Mystery: Paradox Path

With a faint smell of blood spreading on the ship, the greasy and moist gray moss grows in the night wind, and the whole ship sails silently into the depths of the ocean, but in such a strange and horrifying picture, the high-pitched and grand piano sound is not. Played in the night sky.

Heaven was made in high singing, Snow's hands were dancing wildly, and the tenfold Extraordinary characteristics of the Singer diffused warm power in the repeated keystrokes, illuminating the entire cabin with extraordinarily bright light.

But at this moment, Snow's hands suddenly stopped, and then, some hurried knocks came from the door.

[Really making foul language]! ! !

Made in Heaven let out a roar full of pollution, Snow immediately got up and hung Made in Heaven around his neck, while stroking the vertical pupils on its chest, softly soothing its manic emotions.

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"I suddenly felt a sense of crisis." Wright at the door trembled suddenly, and his face became extremely pale. Sera, who was pacing anxiously, glanced at the gray moss spreading from the aisle, with a very nervous expression. the way:

"It would be strange if there was no sense of danger at such a time! Why hasn't Mr. Snow opened the door yet!"

"Crack..."

Just as the two were staring at the aisle nervously, the hatch next to them finally opened, and the spirited Snow showed a professional smile, looked at the two and said:

"What happened?"

"The moss has spread to this floor, shall we go to the lower floor to hide?" Wright felt that the death star above his head was shining brighter, and succinctly stated the purpose of knocking on the door.

Snow glanced at the moss that had been spread to the aisle, and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"It's still an hour, you can wait in the living room, those things dare not approach my room."

Saying that, he let the road into the house, and then walked into the bedroom without looking back. As the bedroom door was closed, the melodious piano music was once again walked towards. Sera and Wright looked at each other, and finally walked. into the living room.

"Why do you still play the piano at such a time!" Sera sat on the sofa in the first-class living room and muttered weakly. She took out a brass plate in a hurry, but after fiddling for a while, she was helpless. put it away.

Wright took a deep breath, then pointed to his head and said:

"After the sound of the piano, the sense of danger disappeared, and before, when the sound of the piano was interrupted by our knock on the door, I felt a sense of crisis far beyond the previous one."

"You mean, Mr. Snow is fighting the ghost ship with the sound of the piano?"

Serra narrowed her eyes, but Wright shook her head:

"I think it's the exact opposite."

Sera immediately cast a curious look at Wright, but Wright did not intend to say more. Based on his previous estimates of the strength of spiritual warnings, he was almost certain that this Mr. Snow had at least a seal of level 1 or above. The danger of that Sealed Artifact probably exceeds that of Barbossa, who is already a demigod.

The Beyonders who boarded the ship this time all had their own thoughts. As the only person who boarded the ship with a large item, Wright had guessed before.

Either that piano is a very strong magical item, or Mr. Snow has a sealed item that needs to be sealed with a piano.

And now it looks like it's the latter.

Thinking that he might have almost broken the seal of a dangerous sealed item just now, Wright felt a cold sweat broke out.

Seeing Wright's secretive attitude, Sera also roughly guessed a few points. She didn't ask any more questions, but quietly listened to the sound of the piano in the bedroom. From this music, he heard the creepy ravings——

Even if it has been isolated by the spiritual barrier in Snow's bedroom.

The more he listened, the more flustered he felt, and the more frightened he felt. Finally, he took a deep breath and began to look for topics——

"Are you a member of the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom?"

"It can only be regarded as a peripheral member with some intersection." Sierra shook her head frankly, and then asked:

"What about you? Life School?"

"It was before." Wright spread his hands and said with a helpless expression:

"Not long ago, some problems occurred within the School of Life, and my inspiration told me that which department I was in would usher in a disaster, so my two disciples and I left first, and the result was three days later. , I got the news that the local School of Life had defected to the Rose Sect, and although we left in time, we inexplicably became traitors before we had time to transfer our affiliation."

"That's really unfortunate enough." Sierra grinned, but in the end she couldn't speak to comfort.

Wright was quite open to this. He shifted his weight back so that he could enjoy more of the softness of the sofa, and then like an old man recalling the past, he said in a slightly vicissitudes tone:

"Everyone in the path of destiny needs to feel good luck and bad luck. I used to be a lucky person and enjoyed the gift brought by destiny. After being promoted to disaster priest, I once regretted it very much, but now, I have already accepted my destiny. choice, all luck is the gift of fate~www.readwn.com~ All bad luck stems from lack of preparation (Lam clicks)..."

"This is the core of the role of the Catastrophe Priest?" Sera's eyes were full of light, and she immediately took out a notebook to record it. Although this kind of knowledge has almost no meaning for her path, it seems to the reader. , whether it is useful or not, knowledge itself has enough value.

"Perhaps? After all, every disaster priest has a different perception." Wright responded noncommittally, then looked at the bedroom where the piano sound became more and more loud, and couldn't help but sigh:

"If I hadn't seen that holy emblem, it would have been really hard for me to connect Mr. Snow with the Church of Evernight."

"No, Mr. Snow fits the characteristics of the Church of the Evernight. It is elegant, mysterious, poetic, and charming. It is much stronger than the irritable rough-hearted group of the Church of the Storm!" Sera denied Wright's words, and was about to carry it forward. The style of the Reader's Path and the characteristics of the believers in the major churches were discussed with Light Science, and a murmur suddenly cut into the background piano sound.

"pat..."

"That thing is approaching?" Wright suddenly bounced off the sofa, although his spirituality did not give any warning, but as he said before, all bad luck stems from lack of preparation, in order not to be kicked out by fate at a critical moment For the lucky vehicle, he still decided to get ready.

"Would you like to remind Mr. Snow?" Sera took out the brass plate in her arms again, but looking still unresponsive, she turned to look at the closed bedroom.

"Don't!" At the moment when Sierra made this proposal, Wright only felt that his spirituality was madly warning, and he warned in the smallest possible voice:

"I'd rather go out and fight the things outside now than knock on that door!"