I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 116 The River in the Painting
The memories that came up for no reason ended here.

The speed of thinking is naturally far faster than reality. In the eyes of the group at Crossroads Hospital, the newly joined Mr. John Watson just put his hands on the broken teeth of the huge deer head, and then turned his head slightly to look at the inside of the deer head's mouth , seems to want to find the door to enter from the inside.

But no one knew that Watson had actually browsed the memory of the riddle that remained inside the deer head for the last time.

It's just that Watson felt the moth inside the skull that wrapped himself with scales in the soul body, and found that the scales of the moth looked extraordinarily thin, as if all the scales had been exhausted, leaving only a bare skeleton childlike.

At the same time, he also felt stabbing pains in his back, and the cold sweat flowing over the shoulder blades on his back was a burning pain, as if the skin there had been peeled off to expose the flesh and blood inside, and the blood slowly flowed out and wet the close-fitting clothes, inside The lining was tightly adhered to flesh and blood, and he could feel a faint pain when he moved a little.

"The moth's mana is exhausted?"

"But when did I suddenly shed my skin, and shed it so roughly, it was as if I had been forcibly ripped off."

When he recalled the scene just now, he only felt that the memory was unprecedentedly clear. It didn't seem to be a sudden hallucination at all, but it really looked like a specific memory... This is the haggard and weak appearance of the moth in the skull. reason?

The moth inside the skull helped me find the past memory of the huge deer head?But does the code of moth contain the content of tracing the source?
Is this a whim born by the moth in the brain, or the real past, or is it just my imagination and guess based on the situation on the spot?

But I have never heard of a multi-winged owl, or the words of a great mother... Watson feels that this memory is very inexplicable, if the moth in his skull is really a gift from the monster when he was promoted to the second level , the moth in my own skull is actually the moth in the other party's skull, but why does the other party want to help me so enthusiastically?
Suspicious by nature, he never believes everything easily, especially those involved in mysterious and taboo things.

Watson withdrew his arm pretending to have found nothing, just shook his head and groped for other places on the wall.

"Hey, do you want to play dumb and pretend nothing happened? How could you just let your wish come true!" The moth inside the skull slightly parted the scales and wings of the body guard, and snickered softly, "Forget it, fake Gribe, forget The memory of Chibei's pleasant words!!!"

As the whisper of the moth in the skull fell, the huge deer head raised its upper jaw amidst the rumbling sound, and the originally smooth and flat bronze wall inside its skull began to melt, and drops of hot molten bronze liquid flowed down, The ground was scorched black, revealing a six-foot-diameter cavity big enough for a mortal to pass in and out of.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Crossroads Hospital couldn't help showing astonishment and surprise. The Warrior's Gate, which we have been unable to open for so long, was opened so easily? ! ! !

Their eyes were cast on the newly recruited John Watson.

Nello exclaimed: "Mr. Watson, what did you do?!"

"Oh my God, John, did you find some hidden switch?" Croweite's surprise was only fleeting, and she smiled happily in the next second, "Hee hee hee, it's amazing, John, as expected of Nello Monsieur and Mr Winfreys have been thinking of inviting you to join our order."

"Mr. John is so powerful? He solved the problem that has troubled us for so long?" The other four were discussing in whispers.

Facing the situation in front of him, Watson also showed a shocked expression, but in fact, he was already secretly cursing the moth in his skull, and at the same time, he was deeply jealous-this moth was completely unaffected by him. control!
No, I have to find a way, just like the moth phase devouring the cup phase before, let another controlled secret pass swallow this chaotic moth phase... Uncontrolled weapons are definitely not what I need arms!

He met everyone's staring eyes, but spread his hands to express his ignorance, "This... I haven't had time to discover any mechanisms and clues yet."

Everyone looked at him blankly, and it didn't look like he was pretending at all... Could it be that the opening of the third door had nothing to do with John?Is it just a coincidence that the mechanism inside this dilapidated deer head suddenly resumed operation?
"Maybe we just happened to have good luck this time... Maybe the witch is also looking after the new believers and bestowing luck on us." Nello said hurriedly, "Take advantage of this opportunity and bring something over quickly Block the hole and remove the copper liquid on the ground to prevent this ancient copper wall from healing again."

When everyone heard the order, they temporarily let go of their doubts and surprises. They dug nearby soil to cover the hot brass solution. A pile of solidified brass blocks was transported to a distant place, and the extra tools carried with him were stuck in the hole in the wall.

"It's time to enter!" Nello ordered, and then took the lead in stepping into the layer of soldiers emitting shimmering light.

Watson also enters at the end according to the sorting.

As soon as he entered the spacious and tall warrior floor, he saw only a square stone platform less than ten square meters in size in front of him, and in the distance was a dark abyss with an invisible bottom. The only way forward was a sharp path. The steps are composed of shiny blades that have been stainless for thousands of years, and the sharp edges face upward, which means that every step up, you need to bear the torture of cutting your feet with the blade.

And this ladder composed entirely of blades goes up all the way to the doorway on the opposite side.

But the ceiling on the top is emitting a faint light. It is an unusually colorful mural, filled with colors that should and should not be in the world. It is an indescribably beautiful river.

The pure white that seems to be shining comes from the door of the house on the highest place of the mural, the origin of the river and everything flowing out.

The charming blue-green and shining gold form the turbulent torrential river, flowing through the shiny and dark land, straight to the edge of the ceiling, the sandbar under the psychedelic clouds - the sultry dry yellow is the origin of the mysterious sandbar. color.The rose red of the aurora and the blue blue of the electric light, these two colors are entangled, intertwined, competing, and struggling to snatch the color of the sandbar sky.

On the turbulent river, there is a big silver-gray ship fighting against the wind and waves. The dark red sails that look like dried blood seem to be hunting. At the bow stands a female captain with a stern face. Her eyes are like new wheat Green, the sailors on the ship seem to be singing the chant of longing.

It is both black and white, showing different scenes from different angles, sometimes it is a mottled dark forest, and sometimes it is a deep pit full of bones, which is the scene on both sides of the river.

However, Watson seemed to see another mural in a trance for a moment. This time, the river water in the mural was as clear as sapphire, the hull of the boat was as clear as amber, and there were misty clouds on both sides of the river bank. The end is no longer a camouflaged sandbar, but a deep pit.

Under the deep pit, there are countless hungry monsters eagerly looking forward to them. They may be male or female, most of them are in the shape of women. They are all red as if bathed in blood. The bloodthirsty radiance of people is waiting for fresh blood to fall.

　54 entered the palace, obviously last night was fine...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)