chapter 35 The Book of Records of the Afterlife Society: The Trace of the Flame Giant Surtur
"Very well, I knew you would not refuse." Fast nodded in satisfaction, and stuffed the stubbed cigarette into the ashtray.

"Then when are we going to invert the pyramid?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"Don't worry," Fast said slowly, "According to our judgment, only dreamers above the fifth level can open the inverted pyramid. Otherwise, your ending will probably be the same as that old French man, dying of mental exhaustion."

"Understood, then I will reach the fifth level as soon as possible." Xia Mingwei took a deep breath.

"Yes, you just need to concentrate on practicing." Fast lifted the coffee cup, poured the freshly boiled hot water into the cup, and then took out the coffee powder from the jar and sprinkled it into it.

"If you need to study my sequence, I will try my best to cooperate."

"There will be a lot of time in the future." Fast stirred the coffee with a spoon. "Compared to this, we are more curious about... why you, who were only nine years old, survived Surtur's sword."

"You mean..." Xia Mingwei's face changed slightly. He really thought about why he was the only one who survived the attack of the flame giant in the village at that time.

"Yes, maybe you have already awakened the dreamer sequence when you were nine years old," Fast tapped the rim of the coffee cup with a spoon, shaking off the scorched water stains, "At that time, you used this to counter Su Alter."

"But even so..." Xia Mingwei said hesitantly, "I have no impression of this matter at all."

"No matter what," Fast took a sip of his coffee, "This is the biggest mystery about you, and it's something we will try to find out from you in the follow-up time."

Japan, Tokyo, Church.

"Robert, how long are you going to sleep?"

Xia Mingwei opened his eyes and found himself lying on the dome of the church. The cold midday sun shone on his cheeks, and the snowflakes slid across his cheeks, giving him a hint of coldness.

He sat up slowly, supported his swollen parietal bone, and reached out to touch the pocket of his coat, where he still put the two rough stones.

He raised his head and looked forward.

The sky is dark blue, and there are trams passing by on the track in the distance. There are many crows in Japan. These dark birds gather their wings and stay on the telegraph pole near the church. Throwing at Xia Mingwei, the bird opened its beak and made a hoarse cry.

Outside the fence of the church, high-rise buildings in Shinjuku area use huge LED display screens to display advertisements. The neon lights during the day are much dimmer than at night.

Lower your head and look down.

Qing Zhurin was sitting on the window sill of the attic reading a book.

She put on a black dress, her face was so cold and focused, she seemed to have been looking at it for a long time, but she didn't bother Xia Mingwei who was sleeping on the top of the church.

In terms of standard aesthetics, Kiyotake Rin's appearance is impeccable. In Japan, where the marketing methods are almost abnormal, she may be called a beautiful girl once in a millennium. It is possible to turn into a monster with eight heads and eight tails, and overturn the entire Tokyo city.

"What time is it?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"One o'clock in the afternoon." Qing Zhulin flipped the pages of the book, "The church is on holiday today, so you escaped unharmed."

"I fell asleep on the top of the church last night." Xia Mingwei supported his parietal bone.

"How long are you going to stay up there?" Qing Zhulin closed the book, "Come down, I'll take you to a place." After finishing speaking, she got up from the window sill and went back to the attic.

"Where are you going?" Xia Mingwei fell from the roof to the window sill, stooped into the cramped attic, and walked to the second floor of the church with Qing Zhulin.

"Secret." Qing Zhulin walked briskly, and Xia Mingwei shrugged. He has only been here for two days, and he is already very familiar with the weird character of this little witch.

Soon they came to the library on the second floor of the church. Kiyotake Rin walked past the bookshelves on the left, tapped the passing books with her white fingers, and then stopped in front of the fifth bookshelf.

"What are you doing?" Xia Mingwei asked.

Qing Zhulin did not respond, and pulled out the fifth book from the fifth shelf. The book was taken out, revealing a wall with a tiny picture array carved on it.

She reached out to touch the picture array, and the picture array suddenly glowed with brilliance. Immediately, the entrance of a dark room was suddenly opened on the wall in a corner of the library.

Xia Mingwei raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the dark room. The configuration inside was not much different from that of the library, and he could see that there were also many books stored there.

"Come with me, Robot, here are some things left by Anubis." Qing Zhulin passed his hands behind his back, passing by his side.

"The information left by Anubis..." Xia Mingwei was startled for a moment, then moved towards the dark room.

"Yes, for example, in the written records of the Rebirth Meeting opened before, you can see what those mythological carriers are quietly discussing."

Xia Mingwei stepped into the dark room, the torch flickered in the recessed wall, making his cheeks a little pale, looking around, the dark room was densely packed with various books.

Qing Zhulin stopped at one of the rows of books. The covers of the five books placed on the shelf in front were made of bronze, engraved with innumerable tiny patterns: blue dragons, red dragons, divine birds, gods, giants, etc... …

"What are these?" Xia Mingwei asked slowly.

"Anubis destroyed some of the records of the Death Society, but there are still five left." Qing Zhulin picked up one of them.

"These patterns on the cover represent the mythical carrier that participated in that death meeting, right?" Xia Mingwei asked, staring at the book with the fiery red giant engraved on it.

"Yes," Kiyotake Rin picked up one of the books and looked down at the cover, "For example, in this book, the people who participated in this death meeting were the sea god Poseidon, Zeus, the sun god Ra, and Anubis. Own."

"Then who is this giant on fire?" Xia Mingwei said, reaching out a slightly trembling hand, and picked up the only record of the past life meeting with the pattern of "flame giant" engraved on the cover.

Qing Zhulin didn't even look at it, just read out a name:
"Fire Giant Surtur."

　Tomorrow is Tuesday, please follow up, and by the way, please ask for a monthly ticket and a reward, so as to help the author hit the top ten of the new book list.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)