Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 450

2021-11-09

Chapter 449 The Magical Life

Square stone table, only half of the area where the oil lamp is placed is illuminated. There is a round stone bench beside the table, and it cannot be moved as if it were fixed on the ground.

Mr. Riddle lifted his robes and sat down with Shade standing behind him.

And as Mr. Riddle took his seat, a light sound of pu~ came from across the table. In the thick darkness that could not be illuminated at all in the other half of the room, there was a faint yellow fire.

Almost symmetrical to the kerosene lamp at Mr. Riddle's hand, a short white candle, burning, appeared on the edge of the table on the other side of the stone table. The candle once burned, and the wax oil accumulated at the bottom of the candle.

Its light is still the size of a soybean grain, but at least it illuminates the other half of the table, and it also illuminates the unknown person who is sitting on the other side of the table wearing a black robe and a hood. silhouette.

This scene is extraordinarily terrifying. Before that, the darkness on the other half of the room could not be seen through. Therefore, neither Mr. Riddle nor Shade can confirm whether this silhouette has been sitting here quietly watching the conversation between the two, or whether it has just appeared.

And the appearance of strangers made the air in the room seem to change from gas to solid in an instant, freezing the entire room. It's not just the physical feeling of being bound, the pressure that the spirit perceives makes Shade frowned.

Mr. Riddle was even more groaned, fell headfirst on the stone table in front of him, and took a long time to lift the head.

Some subtle golden glitter appeared on Shade's clothing and skin, and Mr. Riddle's information turned out to be correct. This table really calls to God.

It's just that the pressure on the two of them when the other party appears is not even as strong as the [Pure Creator] who claims to be "no power". Shade speculates that this is because the method of summoning the gods is not ceremony, but the use of this unknowable relic.

The other party is not the body of God, not a saint, but can only be regarded as the illusory shadow of God. But this is also very reasonable. After all, according to Mr. Riedel, the purpose of calling the gods is to play the game, and if the game cannot be played because of the appearance of the gods, then the cart before the horse is reversed.

The light from the bowl-like black porcelain oil lamp and the short candle finally allowed Shade to see the table in front of him completely.

The stone square table has an uneven surface, with ten rectangular grooves in front of black robed sillhouette and Mr. Riedel.

Twenty grooves are arranged in parallel in two rows. On the side of all square grooves toward the center of the square table, there are small grooves extending. The twenty densely packed grooves are connected to each other. Together, it makes the surface of the table look like a complex circuit pattern that foreigners have seen in their hometown.

"God!"

Shade and Mr. Riddle bowed to each other in the most basic respect. But the silhouette under the black robe didn't make a sound, nor did it move.

On the contrary, in the terrifying pressure that solidified the air, the corpses by the wall were infected by this power, and they chanted together in a low voice. This scene really made Shade's scalp numb.

"It's the game of life!"

"Ten chances to place your life picture in order."

"Sad life."

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"Absurd life."

"Absurd life."

"Awful life."

"God will use Compare the life of a believer with yours.”

“Every life interacts.”

“Until the end.”

“Ten lives and ten lives Contrast."

"The winner can leave!"

"Praise the Lord!"

The corpses used three different tones to neatly put the The paragraph was repeated three times before it stopped.

This is probably the rules of the game. The ten segments of life not only have to be compared with each other, but also their own lives will be linked to each other, resulting in more powerful forces.

But Shade still didn't understand:

"What is victory? What is the comparison of life?"

But the corpses didn't answer at all, sitting Mr. Riedel raised his hand to signal that Shade didn't need to go on, and he said in a trance:
"I probably understand, use all the wonderful moments of my life to fight against another person's life."

He put his hand on the first groove on the left hand side, and took a long time to remove it.

And in the originally empty groove, there was actually a new card that just happened to be embedded in it. This is a colored card. Mr. Riddle on the card was shrunk under the tombstone, behind the tombstone. It's a terrifying blockbuster shadow. It's a flat pattern, but it looks three-dimensional to Shade, and even the shadows seem to wriggle on the card.

The gilded text appears on the top of the card little by little. After interpretation, its meaning is [Susheng of the dead].

"I have encountered the powerful Evil Spirit."

Mr. Riddle looked down at the card, Shade showed a surprised expression, it seems that this gentleman has more life experience than him. Think even more.

"That was about ten years ago. In order to obtain some precious wild medicine ingredients, I entered the eastern mountainous area of Southern Continent alone and lived with the villagers living in the small mountain village for three months. , but."

"You found out that the villagers were already dead, and you were actually hallucinating and living with the dead for three months."

Shade said.

"How do you know?"

Mr. Riddle was quite surprised.

"Well that's a common story in my hometown. Sorry to bother you with the story, but Mr. Riddle, how did you escape?"

It's not that Shade looks down on the front The ancient prophet, but with the power of the ordinary person, not to mention the undead village in the deep mountains, even the ordinary Evil Spirit he may not be able to fight.

The middle age person looked puzzled:

"How did I escape. Sorry, the memory is a little fuzzy, I have lived here for a long time, and my memory seems to be lost. Less."

Fortunately, Mr. Riddle recalled for a while and still gave the answer:
"It was a certain evening, I came back from collecting medicine and stood at the entrance of the village, suddenly had a thought using a mirror Went to see the village and found myself standing in a dilapidated cemetery. I was terrified, curled up under the tombstone and dared not move. Those Evil Spirits were calling my name and snooping around but couldn't catch me Me. I didn't dare to move until it was dawn again, and then hurriedly fled. I almost starved to death when I met the adventure squad into the mountains. Later I asked the Demoness of the association, and she didn't know how I survived. People followed the map I provided to the cemetery, but they couldn't find it."

Shade didn't know what to say about Mr. Riddle's experience, but it sounded very As if he encountered a powerful relic. And according to the description, the scope is so large and contains so many relics of Evil Spirit, the rating will definitely not be lower than the sage level.

And for a moment when the two were talking, in front of the god of black robe across the table, rays of light lit up in the first square groove, and a card appeared in the groove. It was a scene where a beautiful woman, the Demones, raised her right hand and pointed to the sun in the sky.

The rays of light of black flow out from the groove of 【Susheng of the Dead】, along the slender groove on the table; golden rays of light flow from the groove of the card that Demoness points to the sun, and also run along the groove of the card. It flows out from the groove on the stone table.

Two flowing rays of light meet in the middle of the table. At the moment when black and golden meet, the illusory shadow of the large Evil Spirit appears from above [Susheng of the Dead], and the illusory shadow of a small woman appears from above the groove in front of the god.

Two illusory images like projections flew to the center of the table in Shade's surprised eyes, and then they actually fought. The battle lasted five minutes, and then they each retreated to the top of the grooves filled with cards, waiting for their companions to appear.

Shade was stunned, not surprised by the scene just now. After all, he had read all kinds of strange stories in his hometown. He just felt that compared to the previous two time exploration experiences, this time was really too interesting.

"Mr. Riddle, do you have any other strange experiences?"

Although he knew that this kind of emotion was wrong, Shade was still a little excited and asked his companions, hoping to get More stories.

The thick-browed middle age person in the brown robe frowned, and then suddenly raised his hand and patted his thin-haired head:

"Sorry, I know I've been through a lot things, but I am really a dragon! Yes, I have encountered a dragon!"

In Shade's surprised and excited look, the man in the brown robe pressed his hand to the second hollow beside him above the slot.

After Mr. Riddle's hand was taken away, the colored cards were embedded in the groove, the pattern above was Mr. Riddle running wild in the forest, behind him in the sky a huge creature was spraying fire.

The gilded text appears on the top of the card, like a flowing fire like, which means [giant dragon disaster].

Unlike the dove-like dragon that Shade saw in Mystery Lock-Wild Wild, the dragon that appeared on the card was a pure-blooded giant dragon in the true sense. This kind of creature has no sighting records in the sixth era. Even St. Byrons' textbooks only use sketches to describe the general appearance of the giant dragon. Therefore, this can be regarded as the first time Shade saw the real appearance of the giant dragon. appearance.

The dragon, uglier than Shade thought, looked like the painting in the St. Byrons textbook was beautified.

"This is my experience when I was twenty years old."

Mr. Riddle held his forehead and tried to dig information from his head:
"That year My friends and I went on vacation to the Black Forest south of Eastern Continent."

Shade had a hard time imagining who would vacation in a forest with such a name. However, considering the life experience of this gentleman, he is probably quite keen on this kind of adventure.

"We found a hole in the cliff face of the forest hill, and we made a bet on what animal's nest it was. We couldn't argue, so we climbed in to check, and then."

He looked sad, but the recollection became smoother:
"Only I survived. The dragon probably thought we were going to steal his stuff, and chased me a long way before being caught in the Black Forest. The demoness who lived in it was chased away. But the demoness said again, it was I who attracted the giant dragon to burn down the forest and forced me to sign a contract to replant a hundred saplings in the forest every year until I died or filled up all the trees. Loss, if I don’t go to my soul, I will feel the pain of being burned all the time. I have replanted this year’s share before I set off to travel this time. Next year, the year after, and the year after, I will continue to do this. It's been my life's responsibility so I can think of this experience."

Shade sullenly refused to comment, judging by the level of Demoness's dislike of men in the Fifth Age, Mr. Riedel was just being The penalty for replanting saplings every year is really a very slight punishment.

(end of this chapter)