I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 58 The Source of the Secret

This time, the dream trip to the Mansu forest may be because the secret transmission of the first-order moth has been practiced to perfection, and the moth in the skull flutters with extra excitement, as if it is the joy of returning home after being rich and honored.

Watson stepped barefoot on the knotted rhizomes of the woodland, and the soles of his feet touched the thick roots wrapped in green and green, and he felt the eager desire in his heart more and more clearly. Take off the underwear that came with the dream, and run in the woods with bare chest.

With his increasingly keen sense of smell, he began to feel the smell of the woodland that he couldn't experience before. It was a smell passed down from ancient times to the present, and it was no different from the original hunting memory in the illusion of Secret Legend of the Blade!
The breeze in the woodland seemed to drive him to fly, and he stepped on the thick, fleshy red rhizome like a door arch. The roots, which were harder than steel, suddenly became soft and elastic, pushing out a gentle force on the soles of the feet, helping the bronze-colored body Leap into the tall trees.

Those ancient iron-colored sharp branches took the initiative to dodge one after another, just like a kind adult humbly giving way to a naughty child, so as not to hurt him in the slightest.

The sound of thick rhizomes swaying startled the strange-shaped mole rats hiding in the moss of the dense carpet. Their bodies were covered with dark green scales like moss, and there were dancing tentacles at the tip of their noses that looked like distorted stars, and their front paws were broad and well-developed. Resembling a sharp blade, the slender hind limbs spread out with tentacles-like soles.

The strange-shaped mole was frightened and jumped out of the moss, and fled in all directions into a hidden burrow under the roots of the tree.

Moths with patterns all over came and walked side by side with Watson, dancing around him as if they were playing with their companions. The moths in the skull also flapped their wings happily, echoing with the moths of the woodland, as if they were chattering endlessly. Discussing interesting anecdotes of the present.

Fluttering fluttering: "Listen to me, the world is really fun when you wake up. Those mortals change their clothes every once in a while, but they are neither for protection from the cold nor for protection, but to change their clothes Attracting the opposite sex! Hahaha, what a strange race!!!”

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

Fluttering fluttering: "And now the mortals in the awakening world have invented weapons that can harm the sage! Last night, I witnessed with my own eyes a savage who knew the blade was beaten to death by mortals, and carried away like a prey. "

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

Fluttering fluttering: "Also... those lamp men have established a special force in the awakening world to arrest other secret messengers, and have also developed the technology to temporarily store the ruthless lamp in the mortal stone. The stone The lighting inside...although it’s a little not fresh, but at least the taste is good.”

Pu Leng: "Really? Really?!"

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The above conversations are naturally just Watson's unreasonable reverie, but it is also difficult for him to distinguish whether this is his own sudden whim, or the reality that has been penetrated by the influence of the moth in his skull.

He seemed to be running aimlessly, just to release the repressed wildness in his heart, but there was something guiding him in the dark, maybe it was a moth in his skull, or maybe it was a moth in the woodland. The right jump finally arrived at the destination.

The gloomy woodland opened up again, Watson seemed to have reached the end of the woodland, the moths of the moths of the moth did not move, and the old tree trunks also stopped, like soldiers lined up in a wall.

Standing in front of him is a gigantic jagged rock as majestic as a mountain. Its strange shape is like a titan from an epic legend. He walked here with extremely serious injuries, and he could no longer bear it and fell to his knees. After being washed and corroded by the sands of time, it gradually petrified into what it is today.

The peak of the jagged boulder protrudes like a towering spire of a Gothic church. The front of the strange stone is carved with a swirl-like round pupil-shaped sign. The surface of the stone body is covered with lichen and moss rendered in black ink, as well as rough graffiti of unknown meaning that seem to be drawn by children.

Watson could only feel faint murmurs coming from inside the jagged boulder... It was a murmur mixed with wooden wheels, flint beating, waves and waves, and all kinds of strange sounds.

Contains a strong atmosphere like a religion, it seems to be worshiping the mass, it seems to be chanting scriptures, it seems to be singing songs... When Watson closes his eyes, his brain can't help but produce hallucinations, as if standing in front of him It is a deep, lonely and solemn sacred temple.

The Well in the Woods left a deep impression on Watson, and he still had awe and concerns about the mystery in his heart. He hid his figure in the shadow of the woodland again, and did not move on.

Watson was lurking in the mottled shadows of the trees. He saw two strangely shaped petite figures appearing at the edge of the woodland on the other side. They roughly showed the shape of a human with a head and limbs, but the composition of the body was not flesh and bones. , but a slender branch and a pool of bright red liquid.

They seem to be less than the height of ordinary people's knees, and the small hands with green leaves are holding the small hands with liquid condensation and bouncing out of the woodland, which makes Watson have the desire to see a pair of childhood sweethearts discussing where to go after school. sense of sight.

The pair of children, who were suspected to be native species of the woodland, went all the way to the bottom of the majestic jagged boulder. They seemed to be awed by the strange rock that towered like a mountain, and stood hand in hand under the stone for a long time without moving.

Just when Watson thought the pair of woodland creatures would climb up the boulder and play happily on the sword-sharp peak, the Twig Man suddenly moved.

It exploded suddenly, raised its bare right arm, turned around and pierced into the head of the partner formed by the condensed bright red liquid, went straight through, and then stirred violently!

The group of human-shaped species that looked like strawberry-flavored gummies was hit hard, and the bright red liquid symbolizing the head splashed out, and the headless limbs trembled violently, as if in anger, and seemed to be convulsed. After the sound, it shattered into a pool of ordinary bright red liquid and fell to the ground.

Watson saw the branch-like humanoid trembling slightly, as if conveying some kind of lighthearted emotion, and he seemed to be able to hear the other party snickering softly.

The branch creature bent down, dipped its only green leafy left arm with the remains of its little friend, like waving a paintbrush, and began to scribble on the jagged boulder.

It uses bright red paint to paint a small tree with a slender trunk and lush branches, which seems to be pinned on its desire for its own future?

It's just that Watson looked at the canopy that seemed to be missing the upper part. Judging from his poor art appreciation ability, he always felt that what the other party drew seemed to be a goblet?A goblet full of red wine or blood!

The branch creature used up the corpses of its friends to draw this graffiti, and jumped up contentedly, looking quite satisfied with its own work.

But it didn't notice that under the moss as thick as a blanket, a strange mole that had been lurking for a long time suddenly sprang out. The mole waved its sharp claws and cut off the limbs of the branch creature, leaving only Under the slightly thicker torso, the head was cut until it was as sharp as a pen.

The odd-shaped mole looked around several times to make sure that there were no other creatures present. Then, holding the trunk of the branch creature, it sneaked up to the huge lantern-like fruit hanging on the side of the jagged boulder. It raised its head and scratched .

And Watson, who sneaked nearby at the same time, witnessed the traces drawn by the other party with the help of the moth's vision. It seemed to be some kind of obscure symbol that was very similar to the secret scriptures, but it didn't seem to contain power, but it made Wo Sen Sen felt very familiar, as if he had seen similar scriptures somewhere... But this was obviously neither a moth nor a cup nor a blade. Where did he come into contact with this other secret transmission? !

This scripture poured into Watson's brain with the vision, and he didn't need to practice the corresponding rules to decrypt it by himself, giving birth to a secret that should not exist in this world——

【Abdler Khan, Durst Akbol, Mohamit Singh and Jonnozan Small intercepted the treasure of businessman Ahmad, and the four of them hid the treasure secretly and Draw a signature and swear: From now on, the four will advance together and retreat together, and they will not swallow the treasure alone. 】

【However, they went to jail afterwards. In order to gain freedom and wealth, they told Major Sholto and Captain Morstan the secret of the treasure, hoping to bribe them to help the four escape from prison. 】

[But the greedy Sholto stole the treasure, deceived five people, and returned to Great Britain alone. 】

【Mostan, who returned to China, approached Shuerto angrily, but died in a hurry during the argument, so the guilty Shuerto would send a treasure to Morstan's descendants every year. 】

[Jonnozan Small finally escaped from prison after going through untold hardships. He took his servant Tongge to Great Britain to secretly investigate the news of the damned Sholto, and finally let him find a chance to steal back the treasure that belonged to them. He left Four signatures were signed to prove that the treasure had been returned to its original owner, but in the process, Sholto's son Bartholomi was unfortunately attacked by Tongge and died on the spot. 】

[And the beautiful Miss Mary Morstan has been receiving mysterious packages for six years, and recently received a strange letter with four signatures, and went to 221B Baker Street to seek the help of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. 】

Watson murmured the message inwardly, his eyebrows furrowed more and more as he read.

"Is this the four-signature case in the original book?"

"Is this a prophecy about upcoming events?"

"But the great detective Sherlock Holmes in this message is named Sherlock... the male detective in the original book?"

"But the great detective Sherlock Holmes I know is obviously a woman!"

　Good news: I put it on the shelves again a few days late!You can still watch free chapters for a few more days!
　　In fact, the author wants to save some manuscripts on weekends. Otherwise, with the author's current update speed, let alone full attendance, I won't even be able to eat fresh shit
　　ps: Although I know that the old masters must be able to see the meaning of the end of this chapter at a glance, the author has to reveal the worldview of the secret religion step by step to Watson and some readers who have never been in touch with the game

　　
　
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