Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 69 Reading Hypnosis ([-])

Oops.

Chris's heart skipped a beat, but Mrs. Sharon just smiled softly at him, and then looked away: "Sir Ryall, are you interested?"

"Have!"

Sir Ryall walked up to Mrs. Sharon with a blushing face. He deliberately shrunk his beer belly and tried not to show his desire.

Mrs. Sharon raised her hand and pointed to the chair: "Sit."

Sir Lyall sat obediently on the short chair, holding his knees with his hands, like an obedient primary school student.

"Then I'll start..."

Mrs. Sharon pulled out a dark purple-covered book from her purse and spoke softly in a gentle and elegant voice.

"It can relieve fatigue and eliminate negative emotions. Not only mental patients can receive hypnosis. This is not a treatment." This is Mrs. Sharon's explanation of "reading hypnosis".

The banquet hall fell silent. Even if you listened carefully, you could only hear the breathing of everyone.

"The blood-red crimson moon covered the ice and snow all over the ground with a red curtain, covering my heart; the noose was so cold and hot that it was put around the neck of the unfaithful person...

The wingless chick, its sharp beak caught arsenic on your lips, pecked my heart to pieces; many strange things wandered in the distance, this group of ferocious phantoms in my sleep, mocking me mercilessly... "

Mrs. Sharon's infectious voice echoed in the banquet hall. Chris turned his head and looked around. Everyone was observing and listening carefully.

Some people have confused and uncertain expressions on their faces, while others have clear and clear expressions on their faces. What is certain is that none of them are particularly clear-headed right now.

The strangeness in his wrist reminded Chris, and he glanced at Catherine beside him. She also showed an "obsessed" expression, but her mental state was obviously different from the others. She was simply immersed in the story.

Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision.

He observed Mrs. Sharon's aura. Under the blue, which symbolized calmness, there was also some red, which symbolized excitement.

Sir Ryall's health condition is obviously worse. In addition to being overweight, he also has major problems with his reproductive system.

In the state of spiritual vision, the light from above the head dimmed, but a dark purple light lit up in front of the banquet hall. The light source came from the book in Mrs. Sharon's hand.

At this time, Sir Ryle began to murmur in his sleep, his fat and swollen fingers beating unconsciously.

"...His words make my blood boil, because I no longer feel resentful, the pain has given me wisdom and everything I want..."

Chris raised his ears and listened carefully, and an unpleasant feeling came to his heart.

Just now, Mrs. Sharon had been reading a play written by Emperor Russell, but now she suddenly read an article from an unknown source.

Mrs. Sharon's voice was still soft and calm, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging beneath the calmness.

"He said, but I want to remember the curse I placed on you... His voice echoed across the valley, and was eventually lost in the mist of the waterfall...

He once wrote and copied the prophecy describing the end of the day. At that time, disasters were everywhere, the sky collapsed... The frozen stream and the quiet air could hear His voice, and the whole body trembled...

Even the sun trembled and withdrew its light and fell at His feet..." (Note)
Him?Could it be Chic, the original witch?
Chris thought, gathered his spirit, and looked intently.

Against the black background of nothingness, purple lines that are hard to spot and have fine burrs on the surface stretch out from the book, like tentacles, wandering towards the dazed Sir Ryall aside, converging on his brain.

really……

Chris's suspicion was confirmed. Mrs. Sharon had her own ulterior motives in conducting so-called "reading hypnosis."

But he believed in the results of his pendulum method - "There is no danger in the Borlague Club."

He ignored the possibility that the divination could be interfered with and lead to erroneous results.

Chris turned off his spiritual vision. He didn't like Sir Ryall, and Mrs. Sharon didn't dare to do anything here. He just waited quietly and did nothing.At this time, Sir Ryle's face became much rosier than before, his eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a sleeping baby lying in his mother's arms.

Mrs. Sharon stood up gracefully with her hands on her gauze skirt and clapped her hands. People in the banquet hall came back to their senses and suddenly realized that they had regained consciousness.

She stood aside, smiled and signaled to everyone, then stretched out her fingers to make a silent gesture, sat down again, and opened the book in her hand.

"Flocks of geese flew south in the clear blue sky, and the golden fields stretched as far as the eye could see... Thick fog rose from the mirror-like lake surface, and was wrinkled by a gust of autumn wind..."

Someone in the audience whispered to each other: "This is an article written by Emperor Russell in his early years."

Mrs. Sharon closed the purple book in her hand and asked with a chuckle: "You are completely asleep, right?"

Sir Ryall, who was snoring like a dead pig, actually nodded.

"How are you feeling at this moment?" she asked next.

"...Calm down." His voice was very soft.

"Are you arrogant? Are you proud of who you are?"

"……Do not."

"You don't have anger anymore, do you?"

"Anger...what is..."

“What about envy, sloth, greed, and gluttony?”

Sir Ryall shook his head: "It won't happen again..."

"Last question: Where is your... lust?"

He seemed to be struggling, and his facial muscles were twisted together. After a long time, he slowly replied: "No more..."

A flash of joy flashed in Mrs. Sharon's eyes. She snapped her fingers, and Sir Ryall raised his head suddenly, as if he was suddenly awakened from sleep.

"It has ended."

She smiled and looked at him lovingly.

The desire that once burned in Sir Lyall's eyes was extinguished, and he politely bowed to Mrs. Sharon, his posture more standard than before.

Chris seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He turned on his spiritual vision to observe, but found nothing unusual.

Mrs. Sharon asked like the host: "Has Sir Ryle's mood gotten better after my reading hypnosis?"

Sir Ryall smiled and nodded: "There is a kind of joy of physical and mental relaxation. After hypnosis, I am very happy now, as if my whole body is full of power."

"Heh," Mrs. Sharon covered her mouth and chuckled, half-turning her body, "Who else wants to try reading hypnosis?"

"Catherine, how did you feel just now?"

Chris asked in a low voice. He now believed that apart from Mrs. Sharon on the stage, he and Catherine were the only extraordinary people here.

"I don't feel anything," Catherine replied, "Emperor Russell is indeed very accomplished in literature."

"Is it the creations of Emperor Russell that she has been reading?"

Catherine turned her head and looked at him, her eyes full of doubts:

"Is not it?"

Note: Adapted from Shelley's "Prometheus Unchained", translated by Mr. Shao Xunmei
(End of this chapter)