I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 60 What is influence
Watson can be said to be familiar with entering the woodland now, and the low, thorny and sharp branches that used to stand on the Dreamwalk trail are also lifted up in cooperation at this moment, as if to welcome them.

He also seemed to have some kind of hallucination, and his thoughts drifted back to the past in the future. When he retired and returned to his hometown, he just got off the bumpy bus with his luggage when he met Aunt Six who was chatting with sunflower seeds under the banyan tree at the head of the village. And the third prince, who was smoking dry tobacco, stood up in surprise and joy, and overturned the wooden bench under their buttocks, with expressions of welcome and fear on their faces.

Watson walked through the intuitive path connecting the dream of the self and the woodland of Mansu, and really landed in the dark and ancient forest.

He stepped on the moss layer as soft as a high-quality blanket, and felt that the silky touch under his feet was slightly different from the woodland this morning. The thick moss seemed to be shaking slightly, but it was not the vibration of the earth's crust, more like Those flat fronds seemed to tremble with fear.

"What happened in the woodland?"

Watson walked forward with doubts, and within a few steps, he knew the reason for this abnormality - it was the mottled moon shadows splashed from the gaps between the branches of the tree crowns!
It turns out that tonight's full moonlight has become dangerous and aggressive again. Compared with the previous night, the bright moonlight is fuller and shining like a sharp sword, piercing down like a sharp sword, dispelling the darkness of the forest, and at the same time letting the bright moon fall The moss in the panic receded slowly like the tide.

Watson looked up at the pale arc moon, and saw that the perfect moon disk, which had no trace of meteorite bombing, seemed to be trembling slightly, as if desperately suppressing the rage and rage, but the scattered moonlight could not help but taint it. The color and power of Heaven's Wrath fell into the woods and produced a strange effect.

Just staring at Arc Moon, he already felt the cold moonlight penetrating through his pupils, and his eyes were also covered with a layer of silvery white that shone like a mirror.

The sharp needle-like moonlight pierced his spirit, like Jack's pea in a fairy tale, quickly took root and sprouted in his soul, and strange feelings quickly spread and grew in the bottom of his heart.

Watson felt an unprecedented itching. The weird itching did not come from the skin on the body surface, but from the pseudo-biological flesh and blood inside the spiritual body!
He scratched his chest involuntarily, wanting to tear the skin open to open the body cavity, reached in and took out the internal organs and bones, and rubbed against the rough bark to soothe the intense itching that pierced his heart like burrs.

His ten fingers scratched the skin, and bright red blood oozes out. The faint pain stimulates the mind, and the moth in the skull is the first to wake up. The flesh and blood wisps of moonlight uprooted and expelled.

Watson's eyes regained clarity, and he quickly moved out of the range covered by the moonlight. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the bright moon in the sky, and calmly breathed with lingering fear.

"I'm careless... The enthusiasm of the woodland recently made me almost forget that Mansu is the world where Si Chen lives. All the phenomena here are weird and beyond common sense and imagination!"

"I didn't expect that even the natural phenomenon of the moon's waxing and waning contains an irresistible danger!"

"We must continue to act cautiously, don't see, don't listen, don't move!"

Watson warned himself, his body was completely hidden under the thick shade of the forest, and in line with the moth's familiarity with the woodland, he silently and slowly walked through the darkness dappled with dazzling silver light.

He hoped to find the third scripture on the secret history principles again tonight, so as to compare and confirm the secrets represented by the secret history. Discover and summarize the laws and significance of the secret history.

But the world obviously won't work according to his wishes, especially in this Mansu world controlled by all the ministers.

He searched hard for a long time, but he never found the inscribed chapters containing the scriptures of the secret history that should be left by the group of strange moles in hidden places such as moss, tree roots, and crypts.

Even Watson has been hovering near the border of the woodland, hiding in the shadows and looking towards the jagged boulders in the distance. He has not been able to find the scriptures of the secret history for a long time, nor has he seen the bloody sacrifice as cruel as the ancient blood at noon. Secret engraving process.

Even if you look far enough to look at the huge, lantern-like black fruit hanging from the side of the strange boulder, you can only see a mass of twisted shadows condensed into substantial darkness, and the surrounding stone walls are not without scratches containing secrets, even The notches revealing the four signatures seen in the dream at noon have also been covered by lichen and moss, and those secrets may have been swallowed up by a powerful being.

Watson pondered whether to continue to wait, whether he should test the limits of Mansu Dream Walk, after all, he had been in contact with mysterious things in the past, and he had withdrawn and returned to the waking world on his own... If he had been living in peace Staying where I am, will something come along and interrupt my dreamwalking, or will the quality of the psychic that symbolizes the key and fuel for dreamwalking run out on its own, and I will have to be sent back to the waking world?

Or a more frightening possibility, my consciousness will stay in Mansus forever, and be separated from my body in the waking world... Then I will die completely because of the loss of nutrition supply of flesh and blood? !

Thinking of this possibility, Watson suddenly felt a little anxious. He didn't want to die so silently, especially if his body was likely to become a vegetable lying in a hospital bed with incontinence, even if he was shot through his body by tens of thousands of bullets on the battlefield. However, even if she died tragically due to the confrontation with the deformed creature, even if she was arrested and imprisoned by Holmes at the scene of the murder... No matter what the ending is, it is better than this ending of waiting to die!
The moth inside the skull seemed to sense his urgency, and slightly vibrated its scales to guide him to look up.

Watson rested his palm flat on his forehead, covering his upwardly extending line of sight, so as to avoid inadvertently witnessing the shape of the arc moon, and looked towards the jagged boulder as guided by the moth.

On the peak of the jagged boulder like a Gothic cathedral, there was a figure standing impressively. With his back to the moonlight, he couldn’t see his true face, but his arms were raised parallel to the ground, his legs were close together and he stood straight, his head slumped. The ground is crooked, like the cross on the top of the church, and like a statue of Jesus suffering.

This is the second time Watson has met human beings in the Mansu woodland. In his heart, he actually wants to go up and chat with them, whether it is to exchange knowledge of the Sichen Principles, or exchange skills of life and death... It is very important. good choice.

But the other party's magnanimous appearance bathed in the strange moonlight gave Watson a sense of foreboding—either the other party was a high-level esoteric practitioner who was able to ignore the influence of the restless moonlight, or... He has already fallen under the influence of Arc Moon and lost his mind!
Watson first looked away, carefully examining his own situation, whether he was also indirectly affected by the arc moon, and whether he was also quietly planting the seeds of restlessness... The result is safe and sound, it seems that as long as he is not directly exposed to the moonlight Under the pouring of water, or directly witnessing the trembling Arc Moon, he is still not affected by that weirdness.

He continued to focus on the figure on the top of the jagged boulder, closely watching the other person's next move.

The figure with arms raised like a cross is still standing on the top of the peak. The clothes that came with the dream are fluttering in the high wind of the sky. It seems to be a thick nightdress made of real silk. It seems that this person should be famous. A female dreamer, or a transvestite male dreamer.

The dreamer in the posture of the cross is also shaking slightly in the wind, as if the next second a strong wind blows, he will blow over and fall——

The soliloquy in Watson's heart is not over yet, and the celestial phenomena in the sky seem to have really heard his words. Suddenly there is a violent hurricane, the branches of the forest are rustling with fallen leaves, and the figure on the top of the boulder is like The rootless leaves fell, fluttering like leaves with the wind, and finally fell to the ground with a slap, splashing bright red spots, sprinkled on the dark green moss, and splashed graffiti on boulders.

But what puzzled Watson was that the moss that had devoured Elson's body greedily, now faced with this delicacy that fell from the sky, but could not avoid it, as if seeing some terrible food, falling into a dead silence under the moonlight The layer of moss seemed to wake up suddenly, trembling violently and rolling away like a wave, leaving a large space beside the fallen corpse.

Watson became more and more surprised and curious, and he murmured in his heart, as if he was asking the opinion of the moth in his skull.

"Will looking at that dead body have any threat or bad effect on me?"

The moth inside the skull is just silence, but sometimes silence is a wordless answer.

He confidently climbed to the top of the tree, hid in the dense canopy, looked into the distance through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and saw the corpse lying in a pool of his own blood, the tie of the nightgown had long been untied, and the clothes looked like It opened outward like a window, just as its snow-white chest was also exposed, and its internal organs, which still had vitality, were also exposed to the ruthless moonlight, still struggling to beat.

Watson suddenly felt a strange influence sweeping over like a turbulent wave, just like the different feelings he had when facing the patrolman Lance, the distortion Harris and the leader William of the Flashing Blade.

He wanted to close his eyes tightly, but his eyelids opened uncontrollably. The buttons of the hospital gown were loosened one by one, and the breeze gently undid them, revealing his chest.

Even though Arc Moon's brilliance was blocked by the canopy, he still felt the new wounds and the old scars began to ache, and the closed flesh and blood seemed to be unable to help but want to open again, making the scars open again!

Only then did the moth in the skull vibrate its wings unhurriedly, gathering all this feeling.

Watson felt a burst of relief, the back of his head was already sweating profusely from the bizarre feeling just now, and a large piece of the hospital pillow was wet.

However, the impact of seeing the corpse with the chest open was so profound, far surpassing all the strange impacts he had suffered before, so that even if he returned to the waking world, the impact of longing for the opening still remained in his heart.

It's just that the impact he received this time... seems to be a little different. Now that he has calmed down, there is no longer the threat of losing control of his mind. Instead, it is like a ray of restrained and controllable emotions entwined in his heart. He unconsciously wants to release it. Release and resonate with the world.

"I seem to be able to control this emotion?"

Watson got up and came to the door of the ward. He closed his eyes and recalled the emotion that opened in his mind. Under the resonance of the emotion, some kind of mysterious power attached to his fingers, and was transmitted to the doorknob through the fingertips. lock it.

The cold and ignorant mechanical creation also seemed to be affected by this ray of emotion. The internal gears rotated and opened the door by themselves!

And at this moment, the sympathetic emotion in Watson's heart can only dissipate one or two out of ten.

It dawned on him.

"So this is the correct way to open Mansu!"

"Steal supernatural power enough to affect reality from Mansu through dream travel!"

Watson stared at the fingers entangled in the power of the hole, and calculated in his heart:

"This power seems to have other magical functions besides unlocking... There are many closed gaps in the body of a mortal."

　Up to this chapter, the power system of this book has roughly been fully revealed, secret biography-distortion (second design)-influence-ritual-aspiring youth...these elements in the original work have all appeared, even readers who have never been in contact with the game should Can also read.

　　This is the end of the first volume of Taboo.

　　Huh!According to the routine, shouldn't the author leave a suspense to break the chapter so that readers can continue to read?

　　
　
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