ghost on paper

Chapter 26 The Third Soul

Truman's first day at the Royal Oak Hotel.

Before midnight, he had finished concocting the first-order 'actor' potion.

It took a full eight hours.

It took three hours to grind the auxiliary materials in front - it took a lot of work to turn that piece of oak into an edible 'posture'. It would be great if there was a wall breaking machine.

It took a full five hours to insert the spiritual text later.

Fortunately, the consumption of 'quota' in the whole process is not as drastic as translating spiritual texts, but a steady stream of reduction.

Truman could hold it all, but he was very, very hungry.

After the potion was prepared, he immediately broke through the spiritual wall, opened the door, and fetched the meals prepared by the hotel. While swallowing the carefully prepared beef, he looked at the potion.

It was housed in a wide-mouthed glass, presenting a multicolored, red, green, and white mixed together, and speckled stars floating up and down.

From the perspective of the earth, it looks like technology and hard work, and it is very likely to be poisonous.

But this is the deepest mystery of the other world.

It is the same as the preparation method of atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs on the earth.

Concocting potions and being promoted to Extraordinary are the biggest secrets in this world.

Can't drink yet.

The number of Truman 'shares' is small.

Look at the time, it's past eleven o'clock, and there is still more than half an hour before crossing.

Truman has to wait until he returns to Earth to fill up his "share" before he can be promoted.

With the example of Anton first, Truman didn't want to become a monster.

To be promoted is to use one's own 'share' to accommodate a huge extraordinary spirituality, and then turn it into a 'characteristic' that one can control.

Once the "share" is insufficient, it will spill over and become tentacles, granulation, eyeballs, etc., which can't be said to be your own organs.

If you are lucky, you can still be saved at this point. If you are unlucky, you will directly clear your "share" and become a monster, and everything will belong to the "gods".

So be careful.

Truman watched the hands on the clock move little by little.

Half an hour passed by.

He returned to Earth on time and on time.

This hour on Earth is still unstable.

Knowing that anxiety is not conducive to the recovery of "share", but still worried about whether the potion on his side will be stolen.

Only when it was time to start making potions did I realize how precious a potion was.

I thought about buying two copies of materials and making two copies before, but now I know that is too naive.

Other materials are fine, where can I find two identical spiritual texts? If the two spiritual texts are different, there will be subtle differences in the effect.

That would be very unpleasant... Truman thought, he couldn't drink the best one he picked, and it would be very uncomfortable if he had to drink the second-class one.

Cranky, an hour is over.

This hour was the first time in a long time that Truman had an urgent expectation for another world.

It's like a child waiting for the New Year, looking forward to the arrival of the New Year's Eve.

That potion gave Truman too much imagination.

When the time is up, Truman travels through again.

Go back to the room of the Royal Oak Hotel, open the cabinet, and the colorful potion is still there.

Truman heaved a sigh of relief, took it out, calmed down, and opened the spiritual wall again by taking the positive triangle.

Inside the wall of spirituality is the domain that belongs to Truman alone.

He drank the potion.

After seeing Anton's tragedy, he should have been a little hesitant.

But when the moment actually came, there was nothing.

He needs strength.

Whether in another world or on Earth.

The entrance of the potion did not feel like drinking water, but a feeling of air filled with bubbles, passing through the throat and sliding down the stomach.

In the next second, the stars exploded.

Truman felt as if Pangu had begun to open up the world in his stomach, and a huge pain came crashing down.

He fell to his knees with his stomach in his arms.

Afterwards, the tearing pain began to radiate from the stomach to the body surface, like countless steel needles piercing the organs, stimulating the bones, piercing the skin and rushing straight out of the body.

In the agony, Truman discovered to his horror that this was not the feeling of pain, but the real fact.

His palms, his body, and his face are all covered with steel needles!
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late at night.

Father Anton seemed to hear voices in the yard.

He lifted the quilt and walked to the window to see the courtyard.

There was silence in the night.

It wasn't that Anton came back, Anton should still be in Habsburg—no one informed him of Anton's accident, and he always thought that Anton had completed that high-profile work in Habsburg.

Thinking of this, Anton's father felt hot. The Habs family was one of the few top nobles who held power in the empire.

If they can catch up with the Habs family, their family will instantly gain fame and wealth, and even a noble title.

That is the glory and wealth of generations...

Before the imagination was over, suddenly there was a terrified scream from downstairs, it was the voice of a servant.

Anton's father put on his nightgown and ran downstairs, only to see the servant lying on the ground with a terrified expression on his face.

But sitting by the dining table in the living room was a bloody figure.

He sat there with a large amount of blood trailing from his feet, and the blood flowed from the door all the way to the dining table, it seemed that he was the one who made the noise in the courtyard just now.

Under the candlelight, the human figure was bloody and bloody, extremely terrifying, but he didn't realize it, but said to his father: "Father, I'm hungry."

It's Anton!
Anton's father recognized Anton's voice, and the surging fear in his heart instantly turned into doubts. What's going on?

"Why have you become like this! Aren't you in the Hapsburgs? What happened?"

Facing his father's question, he didn't answer, just repeated 'I'm hungry'.

Anton's father suppressed his doubts and ordered the servant to get some bread and beef. The servant walked away with limp legs, not even daring to look at him at the table when he returned the food.

He picked up the bread and beef and stuffed them into his mouth, gobbling them like he had been hungry for half a month.

Anton's father sat down opposite him, and when he saw the sharp teeth and granulation in his mouth, his heart was soaked in ice and snow.

"You... turned into a monster." When he said this, Anton's father was extremely disappointed.

"Monster? What monster?" He raised his head, the remaining half of his face showed innocence and confidence, "Father, I have been promoted to extraordinary, and I will definitely gain the attention of the Habs family. I am confident Invigorate the family business, let the family have the title of nobility!"

Looking at his son who was not human, the hopelessness in Anton's father's heart turned into anger. He severely accused: "You are not Anton! You are a monster! You are not my son!"

"Father, what are you talking about? I'm not a monster...I'm not a monster..." he argued.

"You're a monster! Get out of my house! I don't have a son like you!" Anton's father stood up and pointed at Anton and shouted, "You've wasted my investment! You've wasted my money! You're a waste!"

"No, no, no... I am omniscient, that is, omnipotent, I am omniscient and omnipotent..."

While muttering to himself, his passionate eyes began to turn blood red, and two tentacles popped out from behind him with a 'bang'.

The two tentacles have become thicker, and the white baby mouths on the top seem to be growing up, and they can already speak human words, constantly murmuring, "Omniscient is omnipotent" and "I am omniscient, I am omnipotent" Wait for the scary words.

In an instant, this place seemed to have turned into an altar, and a strange and charming atmosphere emerged spontaneously. Anton's father and servants could only stare at all this with their mouths wide open, terrified.

He stared at them with blood-red eyes, and his tentacles were about to swallow them up in a second. Suddenly, a burst of spiritual light flashed on one of the tentacles, and in the next second, his eyes changed three times.

At this moment, although his body was still covered in blood and his appearance was horrifying, his eyes at this moment seemed to be filled with wisdom and compassion, neither naive nor crazy.

In this sad body, a third kind of soul has been squeezed out.

He looked around, slightly surprised, "Liang...isn't dead?"

　Update~ Students come here when you have time, don't keep raising it, it will be difficult to raise it to death

　　
　
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