Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 5 Chapter 10: Something behind the door

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Pong! Pong! Pong!

After the bronze gate, the sound of the slaps continued, echoing in the open ground, as if from an ancient faraway.

Folse's body was tight, and it was difficult to contain it. The voice was involuntarily and pressed very low:

"What will be behind the door?"

"I don't know." He shook his head honestly and swallowed his mouth.

She just picked up the right hand of the three-sided thorn, the joints are prominent, and the blood vessels are floating, which is extremely hard.

Pong! Pong! Pong!

The sound of the door was picked up. It didn't get faster, didn't slow down, and kept the same rhythm. Every sound was like tapping on the heart of Fols and Hugh. They knocked on their hair and numb.

"It shouldn't come out... If it's so easy, it's going to come out, it won't wait until now." Folslo comforted himself with a bit of a dry mouth.

Suspension nodded:

"When the material is formed, we will leave immediately."

In such an environment, her curiosity can't overcome the instinct fear.

"Good!" Folsch turned his gaze to the place where the two ancient grievances were purified. While burying in his heart, the information provided by the "Moon" was not detailed enough, and there was no indication that the castle had such a strange door. .

At this point, a little dark dust is just like a fine gemstone, falling to the ground, divided into two piles, gathered together.

Around them, the almost invisible residual spirituality condenses into a seemingly illusory crystallization.

Accompanied by "crystallization" and dust are two different items, a ring that is completely transparent, as if it were eroded, a crystal-like eye with a hint of black air flowing inside.

Seeing this scene, Fols suddenly realized that:

Ancient grievances are ghost-like creatures with extraordinary characteristics. Among them, curses are related to certain items in a certain part of their life. This combines with characteristics and becomes the basis for their existence. Because of this, different ancient grievances The corresponding curses of the spirits will not be the same, but the essence is the same, and the dust is another characteristic, which is the source of most of their abilities. As for the residual spirituality, it is slightly equal to the blood of the monster.

Pong! Pong! Pong!

The sniper behind the bronze gate was persevering and never stopped, constantly testing the nerves of Fols and Hugh.

Fear of caution, the two people who were slightly trembling in the body had the illusion of a slight sway in the door. A heart was always hovering high and swaying.

In the state of being able to bounce to the stairs at any time, Fols finally waited until the dust and curse of the ancient grievances formed.

She gestured to take a break and squatted down and took out the three square iron boxes that were prepared.

After hesitating, Fols looked up and looked at Hugh, and said:

"The two ancient grievances have waited for each other for too long. I think, I want to separate some of their legacy and bury them together... oh, in this case, I take a curse, you take a pile of dust, The remaining spirituality is equally divided, is it ok?"

Hugh did not hesitate, gently bowed:

"it is good!"

Fols breathed a sigh of relief, licking his lips, flipping "Le Mano's travel notes" and sliding over one page with his fingers.

The five pieces of nails in her right hand suddenly grew a bit, sharp and sharp, covered with black patterns and symbols.

This is the "claw of corrosion" from the blood family.

After looking at the changes in the palm of his hand, Fulth grabbed the ground and easily dug a pothole, leaving traces of corrosion.

Then she put a crystal-eyed curse and a pile of dust into the pothole and filled it with the masonry and mud that she had just grabbed.

Oh, she nailed her nails and wrote an epitaph on the ground that was flattened:

"Return for you, guard for you, never separate."

After doing all this, Fols was about to sigh, but just happened to meet the back of the bronze gate, and the sound of the slap suddenly changed.

Pong!

She almost jumped up scared and quickly put the remaining pile of dust, ring-shaped curse and residual spirituality into different square tin boxes.

Then she packed the box and straightened her body, and with Hugh, walked slowly to the narrow step.

Pong! Pong! Pong!

The slaps behind the bronze gates became more and more fierce, and Firth and Hugh’s teeth subconsciously bite, along the stairs, and quickly ascend.

They are getting faster and faster, and at the end, they are running, not at all concerned about whether they will fall on the ladder and roll down like a wheel.

Finally, there was sunshine in front of Firth and Hugh.

They shine from the outside and sprinkle on the ladder in front, bright, pure and warm.

At this time, the ping-pong knocking from the bottom of the ground came to an abrupt end, and there was no follow-up.

Foers and Hugh looked at each other, slowed down, and even made a few leap to return to the upper level of the abandoned castle.

The two did not talk, left here directly and returned to the edge of the forest.

After walking for a while, Fols eased and licked his lips:

"It was a horror just now. Although the things behind the bronze door didn't cause any harm to us, even did not show up, but I still think it is more terrible than the ancient grievances, than everything I have experienced before. Terrible, for a few minutes, I couldn’t help but imagine several miserable deaths. One is more scary than a scary but ping-pong sound.

Hughed over the head and agreed to nod:

“Well, I had the feeling of walking on the edge of the cliff at the time.”

Fols was about to say something more, suddenly saw the nose of Hugh, and shed two bright red blood.

"Hugh, Hugh, you have a nosebleed!" Fols quickly reminded friends.

After a break, the pupils tweeted:

"You also have a nosebleed!"

"Ah?" Fols slammed his hand and wiped his nose. He felt that it was hot and warm, and the liquid was slightly thick.

She was awkward, and she took her right hand to her eyes. She only saw the blood red on it, which was dazzling.

“Before being too nervous?” Foers wondered.

At this time, she found that her wrists, under the sunlight shining through the trees, grew a pale black spot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark spots spread quickly and covered the place of the arm, the back of the hand, and so on.

"Yeah!" Foers screamed in a subconscious voice, and looked up to see the rest.

Her eyes flashed a piece of dark spots on her cheeks and neck!

"This, this is not normal!" Fols blurted out and debuted.

Hugh also noticed the friend and his own anomaly, recalling:

"Do you still remember what the female grievances say?

"She said that the guards that had been infiltrated by the bronze gates were eroded!

“Are we going to be eroded too?”

Foers thought for a second, Zheng focused on the road:

"possible!"

She quickly took out the pre-prepared pharmacy, and parted it to Hugh. She then unscrewed the lid and sipped two bottles.

However, the two did not improve a bit, and the longer the black spots, the more they became blurred.

噗通噗通! It didn't take long for Fols, who was ineffective in self-help, to hear his heartbeat and feel that his body began to lose strength.

She couldn't think of a way to move her lips a few times, biting her teeth, violently turning her body, taking a few steps and pulling the distance away.

Then she buried her head and mourned the name of Mr. Fool.

It was a ten-second effort, and her crimson glow appeared, and the tide drowned her.

A little snoring screamed, and Fols saw the familiar mottled long table and the ten high-back chairs opposite.

She immediately discovered that the faint gaze of her head had completely disappeared, and the eccentric dark spots were not highlighted above the spirit.

"Thank you for your help." Fols quickly got up and bowed to the bronze long table with the shadow of the shadows in the thick fog.

Then she heard the voice of Mr. Fool’s tone plainly:

"Your spirit is eroded by some kind of power.

"It's ok now."

Has been purified by Mr. "fool"? In the heart of Fols, I was asked to ask what methods I could use to save the rest. Suddenly, I was suddenly red and there was light.

After a short interval, she found herself returning to the real world and returning to Dreier Forest. The black spots on the back of the hand and wrist were rapidly diminishing and receding, and the blood dripping from the nose had stopped.

Going back to the body, I saw that Hugh had weakly supported the trees next to him, and the face was dark and sinister. It was terrible. The muscles on both sides of Fowl's neck jerked, and my thoughts began to spin.

After a few seconds, she approached quickly, holding down her shoulder, and said quickly:

"I have a way to save you, but you need to follow my description!

"Thinking in ancient Hermes, not a fool of this age..."

Hugh hard to flip the puffy eyelids, read Folse for two seconds, then sighed:

"The fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the fog;

"The king of yellow and black who is in good luck..."

When the voice did not fall, Hugh saw a deep red star shining from nothing, sweeping himself.

The hard-to-describe snoring lasted for a second and disappeared into Hugh’s ear. She immediately saw herself in an ancient majestic palace, sitting at a long, mottled table, with endless gray and fog. On the side of the side, there is a figure that looks down on yourself and gives you a feeling of sorrow.

This scene is strange and familiar to her. She once met once in the "dream" and never thought back after the exorcism.

That purification didn't really work... Hsu suddenly came up with such an idea, deliberately got up and prayed to the shattered figure:

"You are the great king of yellow and black?"

She did not appear too surprised and too frightened, it seems that there is a certain expectation.

"You can call me directly, Mr. ‘fool’, sit down.” The figure that breathed like a sea responded gently.

Hugh once again, sat down and confirmed that he had got rid of the bad state just now.

She looked around and thought about it:

"Mr. Dear Mr. Fool, is there a seat for Folswall?"

The "fool" shrouded in a misty light nodded:

"Yes."

Hugh for a second, directly speaking:

“Can I join like her?”

"The Fool" chuckled:

"This is a gathering of their own organization, called by me.

"There are still seats, you can join.

"Put a card. They use their one of the Tarot cards to make their own code."

Hugh did not ask much, did not say much, immediately nodded:

"Yes, ‘fool’.”

On the bronze long table in front of her, there was an additional tarot card.

Hugh extended his right hand, solemnly cut the card, took one, and opened it on the table.

Her card depicts the angel with the horn and the deceased waiting for salvation.

"Judgement" card!

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