Mystery: Paradox Path

On the outskirts of Tingen, a house with green lawns.

It has gardens that start to wither in early September, with dark red chimneys.

There is a desk behind the bedroom window in this house, with an ordinary notebook on it.

A scorched, dry, mutilated arm emitting a strong burnt stench shredded the notes in extreme anger. On the scattered pages, new lines of words told the source of his anger—

"Poor Ince Zangwill, his 'perfect' plan has endured so many variables that he had to go into battle himself just to take the coveted ashes of St. Selena."

"Although Blackthorn Security Company's defense force only has three Beyonders left, out of vigilance of fate, Ince Zangwill killed the man who had been repeatedly killed after he broke into Blackthorn Security Company. Klein Moretti, who made his plan variable, however, two high-level charms that appeared for some unknown reason still gave him enough 'surprise'. , still almost killed him on the spot."

"Fortunately, the two spells of the Sun Domain also shattered the Night Domain built by the ashes of St. Selina. In the riot of extraordinary objects behind the Chanis Gate, he successfully captured the ashes of St. Selena and used them to In the ceremony arranged with the characteristics of the descendant of the **** of death, he was forcibly promoted to the night watchman of Sequence Four, and thus obtained his divinity and became a powerhouse of demigods and demigods."

"However, completing the promotion in a state of serious injury caused irreversible damage to Ince Zangwill. In such a state, can he avoid the pursuit and interception of all Beyonders in Quantingen?"

"Ince Zangwill did not fail, he did get what he wanted, but is it all worth it?"

…

In the Raphael cemetery under the darkness, in front of a newly erected tombstone, the stone slab of the tomb pit that had just been sealed was turned over, and a charred arm stretched out from the soil.

Wow!

The slate was pushed open, the coffin lid was pushed open, and the charred corpse in formal clothes climbed out of the coffin. The flesh and blood carbonized by the high temperature was squirming and regenerating rapidly, but this scene made people feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Hey—burning to death is really a very painful way to die..."

The unrecognizable facial features wrinkled into a hideous expression that could even scare away spirits, but soon, the brand-new face slowly climbed up the terrifying cheek.

"Is Ince Zangwill dead?" Klein's memory was still stuck in the moment when he instinctively uttered the activation word of the Sun Flame Charm after he was punched through his chest.

He stood up vigorously, and after sorting out his belongings a little, he found that there was only a copper whistle and a long gown that was specially purchased for burial.

"Benson and Melissa really don't know how to be frugal!" Klein sighed, stood up and began to search in the cemetery. One, two... There are not many new graves in the cemetery, but fortunately Yes, he did not see his familiar names on those tombstones.

"Fortunately, it looks like Leonard and Luo Yao should be fine... Captain and the others didn't have an accident." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, watching his body gradually recover to the point where he could see people, and immediately left the tomb Yuan, he couldn't wait to know at this time, whether the guy who killed him died in the Yang Yan spell.

…

"Meow!"

In the mansion in the western part of Backlund, Snow, who was coding, suddenly heard Lily's shrill cry. He immediately turned his head to look, but found that in the shadow of the corner of the room, a mass of meat was wriggling in a strange way.

"Quiet." Snow gently comforted Lily, but his attention was always on the piece of meat in front of him, until it re-formed into a pale but unusually handsome man, he was slightly relieved, and respectfully raised his hand with one hand stroking his chest:

"Mr. a, you are back."

"Well." Mr. A's tone contained uncontrollable anger and madness, but he still suppressed the anger and ordered:

"I need to stay with you for a while, you can just maintain your normal state."

"Okay, I'll go prepare some food for you." Snow didn't die and asked how the son of the evil **** was. Judging from Mr. A's current appearance, it was estimated that even he himself was seriously injured.

"No need." Mr. A stopped Snow and said solemnly, "The deceiver named Lanervus has now arrived in Backlund, and he has the divinity of my lord, and he is a living sacrifice for my lord to come. , find him, but don't let him find out."

"Our strength in Backlund has suffered a lot, and there are probably not many people who can mobilize." Snow described the situation of the Aurora Society as euphemistically as possible, but Mr. A didn't care:

"There are as many lambs as the bottom layer, as long as I recover..."

In an instant, Snow only felt a thorn on his back. He was certain that Mr. A's words were definitely a test, but he didn't show any hostility, and he still had a respectful expression on his face.

Mr. a's brief silence did not continue. As if he was just taking a breath while speaking, he continued to ask:

"How is your secret prayer potion digested?"

Snow easily understood his thoughts, and immediately drew an inverse cross pattern on his chest, and replied respectfully:

"Thanks to the Lord's blessing, it was completely digested just half a month ago."

"Very well, take me to your basement, and I'll prepare the listener's potion for you."

Mr. A said, and took out a lump of ear-shaped meat from his body, which made Snow look very disgusting, but considering the danger of Mr. A, he still restrained the urge to nausea, He brought Mr. A, who was seriously injured and wanted to benefit his subordinates, to the basement, and then watched Mr. A skillfully select auxiliary materials from the powder of flowers and plants. As for why Mr. A is so familiar with his basement...

Because his last bottle of potion was prepared here by Mr. A.

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"Drink it, and you will be able to hear the Lord's gospel directly."

After ten minutes, Mr. A, who could only wear a coat made of flesh and blood, had no time to change his clothes. He finished a bottle of lavender potion, and pushed it to Snow in a tone similar to that of more than a month ago. in front of.

Looking at this bottle of potion, Snow doubted whether Mr. A really prepared the potion according to the formula, but even the seriously injured Mr. A was definitely not something that a novice of the Sequence Nine Great Perfection could handle. He picked up the flask, looked at the lavender, disgusting mucus that seemed to be churning with countless cochlear-like bubbles, and swallowed it.

An indescribable feeling of nausea slipped down his throat and down his stomach, and then began to expand continuously, as if to completely open Snow's body.

Snow only felt that every nerve in himself had turned into a soldering iron, and the intense burning pain almost made him cry out.

He forced himself into a semi-meditation state to restrain his spirituality, but at this moment, an indescribable voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

There is no doubt that it belongs to the whisper of the true creator, but at the same time, a sentence that has been set up has also emerged at the same time—

"Mr. Fool's whisper is the whisper of a hidden existence, and the whisper of the real creator is also the whisper of a hidden existence. I will not be polluted by listening to the whisper of Mr. Fool, so listening to the whisper of the real creator will not be polluted either!"

The layers of murmurs of the white horse Feima turned into a layer of filters, filtering the whispers of the true creator layer by layer, and in the end, only the soft greetings of passers-by were left, which was transmitted to his spiritual body. He finally captured a small fragment of it more clearly, as if he was saying—

"Suka is not listed!"