Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 147 The innocent lady doesn’t like to laugh

"It's all that bullshit god!"

Seeing this figure, Maric roared with a distorted expression. He seemed to be venting something to relieve the physical and mental pain.

The silent cold wind blew by, causing the blood on the floor and walls to freeze into ice crystals, no longer releasing the sweet and tempting smell.

Hearing Maric's words, the emotions in the blue eyes of Miss Wrong Soul fluctuated, and she remembered the dreams she had often had in the past month, as well as the illusory whispers she heard from time to time.

Dreams are illusory and ethereal. She seems to have seen countless versions of herself in her dreams, the one who became a madman, the one who was completely out of control, the one who indulged in desire, the one who became an angel and saved the teacher. .

This confusing dream occupied all her energy, causing Miss Wrong Soul's mental state to decline irreversibly, and her inner desires could not maintain the most perfect restraint.

And the illusory murmurs were even more terrifying. They reached her ears in the morning, at noon, and at night on time. The layered sounds were like many people praising or praising something.

This influence from a high-ranking person puts her on the verge of losing control every time. She wants to dig her nails into her flesh, bite off her tongue, tear off her long pale golden hair, and use the physical pain to relieve the pain deep in her heart. A tendency to lose control.

At first, Sharon thought that she had been contaminated in some way, or that her acting method was abnormal, so she performed hard training for a period of time. However, the teachings from the Bound God did not alleviate this sudden pain for her. "curse".

However, at this juncture, the Rose School actually sent a Sequence 5, Sequence 6 and Sequence 7 team to clean them up.

This made the current situation of Sharon and Maric even worse, so they stopped hiding, found the right opportunity, and caught this Rose School informant, intending to interrogate some useful information.

"What kind of existence is the "New God" of the Rose School of Thought?"

After a long while, Sharon's blue eyes saw that the informant had stopped howling miserably, and asked her own question in a disembodied voice.

When this topic was brought up, the members of the Rose School were like crumbling a few kilograms of flour. Their emotions instantly rose and they praised the great ruler of time and space from the bottom of their hearts.

"God is God. He is the great God of wealth. He is the ruler of time and space. He is the incarnation of infinite wisdom. He is an existence that transcends the Seven Gods and the Mother Tree of Desire!!!"

"He is the God of Gods!!!"

"Believe in Him and you will gain countless knowledge and wealth, and your sins will also be forgiven!"

Seeing this crazy scene in front of her, Sharon's cold and stiff expression moved, and then she continued to say in a disembodied voice:
"He has been completely contaminated, his views have been distorted, and he has turned into a rational madman."

At this moment, Miss Wrong Soul seemed to feel the mockery of fate. The Rose School, which believed in evil gods and had no humanity, was actually contaminated by other evil gods, and all its members turned into twisted lunatics.

This made her not know whether she should feel lucky or unfortunate.

Fortunately, she ran out early enough under the protection of her teacher and was not directly contaminated by the terrifying existence.

Unfortunately, the unknown existence didn't seem to be planning to let her go, and was still eroding her slowly and firmly, as if he wanted to devour her into his mouth before he would stop.

"Sharon, what do we do next?"

In this gloomy atmosphere, Maric, who had come to his senses, struggled to ask his own questions.

"Looking for help"

But the innocent lady still used her ethereal voice to express her meaning concisely and clearly.

Tingen city.

Daffodil Street. In the guest room of Moretti's house.

It was late at night now. After teaching Melissa and eating his bedtime dessert, the blond boy was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, his attention clearly focused elsewhere.

At this moment, a spiritual creature made of white bones suddenly jumped out from the floor on the second floor, causing Ron's golden eyes to turn slightly and stare at it unblinkingly.

And the bone messenger was also stunned. Apparently, it didn't expect that there was someone in the room on the second floor and could see itself, so it quickly bent down and took the letter from Klein Moretti's hand without thinking. Entering the spirit world, it's like nothing happened.

Not long after, the sound of rolling and crawling footsteps was heard. He went up to the second floor and came to the guest room. Klein Moretti quietly opened a crack in the door and looked inside.

However, before his furtive eyes could see Ron, those childish and tricky words penetrated his ears.

"Mr. Klein, if you continue to be so sneaky, I will call someone and tell you that there is a pervert here who plans to violate me, a minor."

"Little Ron, I'm just checking to see if you're asleep. You know, this is my job!"

Mr. Seer obviously had resistance to Ron's bad mouth. He found a reason in a flash of thought, and then opened the door generously, like a teacher who checked his bed during his student days.

"Hmph╯^╰. Stop pretending. I saw the messenger just now. You don't want other Nighthawks to know about this, right?"

The blond boy ignored Klein Moretti's pretense of calmness. Instead, he snorted and threatened the fortune teller opposite him.

Hearing these juicy words, Klein Moretti's mouth twitched, and for a moment he just wanted to push the little kid to the ground and spank him.

But at this moment, the space in the room fluctuated, and a spiritual creature that was very familiar to Klein Moretti suddenly appeared.

This spirit world creature was about the size of a thumb, with a dark green color all over, and two antennae-like tentacles on its head. As soon as it appeared, it bowed to the little kid, as respectfully as if it were his servant.

As soon as Habakak stood up, he realized something was wrong, because he felt Ron's gaze that wanted to eat him alive.

It trembled and saw Klein Moretti, who was looking at it at the door of the room. Apparently, as a messenger, it was not skilled enough in its business.

"roll!"

A cold and majestic voice sounded, causing him to drop a letter and flee in panic, sweating profusely, not daring to stay here for a second longer.

"Klein, this is my messenger. Its name is Habakak. When needed, you can just perform a ritual to summon it."

"You don't know how to summon a messenger yet, do you? Do you need me to teach you?"

The blond boy raised his lips and looked at the fortune teller at the door, hoping to pass the test in a cute way.

But Klein Moretti narrowed his eyes slightly, imitated the blond boy's hum, and said proudly:
"Huh, Ron, you don't want others to know that you have a messenger, right?"

Mr. Seer was very calm at this time. Although he was surprised by the scene just now, he was not surprised at all. After all, he had long guessed that the little kid must have many secrets and had not lost his memory as he claimed.

　Today is the third update again, almost too late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)