I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 128 The Pure White Gate
The swarm of moths flapping their wings cheerfully ignored Watson's worries. They just kept rushing forward, like a black army of thousands of horses charging forward, unable to leak even a gleam of the arc moon's brilliance.

A swarm of moths hovered over the woodland, and above the heads of the three of them, the sound of fluttering wings continued, as if they were chattering and eagerly discussing.

"Hey, look, why does its host body carry two female erect apes this time?"

"Yes, yes, and they look exactly the same."

"It's exactly the same, one is a believer of a witch and the other is a follower of a witch."

"But aren't witches and witches twins? Then these two female upright apes should also be twins, right?"

"Hey hey hey, how can you tell that these two erect apes are female and look exactly the same? Why can I only see the heart cup and the cup moth."

"Why does the white moth keep silent? Is it because the world was hurt when I woke up?"

"Should... no, is there any existence in the world that can hurt it when you wake up?"

"Not necessarily, it has degenerated back now, maybe it is not as powerful as before... And I heard that there are still some bloodlines of the past Si Chen in the world when I wake up. the power of."

"You guys think too much, I think the white moth is just tired, why don't we come and play with it next time? Let's change the activity tonight, how about looking for those lost and inferior erect ape species? I I want to spread some humming and madness in their heads, and I want to see if they can persist until the next return from dreamwalking."

"Great idea! The upright ape that I sowed crazy last time dreamed into the woodland again. I followed the traces of scales to find it. After eating its memory, I found that it was already in the wake of the world. It devoured seven or eight of its kind, and muddied more than a dozen beams of intracranial light... The panic and screams of those erect apes before they died are really interesting!"

"Your method is not fun. I have a more interesting method. Next time, you can try to keep one or two scaled wings or half of your body in the skulls of those deformed apes, so that when they return to the waking world, You can also enter into that layer of history, and you can also disguise orders as inspiration to direct their every move... Last time I relied on this trick to control the deformed ape species and drag the entire town into chaos and disorder middle."

"Wow - or else you're the most whimsical moth in our pack, what a way, I'll have to try that next time... no, I'll have to try it now, I can't help it!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go, let's find those erect ape species that strayed into the woodland, and try which one is the most interesting way to play."

"Feifeifei, I want to fly higher, hehehe, I can fly faster than you!"

The moths came and went quickly. Amidst a series of fluttering sounds, they found another interesting activity, and flew happily one after another to the distance, as if they wanted to snatch the first unlucky mortal who got lost. .

Croweite looked at the moths that were flying away rapidly, and said with some shock and disappointment: "Oh sister, they are all flying away again, did they just pass by us just now?"

Emma replied coldly: "Well, there is a possibility."

And John Watson, who had been following the three figures behind them, didn't say a word. He seemed to have been frightened a lot by witnessing the swarm of spotted moths the size of a basin just now, and stood there panting heavily with lingering fear. gas.

But in fact, Watson's soul body is already in chaos at this moment, as if it was devastated by a tragic war - just now he sensed the moths in his skull dancing excitedly, as if they wanted to call the moths on the top to descend and gather together... This is undoubtedly It will reveal the secret that he has already practiced the secret of the moth, and tear his disguise.

So he urged the bayonet-like blade, pouring all his energy, spirit and will into the fight against the moth in the skull, forcing the moth in the skull to be distracted from the fight with the blade, and had to temporarily give up fighting with the blade. The idea that moth colonies communicate.

But even if Watson and the blade are so compatible, enough to exert twelve points of power, even if the battlefield where the blade and the moth fight is his soul body and his consciousness... But how can the first-order blade's secret transmission be able to fight? After passing the second level of the secret transmission of the moth, even if the blade bayonet tried every means, it could only temporarily stop the call of the moth in the skull.

As soon as the moth swarm left, Watson's tense will and fighting blades quickly vented, and he was retaliated and backlashed by the intracranial moths who felt uncomfortable due to being blocked.

The curved blade of the bayonet that was full of bumps and holes almost broke, and curled up listlessly back into the depths of the soul body.

And Watson once again ushered in violent involuntary skin shedding. The skin on his chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs was torn off abruptly as if he had been tortured by skinning. He changed into a set of tight multi-layered pajamas, and at this moment, he was also projected into the woodland along with the dream walk.

Otherwise, the peeling skin and the imitation blood of the soul body that flowed from the exposed flesh and blood would have been fully exposed at this moment... Even so, Watson's inner shirt has been completely soaked in the imitation blood at this moment, and he is obediently tight Clinging to the skinless flesh, you can feel the sting of the rough clothing rubbing against the flesh with a slight movement, as if you are roughly wiping the pain nerves with emery cloth, that kind of itchy and painful ant bite The tingling sensation rushed towards consciousness like a continuous wave.

Fortunately, there were no tears or sweat in the soul body, otherwise Watson must have been sweating profusely at this moment, but his complexion was also strangely pale due to blood loss.

Watson just gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He seemed to be panicked by the sight of the miraculous moths. It was covered with rotten soil, but it also properly covered up the bloody smell inside.

"John, are you alright?! Don't be afraid, with my sister and I there, I will definitely be able to take you on a trip through the woodland without incident."

Clovette was about to go back to help, but saw that Watson had climbed up by himself, so she had to pat her chest vigorously, giving him a little encouragement and encouragement with weak applause.

Watson patted the dirt lightly, obviously frightened but still trying to pull himself together, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, I just slipped on my feet for a while, let's move on."

Seeing this, Emma laughed even more contemptuously.

Next, the Croweite sisters led Watson to visit important places such as the Woodland Well and the Temple of the Wheel. Of course, they just waited and watched from a little distance, and did not approach easily. Lead the newcomers to familiarize themselves with the woodland.

The three of them passed through the boundary of the ancient trees in the woodland, bypassed the jagged boulders, and saw the dark curtain of light flowing with psychedelic cobalt blue starlight, the real boundary of the Mansu woodland area.

"John, look over there!"

Watson looked in the direction of Clovette's finger, and saw a hideous gate of bones standing on the wall of the border!

It was a door completely composed of pure white skeletons, embedded in the dark cobalt blue light curtain.

(End of this chapter)