I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

First, there was the incandescent and violent lightning of the thunder, and then there was the dazzling light bursting out of the Gawwell Hotel at this moment.

This continuous bombardment of dazzling light made the five secret believers of the Crossroads Cult burst into tears - the tear glands secreted moisturizing liquid under the stimulation of strong light, trying to protect the fragile pupils that suddenly entered the strong light environment.

This strange light from the owner of the Gawwell Hotel was so strong and fierce that it was as if the light condensed into thousands of sharp arrows. This heavy rain of arrows flew towards the five secret believers and the two corpses that hosted the life of Mansu.

The rain of light was not clear, but sticky and filthy, showing a mottled color like flesh and bones.

This dazzling light was also like some kind of cruel life, twisting its deformed invisible light body, easily piercing the tangible flesh, penetrating the skin and skull, and attacking everyone's consciousness.

A kind of indescribable resonance of emotion was reflected in the light in the heads of the Crossroads Cult.

They all felt a kind of indescribable hunger in their hearts. It seemed that their steadfast hearts also broke a tiny crack due to the shining of this dazzling evil light, and the sexual desire that was forcibly suppressed by the superego seemed to be able to break free from the shackles of reason.

Pupils are windows that reflect the soul - their eyes are also stained with fanatical colors because of the strangeness in their hearts. It is an alternative desire, a pursuit of knowledge and the unknown, and a thirst for higher-level forbidden knowledge.

So their dance steps became more and more enthusiastic, as if as long as they desperately practiced the rules, they could draw enough power and knowledge from it and push their souls to a higher level... I believe that at that time they can also obtain deeper and higher secrets.

Their emotions became more and more high, and their souls, bodies, and hearts seemed to be trembling wildly under the power of the rules. The light in their heads became more and more prosperous, but the light had been stained with other colors, which was a heterogeneous restlessness.

But this was not their original intention. As the dance became more and more intense, rationality seemed to leak out of their pores along with the sweat.

The dancing frequency of the four outer secret believers became stronger and stronger. They seemed to have difficulty controlling their bodies and limbs. The vibration of the leather drums on their waists became more and more crazy, but there was no sound of beating the drums, and no power of the mind was transmitted to Melanie at the center of the crossroad array.

The heart-phase power that continued to grow with the rhythm of the dance was all accumulated in the magic instrument leather drum. The front and back drum surfaces gradually expanded, and it seemed that too much power was contained and it was unbearable.

But the lost heart-phase dancer continued to dance, and the dance steps were unprecedentedly brisk. Although sweat was dripping like raindrops, endless power surged in his heart, making it impossible to stop dancing.

With a bang, the leather drum that had already expanded like a ball suddenly exploded under the excited clapping of the four people again, and a big hole was broken in the drum surface as if it was pierced by a sharp weapon.

The inner mental power leaked out completely, and the miasma like dirt spread between the wind and snow.

As the mental dancers moved, they inevitably inhaled the uncontrolled mental power leaked by themselves and their fellow believers.

This trembling breath did not replenish their lost physical energy, but instead converted into a spiritual influence, forcing them to continue dancing, sweating and swaying... until the moment of exhaustion and death.

The two corpses in charge of guarding were also unable to resist the strange and terrifying glow. Although they did not dance endlessly, the alien souls living deep in the bodies of the dead inevitably had strange feelings.

They were not ordinary people, and they had another set of special senses to perceive the world when they were awake. At this moment, in their perception, everything in the world seemed to release stronger light and brighter colors.

The drifting winter snow became more and more transparent, and the thin hexagonal crystals that slowly fell were like countless tiny lenses, reflecting, refracting and transmitting colorful glows, like a flickering kaleidoscope.

And these colorful snowflakes seemed to contain knowledge that climbed upward, which was different from the secret knowledge studied by mortals - higher knowledge that was more suitable for their wandering creatures.

So the two corpses also stared at the slowly falling snowflakes obsessively, and couldn't help stretching out vines and bone claws, wanting to scoop up the snowflake-shaped runes containing knowledge and power into their mouths, and absorb and taste the knowledge in them.

Even Melanie, the most determined and firm believer of the lamp phase, could not resist the attraction of the glow.

She only felt that the light in her skull seemed to be fueled by the glow of the Gaowell Hotel. The light in her skull shone brighter, and her mind became clearer, as if it was gradually rising, as if she saw more colors, and saw the truth between heaven and earth.

'Ah, so that's it, I understand, I understand, I began to gradually understand all this -'

At this time, a dynamite tube was thrown from far below the cliff, and a faint spark burned at the end of the thin fuse.

The cylindrical explosive tube flew through the air and fell not far from the fascinated Crossroads members, and the fuse finally burned to the end.

The gunpowder in the tube met the spark, just like a hungry wolf meeting a dissolute prostitute, and it was inevitable that it would explode at the touch.

The explosion startled the snow and even the falling snowflakes were shaken back. The hot wind and waves pushed away the oncoming wind, carrying a faint heat wave and impact force to attack the fascinated and dancing Crossroads members.

They were immediately thrown to the ground, and their cochleas were filled with disturbing buzzing due to the hot impact.

This can't help but interrupt their pursuit of knowledge and power, causing their spirits to fall into confusion, a dizziness that is exactly the opposite of fanatical sobriety.

The pain of the body awakens the addicted spirit, and the fear of death overcomes the strange fascination.

While the members of the Crossroads Sect struggled to get up, their eyes had returned to true clarity, instead of the confused and fanatical look just now.

Melanie was the last to wake up, until the zombies tied her behind and ran away wildly, beating her face wildly with vines until her cheeks were red and swollen but she still didn't respond, and they had no choice but to strangle her throat tightly to stop her. The flow of blood.

A strong sense of suffocation rushed into the brain of the most fascinated esoteric cultist, and his body twitched violently in response to stress. Only then did Melanie fully wake up.

Her face turned red and she coughed frequently. When she woke up, she heard the continuous blast of gunpowder ringing in her ears. When she looked up, she saw burning gunpowder tubes flying towards the Gowell Hotel, three hundred yards away.

The Gowell Hotel, which was already in danger, shuddered even more violently during the successive bombings, and finally was completely shattered and collapsed with a loud bang.

The Cowell Hotel, although not fallen, was destroyed.

However, in the smoke and dust rising into the sky, the weak heartbeat has not stopped.