I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 229 The door opens and closes
Before the ancient monster could quietly reveal the real answer.

When Watson listened to Greeby's series of puzzles, a strange hum from unknown origin suddenly vibrated inside his supposedly empty skull.

The skull was shaking, and the minced meat residue left inside the skull began to vibrate violently.

It's just that this time the buzzing in the skull is no longer a meaningless whisper. There is a different kind of secret hidden in the buzzing.

Even though the moth inside the skull has escaped and died, the ancient spirit that truly exists inside has not yet died.

Ancient colors, mottled dreams, and long-lasting memories came to mind... Watson seemed to finally be fighting for all the control over his eyes.

I saw his right pupil trembling violently, the black pupil and the whites of his eyes shaking back and forth like black and white like a bandage. Some ancient and long-lasting illusion captured Watson - he was actually in the illusion of secret promotion, once again Caught in an illusion.

An illusion within an illusion, like a dream within a dream.

In a trance, he seemed to be walking in the dense rain forest of the ancient first continent. The scorching sun at that time was still healthy and strong, and the blazing glow was exceptionally strong. It contained both the creativity that nourished all things and the destruction that could dispel all darkness. force.

And he obviously belonged to the darkness that was being driven away.

Even though the radiance at this time can barely be considered benevolent and just, these good intentions are more for the new species chosen by the gods - those inferior erect apes that were once only worthy of being reduced to their captive pets/meat/slaves.

Since the great stone god disappeared, the situation of our people has become increasingly difficult and difficult.

Those malicious usurpers are rewriting the order and rules of history. Everything in the world seems to reject our people and hate our people - the sweet spring contains poison, the sweet branches are rotten and stinky, and the plump fruits are dripping with acid. .

Even the upright apes who were chatting to satisfy their greed began to master the powerful forbidden power and began to hunt their former masters in turn.

But, but!
The newly-promoted Spotted King has shown goodwill to our clan and granted our clan an unprecedented secret method of reverse transformation - He taught our clan how to evade the vigilance of heaven and earth and how to die falsely.

The power degenerates and curls up into the original egg, which is re-encapsulated in the cocoon of flesh and blood, locks itself into the deepest darkness, and waits inside until the day comes when the egg shell is broken.

He looked at the noisy group of erect apes not far away, stretched out their wings that shone like burning fire under the light spots in the forest, and flew resolutely towards the singing and dancing tribe!

The glow exploded, the heat rolled, the blade was bright, the ice was cold to the bone, the thunder roared, and the gods were intoxicated... He fell in front of the power given by the gods.

The flesh and blood were burned and turned into sacrificial food, the bones were dismembered and turned into trophies for exhibitions, and the pupils of my eyes were cut off and embedded in the supreme crown... But my death was just a false deception, which even heaven, earth and nature could not see through. deception.

"I am still living in the body of the person who killed me."

"I have never died."

"I will eventually revive again."

"I am the shell species, and I have always existed inside mortals."

Watson, who was blind with one eye, recited these words in a trance.

The ancient monster nodded with satisfaction, and slowly retracted the key's sharp claw that was buried deep into the center of his head.

And the golden head, the named Grebe who guarded the Stag Gate, groaned with a roar after hearing the answer to the riddle.

"correct answer!"

Molten golden tears flowed from the center of Gribi's bulging eyes, as if his eyes had melted.

Molten gold tears rolled down the huge cheeks, slowly dripping to the ground, and burned out a sunken black pit again.

The blood-stained antlers that had been blocking the front like a rugged and spiked roadblock slowly moved away amidst the rumbling sound like thunder, and a warm yet cold amber glow leaked out from the inner porch.

The dazzling light spots were reflected on Watson's cheeks. He thought he would feel the warmth of spring, but what his skin immediately reported back was a burning pain. The thin flesh and blood were already illuminated by the glow. It was red and bright, with pale bones vaguely visible, and the aroma of burnt meat rising.

The Stag's Gate, the Gate of Apprentices, the Gate of Advancement to the Knower.

Watson's right eye finally stopped trembling crazily. He looked directly at the glow, and the glow seemed to be staring directly at him.

When the two eyes meet, a different kind of strange emotion is also growing in the eyes. Is it hunger, is it desire, is it yearning, or is it the urgent need of primitive instinct?
Watson couldn't tell, and didn't want to.

All he wanted now was to escape behind the door immediately, bathe in the glow, and let every inch of flesh and bone in his head be soaked in the viscous light liquid.

The glow can touch me, caress and nibble on me without any scruples, and I can swim in the ocean of glow without any scruples.

The glow and I are no longer separated from each other, you and me, I am the glow, the glow is me!
Watson's eyes were filled with hungry spots, and his breathing became heavier. He struggled to get rid of the shackles of the claws on his head, jumped into the open door of light, and advanced to a higher realm. .

"Hey, don't worry."

The ancient monster suppressed the restlessness of the head in his hands, holding up the beautiful face lost in the glow with both hands, while the deformed finger like a drill on the third hand had penetrated deeply into the broken spine of the restless person.

The crunching, buzzing sound of bone drilling directly traveled through the bone marrow and resounded inside Watson's skull.

The fascinating glow had lurked in without knowing when, and the changing light and shadow condensed into the shape of a squirming brain. It seemed that it wanted to take advantage of the disappearance of the moth in the skull to directly occupy the dominant position of John H. Watson's thinking. This person is tempted to chase after brilliance, after knowledge, and after absolute rationality.

The ancient monster just smiled contemptuously, and a sweet and rancid viscous liquid slowly flowed out from the tip of the spiral finger bone drill. The color was both black and white, but distinct and unmixed, soaking the fragile bones. Into an alternative mottled color.

The black and white color quickly dyed through the head, and the dark flesh grew rapidly, followed by the pale bones - the crack in the skull where the ancient monster took out the moth in the skull healed like a fang and a big mouth clenching.

There was already an almost completely sealed space inside Watson's skull, and the squirming glow finally woke up and struggled to hit the inner wall of the skull, trying to escape.

However, it was already too late. The black and white colors spread instantly, like a hungry insect opening its deformed mouthparts like scissors.

clack clack-

The hurriedly escaping glow was cut into strands of fine strands, just like the top-grade rice noodles shining with the dazzling light of a special chef.

The old gluttonous moth picked up the fragrant and freshly twisting rice noodles, but did not put it directly into his mouth. Instead, he picked up a small mouthful and gently blew out a mouthful of chaotic wind, blowing away the steam on the surface of the rice noodles. The burning rationality arises.Then sprinkle in bits and pieces of change, whimsy, irrationality, intuition, search, chaos, desire and passion as seasoning.

And this small mouthful of colorful rice noodles was sent directly into the mouth of little Watson who was waiting for food. Even if the stubborn and disobedient child refused, he could not resist the overwhelming power of the ancient monster.

Watson reluctantly swallowed the strange-flavored glow rice noodles, and a different kind of mottled glow immediately rippled through his skull.

This black and white glow has condensed into its true essence, forming a series of lines inside this broken head.

The lines are intertwined and intertwined, like flesh and blood, like a skeleton, like scaly wings, like multiple legs, like a scissored beak... This is a brand new intracranial moth, an intracranial moth that is closer to the nature of John H. Watson.

"Hey, it's almost done now!"

The ancient monster laughed and threw its head. While the head was still flying forward along the parabola, it had already ejected the key-shaped bone fragment and slashed into the air in front of it. Dark cracks suddenly opened in the air. A strong, headless body fell from it.

There seems to be some strong attraction between the flying head and the fallen body, which drives the headless body to fly towards the shining apprentice door. The fusion is completed in front of the door, and the head sits on the shoulders of the body. superior.

But the skin from the ancient monster's chest still remains between the head and torso, like the traces of blood left after the rope was strangled.

The ancient monster has not forgotten its promise and deal. It vibrates its jewel-like clear wings and flies towards the golden head of Gribi. The key-shaped bone fragments extend and expand like a thick giant sword, directly inserted into the huge head. forehead.

The key bone blade that penetrated deeply into Grebe's forehead was twisted 380 degrees seven times, drilling a huge hole in the hard and fragile red gold head, directly connected to the fat white glow inside, which was condensed by cold runes.

The ancient monster pulled out the huge bull-shaped curved horn from the back of its head that had not been trimmed for the longest time, and thrust it into the hole in its forehead that was rapidly healing due to the key bone blade it had just pulled out.

The surging molten gold closed the hole in his forehead, and also sealed the pale moth's horn in the skin. The power of forgetfulness and abandonment contained in the horn will always remain inside Grebby's head until the raging... The cold light froze it like broken ice.

Gribby let out a relaxing groan that was far louder than the answer to the puzzle he had heard before. Thick white smoke spurted out from the end of his nose and hit the charred ground, creating irregular cracks. , such as the melting and collapse of polar glaciers and the fragmentation of oceanic plates.

"That's enough. This horn is far deeper and more stubborn than the power I left behind before. It's enough to make Gribby forget those painful memories for a long time... maybe you can hold on until that one recovers. The time has come.”

The ancient monster gently stroked its discarded pale horns, and its face covered with fine scales seemed to be stained with a hint of fatigue and exertion.

"Presumably by then you will no longer need me to help you forget your sorrow and regret."

It seemed to be a little sad due to exhaustion, or it was thinking of a pessimistic future and sighed:
"When the time comes, we will never see each other again."

Can he hold on until the great one returns... Grebe's eyes seemed to become moist again when he heard the monster's words.

The molten golden teardrops kept spinning, but they shrank back for Him - No, I can't let this guy notice my true feelings.

——You must not listen to any lies from the moth and his subordinates!

——The moth and its subordinates must not be allowed to notice the softness of their hearts!

——If the guys of the moth series see through the flaws in their hearts, they will inevitably fall into the endless lies they weave until they themselves are swallowed up silently.

So it just replied in a dull voice:

"Anyway, we are good sisters!"

"You can come here to see me anytime you are free from now on, and we will continue to chat about the interesting secrets between multiple histories and the unknown embarrassing things about the named people."

"For example, what you said last time was about the unlucky signee who was imprisoned by Silent Books and absorbed power for hundreds of years - hahaha, that was really an interesting thing. I can't help but laugh when I think about it. Woolen cloth!"

"By the way, did that unlucky guy escape from behind?"

Gribe quietly changed the topic, and his demeanor seemed to be just a doe god who loved gossip, with curious light shining in his two huge bulging eyes.

The ancient monster flew down from the forehead of the red gold head, reached out and fiddled with the double helix horn inserted in the temple, as if trying to adjust the receiving signal of the antenna, so as to learn all the details of the heavy history outside.

A strange hurricane seemed to be blowing over the dilapidated monastery building on Blancog Island on the coast of Cornwall, Scotland. The howling cold wind was mixed with some unknown dark particles.

The flying speed of these unknown dark objects is terrifyingly fast, and their flight paths seem to be weirdly winding. Therefore, the defensive searchlights extending from the monastery building cannot capture this sudden strange wind, and there is no way to know what happened. Who cast a peeping glance.

The ancient monster took out some earwax-like gray brain dirt from his temple and flicked it away, "Well...it seems that he hasn't escaped yet...he is really a rare loser."

"But the time is almost up. In about 20 years, He will be able to escape smoothly and cast a vengeful curse, causing this library to rapidly decline and wither... Until then A destined new administrator has arrived."

As the ancient monster spoke, he raised his head and looked at Little Watson, who was about to escape into the light and shadow of the apprentice's door, and said anxiously:

"Oh, I was so busy chatting with you that I almost forgot to take care of my new pony!"

"Forget it, I'll leave first, just in case those lamp guys behind the door take advantage of my absence to do anything to my horses!"

"See you later, Grillby. Let's talk next time when we have time."

"See you later, I must come again next time!"

Gribby replied with a rumble. He shook his head slightly, and the blood-stained antlers swayed along with it, as if he was waving goodbye, but in fact, he was thinking in his heart that it was best never to meet again.

However, when he stared at the deformed silhouette that was completely integrated into the glowing hallway, the friendly smile on the deer's face suddenly cooled down, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows.

"John H. Watson has passed through the door of apprenticeship."

"It seems that the moth series' plan has been launched again."

"Perhaps I should report this matter to my lord and advise my lord to close all doors... It's time to completely seal the passages between multiple histories."

(End of this chapter)