HP Approaches the Magic World

Is there any need to say this nonsense?

Jon cursed in his heart. Isn't it clear enough at this moment that they were being targeted? Does it need to be reminded?

But this was probably some kind of weird sense of ritual. Anyway, after the leading man said this, he drew out his dagger.

——If that thing is his weapon.

It doesn't look like anything ordinary.

I heard before that wizards in Egypt don't like to use wands very much. They have learned the ability to cast spells without wands since they were young, and they also learned how to use many other weapons. Now it seems to be true.

Immediately afterwards, in the picture, these people drew their weapons and looked towards a corner.

"What are they looking at?"

Jon hissed slightly and asked doubtfully.

"Isn't there nothing in that place?"

From their third perspective, there was nothing in the direction those people were guarding, but probably from the subjective perspective of the person involved, that was not the case.

"It's the phantom created by that thing playing the pipa, and it's probably not a phantom. It should be something like a projection. It's just that you're broadcasting it with water vapor, so you can't completely restore the light and shadow effect there... The place is too far away.

If I could intervene in the past, I should be able to restore it more clearly."

"That's also... it's not necessary. We just need to look at the general situation. There is no need to get involved personally. It's fine as it is now."

Overlapping with Jon's voice is another clear female voice in the picture.

"Don't worry about what it is," the female voice said, "We'll find out if we go over and take a look. It's not like we haven't seen this kind of ghost thing in the past. After traveling all over the country for so many years, what kind of ghostly place have I not been to?

You can't scare me by pretending to be a ghost here."

Although he said this, this person did not make any move.

But behind her, an indifferent middle-aged man squeezed the spear in his hand and walked forward.

What the girl said was indeed correct. They had traveled around for so many years and had seen almost everything. No matter how weird it was, even if it was a real ghost, as long as the origin was destroyed, there would be no danger.

What a pity, is this really the case?

The middle-aged man who walked forward walked to the place in front of them with a weak light in his hand and a spear in his other hand, and stretched out the tip of the spear.

Then he made a pick-up motion.

"This action is probably like picking up a curtain," Luo Hua explained. He is good at this kind of long weapon, so he knows better how to find the way: "What this person or this group of people saw should be a door or something.

Something else was at least covered by a curtain, so he made this move to open the curtain to see who was behind it.

But I don’t think this is a very good decision, because it’s a bit reckless. There are many ways to see who is behind you, and there is no need to go there in person. What’s more, in such a dangerous environment, every wrong step will lead to danger.

It is indeed not a wise choice to risk your own life."

What he said was correct, because right in the picture, the flame in the small oil lamp held by the man suddenly went out.

The fire went out very quickly and silently.

Tides of darkness gathered in from all directions. In the picture Jon created, it was only pitch black. One or two tiny screams could be heard vaguely, but they were far different from the ones just now. This was still stuffing.

In the state where Shatli's voice was strengthened, without Seshatli's strengthening, they might not have been able to hear the scream at all.

They chose the wrong place.

"This temple and the small alleys around it should be the essence of the demons living here. When they entered this area, they had already entered the hunting range of the demons, so no matter how they struggled, they would

It's all in vain, it's just a waste of the little equipment they have."

Seshatri was no longer interested in checking the scene on the screen, because the screen was displayed very clearly, and there was no room for turning around. The woman who spoke had also disappeared, and the man who had led before was also silent in the darkness, completely

No trace left.

When the darkness in the picture dissipated and the light from the temple door illuminated this small area again, there was no one left.

There were two lonely maple leaves scattered in front of the courtyard door, as if a shy woman had just broken off the maple leaves and left, accidentally leaving two behind.

In the lantern, the candlelight is light.

The sound of pipa sounded again.

But this time, no one was attracted by the sound of the pipa. Just like the long daylight had just begun, the sound of the pipa dispersed far away, but this time.

No one heard.

…

Luo Hua and the three of them had fallen asleep on the sofa.

After a long period of psychological struggle and Seshatri's mental intrusion, this was the first time the three of them slept together.

A good sleep can help them restore their mental strength, so Jon did not disturb them.

Seshatri had closed his eyes and began to practice magic and restore the consumed soul power. He didn't know what he had found.

Jon himself was playing with the picture and the crystal water polo in front of him. He still didn't give up on this. Anyway, there was nothing else to do in the long night, and he didn't want to sleep, so he might as well take a closer look.

Listening and watching more will help him increase his understanding of various strange phenomena in the world.

After all, he is not Seshatri, and he does not have such sufficient knowledge reserves here.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to see people who came here again after a long wait.

But this time it seems different.

In the dark.

Someone stepped on the light and came.

This girl was walking on this land alone, carrying a machete.

The scimitar reflected light, like a moon wheel.

In the midst of such intense terror and darkness, the girl ignored the malice surging around her, nor did she care about the strange and loose sounds.

It's like you didn't hear it at all.

She walked slowly and heavily to the door of the temple, gently held the handle of the scimitar, and bowed.

On the handle of her scimitar, the strange inscriptions are clearly visible.

And Jon had seen that symbol. The symbol imprinted on a certain huge pyramid on a certain tourist brochure they saw before they came in was the symbol in front of him now.

Not bad at all.