Mystery: The Star Key

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In the past, he had seen her photos and her face in countless news media and social media. He was so familiar with her that he could even trace her shape with his eyes closed. Seven continents and four oceans, a beautiful and unique coastline, clouds in the atmosphere, and 70% of the sea water covers her spherical surface.

Earth. Earth.

She was as beautiful as Igna remembered.

However, the first time I saw her with my own eyes, Igna was not surprised, surprised or surprised.

Instead, he felt cold all over. It seems that starting from Tianling Gai, every hair, every inch of skin, every bone is frozen in fear.

Why Earth?

How could it be Earth...

This is the earth!

When he was an astrologer, he was amazed that the world's astronomy and weather were so similar to the earth in his memory.

There are four distinct seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there are annual cycles of 365 days.

But he never thought that this is the earth.

The moon here is red, the gods here walk on the earth, and the laws of the world here are completely different from the earth.

How could this be Earth!

Igna felt that two forces were constantly pulling in his mind, and two little people were fighting. A villain calmly analyzed all objective phenomena, and gave an indisputable and unquestionable answer - "This is the earth, you have been on the earth".

The other villain is doing his best and hysterically opposing - "This is not the earth, and this can never be the earth."

Igna let out a low growl, feeling as if his brain was about to explode.

But in the universe, as he knew in his knowledge. There is no sound that can be transmitted in the vacuum, no matter whether he shouts in despair, or shouts, only a silent deep space and the beautiful blue planet that accompanies him answer him.

"Do you feel pain..."

As Igna struggled to convince himself of the fact, there was an ethereal voice in his head, from behind him.

"What makes you miserable, my child..."

That voice was inexorable, but it seemed to be full of love, as if her voice was followed by a familiar harbor.

The voice was far, far away, but it seemed to be slowly approaching.

"Come... come to my mother..."

Igna's eyes widened. He didn't look back.

Before he lost his mind to such an extent, he immediately stopped thinking and stopped despairing.

There are some profound things that are still engraved in his mind.

Watch out for the moon!

And behind him is the moon!

He followed Senior Xiao Zhou's instructions very well and did not leave the "barrier" range on Earth.

What was that talking behind him?

Igna's mind was soothed by the sound, but he remained sane very normally, and he saw that granulation was constantly emerging from his body. The pain was unbearable, as if being stirred by a steel needle. But in terms of "consciousness", he didn't seem to notice it. In terms of "consciousness", he "felt" that the sound behind him was safe.

As long as he turns his head, as long as he takes a few steps, he can "go" where he wants.

"Fuck."

When Igna heard this voice, he rushed into the earth without looking back.

The scorching heat of the friction with the atmosphere almost burned his body, but Ignat couldn't handle that much.

In his mouth, he silently recited the four incantations that entered the gray fog. Let the body rush into the atmosphere like a meteor, but the consciousness has entered the gray fog.

In the process of passing through the gray fog, countless red-black, blue-black, yellow-black mists floated on Igna's body. Compared with the past, the pain is simply worse. There seemed to be steel needles stirring in his mind, and his limbs and bones were pierced by countless needles and transpired.

This time, Igna even briefly lost consciousness because of the excessive pain during the "sterilization" process.

In the end, when he regained consciousness above the gray fog, Igna felt that he might have never been polluted like this in his life.

But at this moment, Ignatius' first reaction was to rejoice.

Thank you for your timely response. Fortunately, when he realized that there was a possibility of being contaminated, he immediately came above the gray fog.

It was hard for Igna to believe that it was only after listening to these few words, and his reaction time was less than half a minute, that there was such a degree of pollution.

If the reaction is more sluggish, Igna doubts whether his people are gone.

Still, Igna wasted no time.

After seeing the situation of the spiritual body and using the power of the gray fog to confirm that his state was the same as usual, Igna quickly left the gray fog.

He has not forgotten that his body is still in a high-speed free fall in the atmosphere.

The heat of friction with the atmosphere was offset by the extraordinary items prepared in advance, and Igna himself was not damaged. When he felt the existence of the spiritual world again, he immediately used the ability to "travel".

After a few jumps, he returned to the City of Silver.

Canterbury in the room was startled when she saw her returning friend.

"Welcome... back." Canterbury was halfway through.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Canterbury asked immediately, frowning.

Looking at the worried look on the witcher's face, and the bathtub with hot water in the room. Ignat seemed to finally feel his presence.

He still exists. He still exists.

"It went well," said Igna, but his voice was so hoarse that Canterbury was startled.

However, the secret mage in front of her seemed to be unconscious.

He still looked at her seriously when he spoke very politely as before.

However, his azure blue eyes seemed to have lost their soul and lost their luster. He also seemed unaware of his own abnormality.

"Our planet is beautiful too. It's blue, like a planet made of water." Igna continued, hoarsely, whispering like a dreamer, "If it's not too dangerous, maybe everyone should see it with their own eyes. Look."

Canterbury was silent for a moment. Two very complicated occult symbols flashed in her eyes. She stared at Igna, for a long time.

"Really?" Canterbury's face sank. "But Lawrence, your expression doesn't say that. Did you see anything bad in the stars?"

"..." Igna was silent for a while.

During the conversation, it was probably the steam from the hot tub that warmed the room, making him gradually feel his body.

Igna realized Canterbury's vigilance, and he wanted to appease Canterbury with a smile, but found that the corners of his mouth were very stiff. I'm afraid that if you really laugh, it won't look much better than crying.

Also, he didn't have the strength to control his expression. He was tired just standing now.

"I'm fine." Igna said, he no longer tried to smile, no longer tried to appease, but lowered his eyes, "No accident. I didn't see anything bad."

"But I don't want to say anything right now. I'm sorry."

Canterbury was more serious, she had never seen Lawrence make such an expression.

This friend who was always wise and calm seemed to be on the verge of despair, but he didn't realize it.

"I want to be quiet for a while, and then pray to Mr. Fool." Ignatius said.

"I'll share my feelings with you after I sort myself out, okay?"

"I want to be alone for a while now."

Canterbury fell silent again.

Finally, she nodded and said, "Okay. But before I leave, you have to ask Michelle to check your mental state."

Igna nodded and did not refuse.

"I get checked. But I don't want to talk to anyone until I want to speak on my own," Ignatius said, as if he was going to tell everything he could say now. "When I'm adjusted, I will Find Michelle for treatment yourself."

Hearing Igna's request, Canterbury fell silent again, but she did not refuse.

After consoling with a last hug ~www.readwn.com~ Canterbury quietly exited the door.

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After escorting Michelle Watkins, who had come to check, Ignat sat looking out the window at the clear sky.

Like a puppet without a soul, he sat motionless for three hours. The water in the tub in the room had long since cooled, but no one cared about it.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon that Ignace softly recited the honorable name of Mr. Fool in Chinese.

"Fools who do not belong to this era,"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog,"

"The king of yellow and black in charge of good luck..."

In the slightly trembling tail sound, Su Yuanning once again stepped into the boundless gray fog.