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"Onira!"

Sigmon drank lowly, took a cautious step back, his left arm in front, and his right hand clenched his cane.

Ornella didn't move, just turned her head sideways, staring blankly at Sigmon, or somewhere in the void behind Sigmon.

There were more and more messy voices, and obvious pain appeared on Ornella's face, but suddenly the strange babbling disappeared completely, Ornella's body relaxed, and then she stopped paying attention to Sigmon, but turned around He walked to the dusty desk.

Opened the old parchment notebook, which was the work log of the lighthouse keeper. Due to the time, many papers were moldy and damp, and the handwriting on it was not clear.

Until she turned to the last blank page, Onila flattened the diary and took out the pen she was carrying.

Dear Onila:

When you read this letter, you must be in a special kind of torture, but don't worry, this is not a curse, but a special awakening.

Regarding transcendence, the gentleman beside you can definitely give you a lot of explanations.

During the entire writing process, Ornella kept her eyes half-closed, her eyes looking straight ahead, her hands seemed to be just scribbling unconsciously, but in fact the handwriting she wrote was completely different from what Sigmon had seen before.

It seemed to come from a man's handwriting.

Sigmon understood that the so-called letter was originally engraved into Onila's memory a long time ago, and this memory can only be activated at the right time and place.

Then, driven by the strange power, Ornella can get this special, time-spanning letter.

Ornella was still writing, and Sigmund continued to look down.

Our contract exists in secret. It may be traced back to the First Empire. In ancient times, many people liked to call us destiny, but in fact I agree with another name.

moon.

Moon Contract.

We are nameless people, manipulators, psychoanalysts, and dream peeps, but at the end of the day we are just prisoners of fate.

You should keep in mind:

What is seen is immutable.

Many times it can be seen, but it is a kind of sadness.

The pen rubbed the paper, and Ornella drew an odd symbol.

It was an eye wrapped in two semicircles, but at the center, the entire pattern was completely separated by a sword-like drama line.

Keep this pattern in mind, paint it with your spirit, and it won't be long before the visions and sounds that have been haunting you will completely disappear.

When you have this ability again, you will see the truth of the world.

Abruptly stopped writing, Ornella put away the pen and stood up, then slammed it on the dusty desktop.

puff!

The dust stirred, and when everything subsided, the title page of the diary left handwriting written in dust.

At this time, Ornella had turned and returned to the place where she had just stood.

Heart tightening, Sigmon held his breath and walked to the table.

He saw the familiar square characters.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmund.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don't let our efforts go to waste... Zhuang Zhe.

He really is a traveler, from the same country as me!

Sigmon's body trembled, and what scared him was not the information conveyed in the handwriting, nor the identity of the transmigrator.

but the last name.

Zhuang Zhe.

That's my name, the name I had before I crossed!

But how would he know?

How can the information left by a person 10 years ago accurately predict what I am going through now, and even know my true identity.

Brain buzzing.

Sigmon felt dry, and the narrow tower made him extremely depressed. It seemed that every crack in the surrounding walls was hiding an unknown existence.

Silently observing everything about him.

Why should I believe in you when I believe in myself?

What is the last chance?

our efforts? Who else? !

Sigmund thought he could get all the answers in the tower, but the more he knew now, the more confused he became.

puff!

Before Sigmon's eyes, the writing made of dust lost some kind of cohesion of strength, and before everything returned to normal, he saw the last line of writing that flashed on the title page.

Burn it, burn it.

Burn what? Just as this question arose in his mind, he saw the rough sheepskin on the surface of the diary.

In a flash, Sigmon remembered the strange map of the First Empire found in the tidal cave in Gwentown.

"Could it be that thing?"

Just as he was thinking, Ornella's voice suddenly came from behind him, "Sigmon, what are you looking for?"

Turning back, the female writer was staring at herself with a puzzled expression, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

"I found a diary." Blowing off the dust, Sigmund picked up the diary.

"What's written on it?" Ornella ran over excitedly.

"The life information recorded by the guards..." Sigmon pretended to find the diary for the first time, and flipped through it casually.

"Wait, what is this?!" Turning to the last few pages, Ornella suddenly exclaimed, and snatched the diary from Sigmon's hand.

"God!"

"Is this stuff written for me?"

She didn't know what she had just written in the diary, she was excited, and quickly read the content above.

"Extraordinary, Moon Contract, what is that?"

Sigmund briefly introduced the process of transcendental enlightenment and contract conclusion to Ornella, and then pointed to the weird symbol on it and told her.

"Try it, draw this pattern in your mind, I think your current troubles should be resolved."

The two walked around the tower again and found nothing of value here. It was really just an abandoned and ruined lighthouse.

By the time they left the lighthouse, the sun had already fallen to the west, and there was no way to go back the same way. Sigmund could only repeat his old tricks and jumped down again from the edge of the lighthouse with Ornella.

After waiting below for a long time, Ornella's carriage appeared in front of me.

By the time they returned to Liam City, the sky was already completely dark. They sent Ornella back to the hotel and made an appointment to meet again. Sigmon returned to his home in the lower city.

The lights were on in Lawrence's room, but Sigmund went straight back to his room, closed the door and sat down at the desk.

Taking out the pen, he wrote the familiar square characters on the white paper.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmund.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don't let our efforts go to waste... Zhuang Zhe.

He analyzed the information between the lines over and over again~www.wuxiamtl.com~Louis, who is he? What is his purpose? Why does Mr. Tree think his message will affect the coming of the gods?

He must have that strange precognitive ability, just like Ornella.

No, Ornella's abilities are relatively random, and his will definitely be stronger.

What is seen is immutable.

A month ago, Sigmund thought that he had completely solved a series of extraordinary events after the White Seagull Manor. As for Mr. Tree, it was natural for the top demon hunters and the Oracle Church to have a headache.

But now...

He desperately wanted to find Mr. Tree and ask everything about Louis.

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