Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1020 Puppet Mask and Nuo Witch
Aiwass walked forward and picked up the red puppet mask on the ground.

This is a smiling face mask made of carnelian, with a flesh-red color - this is exactly the mask that Xi Tiansi wore before. When it is not worn on the face, the eyes and mouth are still transparent holes, but once it is worn on the face, it will be filled with black, and the facial features hidden under the mask cannot be seen clearly.

"...Really?"

Aiwass held the mask and muttered to himself.

He could clearly sense the power of the Tao from it, but his system did not show any prompts.

This is normal.

Ever since Aiwass completely distorted the established future and made the world officially step into the "IF line", there are more and more things that the system cannot recognize.

In the original world line, Xi Tiansi was not pulled down until the very end, and survived until the end to successfully win the game - after the end of the Transcendence Tide, Xi Tiansi became the only Tiansi left in the Path of Beauty. He almost did not participate in any plot throughout the whole process, and even cleverly avoided all shots... Because of this, Aiwass was very unfamiliar with his abilities and personality.

Aiwass actually didn't know what Xi Tiansi's purpose was. If he came to get close to him like Ying Tiansi did because he didn't want to be dragged down by the Tail Ring Ceremony, it didn't seem like that... He could only feel that Xi Tiansi had no ill will towards him at least for now.

"What is this thing for?"

Sherlock walked over and asked Aiwass casually.

Aiwass raised his eyebrows in surprise, handed the puppet mask in his hand to Sherlock, and asked, "Why should I know?"

"After all, you seem to know everything."

Sherlock carefully felt the texture of the puppet's mask, with a deep blue light dancing in his pupils.

He responded slowly, "Didn't someone openly discuss the replacement of the Pillar God when he was still at the first energy level?"

"I don't know everything, I only know what I know."

Aiwass said seriously.

He really wasn't joking when he said this - it was really true. Yassen might not understand what he said, but Sherlock, who was familiar with Aiwass, would surely understand what Aiwass wanted to express.

Sherlock ignored Aiwass and concentrated on infiltrating the extraordinary power of the Path of Wisdom into the mask.

"...Oh," Aiwass was a little surprised, "You learned the art of identification?"

This is the "identification" ability that only high-ranking extraordinary people on the path of wisdom can acquire - by communicating with the source, they can skip experiments and proofs and directly obtain fragments of truth.

The mages in the Mage Tower were able to develop advanced products that far surpassed the top alchemists, relying on this almost cheating "Truth Prayer", which allowed them to trace and restore ancient technology to a certain extent as long as they obtained fragments of ancient technology. The Dream Monk's brain library also had similar abilities, all of which were mysterious skills directly related to "truth".

"It's not difficult to learn."

Sherlock said casually, "This can be regarded as the advance payment from the Duke to me, and it is also the reason why he must get the help of a wise man. I didn't expect that the first time I used it after learning it outside of work was to help you identify things..."

"It's not helping me."

Aiwass drew a line in the sand: "I've already said that even if I give something, it's for you."

"hehe."

Sherlock sneered, "You're quite talkative, Mr. Fox. You make it sound as if we have the ability to use it... We've roughly identified it."

As he spoke, Sherlock put his hand down, and the azure glow in his eyes dimmed and dissipated.

He handed the red mask to Yassen and said simply, "Put it on."

Yasen didn't ask why or what to do.

He trusted Sherlock so much that he put the mask on his face directly.

——The next moment, red smoke came out from the gap in the mask. Yasen was startled and tried to tear the mask off, but it thrust out chalcedony-like tentacles and fixed itself on Yasen's face.

Then, Yasen's raised hands suddenly stopped moving.

"Hum hum……"

Yassen suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his hands and flipped them in the air, then drew an exaggerated arc with his right hand in front of his body and placed it on the left side of his chest and abdomen. He took a half step back with his left leg, saluted elegantly to Aiwass and Sherlock, and uttered the loud and joyful voice of Xi Tiansi: "It's so joyful and surprising, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon!"

“…So that’s what it’s used for.”

Avas suddenly understood.

No wonder Xi Tiansi left so quickly and suddenly... He didn't even explain what the reward he left behind was. It turned out that it was because he knew that as long as Aiwass and the others started to study the mask, he would come back again!

He had seen—even used—Isabel's puppet face.

But I didn't expect that the mask left by Xi Tiansi was actually his own puppet...

Let a celestial being descend upon your body - this is a genuine divine descent!

"Isn't this equivalent to a high-level divine art that can be traded?"

Aiwass asked the Xitiansi who was possessed by Yasen.

"That's different," Xi Tiansi replied with a smile, "I can't condense the crystal of the path. In other words, only the extraordinary people of the path of beauty can wear this mask. And the magic power I can use is only the magic power of this body."

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Hearing this, Aiwass shook his head slightly.

That being said...

But even if they only use one unit of mana, what the Tianshi can do is definitely far better than that of ordinary people. The gap between Tianshi and ordinary people is not just the difference in mana.

And judging from what Sherlock said... this mask doesn't seem to have a limit on how many uses it has?

Sherlock seemed to have guessed what Aiwass was thinking, and said directly: "This mask can be used once every two sunrises and sunsets. To be less precise, it can be used about once every two days. As for the duration..."

When he said this, he looked at Xi Tiansi.

The fragments of truth obtained through the appraisal technique are not as complete and comprehensive as the attributes given by the system. It is better to ask Xi Tiansi, who made this mask, directly.

"Ha! There's no such thing."

Xi Tianshi laughed heartily: "Or you could say... when I get bored or the Nuo witch explicitly refuses me to continue controlling this body, the performance will end. Unless the Nuo witch wearing the mask completely annoys me and asks me to crush the mask... otherwise it can be used like this forever, and even if the holder dies, the mask can continue to be passed down."

"...Nuo witch?"

Aiwass raised his eyes in surprise.

He vaguely remembered similar sayings. It was a small amount of knowledge left in his fragmented memory... He only remembered that it seemed to be a traditional culture related to rituals.

"This is actually... the original use of this technique."

The God of Play laughed: "Invite the dead ghosts, invite the people who cannot come, invite the invisible gods... let the actors who cannot appear on the same 'stage' perform, dance, and sing on the same stage -

“Take off the mask and you are a human, put on the mask… and you are a god.

"Take me out for a walk. This dream world is getting more and more boring. It's better to say that this material world is about to become lively..."

After He said this, the overwhelming mysterious aura around "Yasen" suddenly dissipated.

Yasen paused, and when he spoke again his voice changed back to normal: "What do you hear my voice like now?"

Before he finished speaking, he could already hear his own voice.

So Yasen took off the mask on his face.

After Xi Tiansi left, the mask lost its suction power.

At this time, its color has become a little darker.

Although it still looked like flesh and blood, it now looked like raw meat that had been left in the air for a while, becoming a little purple and dull - no longer as fresh and bright as before.

(End of this chapter)