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Before the ancient monster could quietly reveal the real answer.

When Watson listened to Grillby's series of puzzles, a strange buzzing sound from an unknown source suddenly vibrated in his empty skull.

The skull was shaking, and the broken meat residue left in the skull began to vibrate violently.

But this time the buzzing in the skull was no longer a meaningless whisper. There was another secret hidden in the buzzing sound.

Even though the moth living in the skull had died, the ancient that really existed in it had not yet disappeared.

Ancient colors, mottled dreams, and long-lost memories flooded into his heart... Watson seemed to have finally regained all control of his eyes.

His right pupil was trembling violently, and the black pupil and the white of the eye were shaking back and forth like black and white like a bandage. Some ancient and long-lost illusion captured Watson - he was actually trapped in an illusion again in the illusion of secret promotion.

Illusion within illusion, like a dream within a dream.

In a trance, he seemed to be walking in the dense rain forest of the first continent in ancient times. The blazing sun at that time was still healthy and strong, and the blazing glow was particularly strong, containing both the creativity that nourishes all things and the destructive power that can dispel all darkness.

And he obviously belongs to the darkness that was driven away.

Even if the glow at this time can barely be regarded as kindness and justice, these kindnesses are more given to the new species chosen by the gods - those inferior upright apes who were once only worthy of being their captive pets/meat/slaves.

Since the great stone gods disappeared, the situation of our people has become more difficult and difficult.

Those malicious usurpers are rewriting the order and rules of history. Everything in the world seems to reject and hate our people - the sweet spring contains poison, the sweet branches rot and stink, and the plump fruits drip and corrode.

Even the upright apes who are just craving for food have begun to master the powerful forbidden power and began to hunt their former masters in turn.

But, but!

The newly promoted Striped King showed kindness to my tribe and granted my tribe an unprecedented secret method of reversal - He taught my tribe how to avoid the vigilance of heaven and earth, how to die falsely.

The power degenerated and curled up into the original egg, wrapped in the cocoon of flesh and blood again, locked himself in the deepest darkness, waiting inside until the day of breaking the eggshell came.

He looked at the noisy and noisy group of upright apes not far away, stretched out his wings that seemed to shine like burning under the light spots in the forest, and resolutely flew towards the tribe that was singing and dancing!

The glow was blazing, the heat was rolling, the sharp blade was bright, the ice was bone-chilling, the thunder roared, and the gods were intoxicated... He fell in front of the power given by the gods.

The flesh and blood were burned and became sacrificial food, the bones were dismembered as trophies for exhibition, and the pupils were cut off and embedded in the highest crown... But my death was just a false fraud, a deception that even heaven and earth and nature could not see through.

"I am still alive in the person who killed me."

"I have never died."

"I will eventually revive."

"I am the shell species, and I have always existed in the hearts of mortals."

Watson, who was dazed with one eye, chanted these words in a trance.

The ancient monster nodded with satisfaction, and slowly retracted the key claw that had sunk deep into the head in his hand.

And the golden head, the named one who guarded the Stag Gate, groaned with a rumble after hearing the answer to the riddle.

"Answer - correct!"

Grillby's bulging eyes flowed with molten gold tears, as if his eyes had melted.

The molten gold tears rolled down his huge cheeks, slowly dripping to the ground, and once again burned a sunken charred pit.

And the blood-stained antlers that had been blocking the way like a rugged and spiked roadblock also slowly moved away with a rumbling sound like thunder, and a warm and cold amber glow flowed out from the inner porch.

The dazzling light spot was projected on Watson's cheek. He thought he would feel the warmth of spring sunshine, but his skin immediately responded with a burning pain. The thin flesh and blood had already turned red and bright under the light. The pale bones were vaguely visible, and the smell of burnt meat rose.

The Gate of the Stag, the Gate of the Apprentice, the Gate of the Master.

Watson's right pupil finally stopped trembling crazily. He looked directly at the light, and the light seemed to be looking directly at him.

When the two eyes met, some different and different emotions also grew in their eyes. Was it hunger, desire, admiration, or the urgent need of primitive instinct?

Watson couldn't tell, and didn't want to tell.

Now he just wanted to get into the door immediately, bathe in the light to his heart's content, and let every inch of flesh and blood and every bone of his head be soaked in the sticky light liquid.

The glow can touch me, caress me, and devour me without restraint, and I can also swim freely in the ocean of glow without restraint.

The glow and I are no longer separate from each other, I am the glow, and the glow is me!

Watson's pupils were filled with hungry spots of light, his breathing became heavier, struggling to get rid of the shackles of the claws on his head, jumping into the open door of light, and ascending to a higher realm.

"Hehe, don't be anxious."

The ancient monster suppressed the restlessness of the head in his hand, held up the beautiful face lost in the glow with both hands, and the deformed fingers of the third hand like a drill had deeply penetrated the broken spine of the restless one.

The sound of drilling bones, crackling, buzzing, and humming, resounded directly in Watson's skull through the bone marrow.

The fascinating glow had lurked in without knowing when, and the changing light and shadow condensed into the shape of a squirming brain. It seemed that it wanted to take advantage of the disappearance of the moth in the skull to directly occupy the dominant position of John H. Watson's thinking. This person is tempted to chase after brilliance, after knowledge, and after absolute rationality.

The ancient monster just smiled contemptuously, and a sweet and rancid viscous liquid slowly flowed out from the tip of the spiral finger bone drill. The color was both black and white, but distinct and unmixed, soaking the fragile bones. Into an alternative mottled color.

The black and white color quickly dyed through the head, and the dark flesh grew rapidly, followed by the pale bones - the crack in the skull where the ancient monster took out the moth in the skull healed like a fang and a big mouth clenching.

There was already an almost completely sealed space inside Watson's skull, and the squirming glow suddenly realized that it was struggling to hit the inner wall of the skull, trying to escape.

However, it was already too late. The black and white colors spread instantly, like a hungry insect opening its deformed mouthparts like scissors.

Click click click——

The hurriedly escaping glow was cut into strands of fine threads, just like the top-grade rice noodles shining with the dazzling light of a special chef.

The old gluttonous moth picked up the fragrant and freshly twisting rice noodles, but did not put it directly into his mouth. Instead, he picked up a small mouthful and gently blew out a mouthful of chaotic wind, blowing away the steam on the surface of the rice noodles. The burning rationality arises.

Then sprinkle in bits and pieces of change, whimsy, irrationality, intuition, search, chaos, desire and passion as seasoning.

And this small mouthful of colorful rice noodles was sent directly into the mouth of little Watson who was waiting for food. Even if the stubborn and disobedient child refused, he could not resist the overwhelming power of the ancient monster.

Watson reluctantly swallowed the strange-flavored glow rice noodles, and a different kind of mottled glow immediately rippled through his skull.

This black and white glow has condensed into its true essence, forming a series of lines inside this broken head.

The lines are intertwined and intertwined, like flesh and blood, like a skeleton, like scaly wings, like multiple legs, like a scissored beak... This is a brand new intracranial moth, an intracranial moth that is closer to the nature of John H. Watson.

"Hey, it's almost done now!"

The ancient monster laughed and threw its head. While the head was still flying forward along the parabola, it had already ejected the key-shaped bone fragment and slashed into the air in front of it. Dark cracks suddenly opened in the air. A strong, headless body fell from it.

There seems to be some strong attraction between the flying head and the fallen body, which drives the headless body to fly towards the shining apprentice door. The fusion is completed in front of the door, and the head sits on the shoulders of the body. superior.

But the skin from the ancient monster's chest still remains between the head and torso, like traces of blood left after the rope was strangled.

The ancient monster has not forgotten its promise and deal. It vibrates its jewel-like clear wings and flies towards the golden head of Gribi. The key-shaped bone fragments extend and expand like a thick giant sword, directly inserted into the huge head. forehead.

The key bone blade that penetrated deeply into Grebe's forehead was twisted 387 degrees, drilling a huge hole in the hard and fragile red gold head, directly connected to the fat white glow inside which was condensed by cold runes. .

The ancient monster pulled out the huge bull-shaped curved horn from the back of its head that had not been trimmed for the longest time, and thrust it into the hole in its forehead that was rapidly healing due to the key bone blade it had just pulled out.

The surging molten gold closed the hole in his forehead, and also sealed the pale moth's horn in the skin. The power of forgetfulness and abandonment contained in the horn will always remain inside Gribby's head until the raging... The cold light froze it like broken ice.

Gribby let out a relaxing moan that was far louder than the answer to the puzzle he heard before. Thick white smoke spurted out from the end of his nose and hit the charred ground, creating irregular cracks. , such as the melting and collapse of polar glaciers and the fragmentation of oceanic plates.

"That's enough. This horn is far deeper and more stubborn than the power I left behind before. It's enough to make Gribby forget those painful memories for a long time... maybe you can hold on until that one recovers. The moment has come.”

The ancient monster gently stroked its discarded pale horns, and its face covered with fine scales seemed to be stained with a hint of fatigue and exertion.

"Presumably by then you will no longer need me to help you forget your sorrow and regret."

It seemed to be a little sad due to exhaustion, or it was thinking of a pessimistic future and sighed:

"When the time comes, we will never see each other again."

Can he hold on until the great one returns... Grebe's eyes seemed to become moist again when he heard the monster's words.

The molten golden teardrops kept spinning, but they shrank back for Him - No, I can't let this guy notice my true feelings.

——You must never listen to any lies from the moth and his subordinates!

——The moth and its subordinates must not be allowed to notice the softness of their hearts!

——If the guys of the moth series see through the flaws in their hearts, they will inevitably fall into the endless lies they weave until they themselves are swallowed up silently.

So it just replied in a dull voice:

"Anyway, we are good sisters!"

"You can come here to see me anytime you are free from now on, and we will continue to chat about the interesting secrets between multiple histories and the unknown embarrassing things about the named people."

"For example, what you said last time was about the unlucky signee who was imprisoned by Silent Books and absorbed power for hundreds of years - hahaha, that was really an interesting thing. I can't help but laugh when I think about it. Woolen cloth!"

"By the way, did that unlucky guy escape from behind?"

Gribe quietly changed the topic, and his demeanor seemed to be just a doe god who loved gossip, with curious light shining in his two huge bulging eyes.

The ancient monster flew down from the forehead of the red gold head, reached out and fiddled with the double helix horn inserted in the temple, as if trying to adjust the receiving signal of the antenna, so as to learn all the details of the heavy history outside.

A strange hurricane seemed to be blowing over the dilapidated monastery building on Blancog Island on the coast of Cornwall, Scotland. The howling cold wind was mixed with some unknown dark particles.

The flying speed of these unknown dark objects is terrifyingly fast, and their flight paths seem to be weirdly winding. Therefore, the defensive searchlights extending from the monastery building cannot capture this sudden strange wind, and there is no way to know what happened. Who cast a voyeuristic glance.

The ancient monster took out some earwax-like gray brain dirt from his temple and flicked it away, "Well...it seems that he hasn't escaped yet...he is really a rare loser."

"But the time is almost up. In about twenty years, He will be able to escape smoothly and cast a vengeful curse, causing this library to rapidly decline and wither... until The destined new administrator has arrived."

As the ancient monster spoke, he raised his head and looked at Little Watson, who was about to escape into the light and shadow of the apprentice's door, and said anxiously:

"Oh, I was so busy chatting with you that I almost forgot to take care of my new pony!"

"Forget it, I'll leave first, in case those lamp guys behind the door take advantage of my absence to do something to my horse boy!"

"See you later, Grillby. Let's talk next time when we have time."

"See you later, I must come again next time!"

Gribby replied with a rumble. He shook his head slightly, and the blood-stained antlers swayed along with it, as if he was waving goodbye, but in fact, he was thinking in his heart that it was best never to meet again.

However, when he stared at the deformed silhouette that was completely integrated into the glowing hallway, the friendly smile on the deer's face suddenly cooled down, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows.

“John H. Watson has passed through the door of apprenticeship.”

"It seems that the moth series' plan has been launched again."

"Perhaps I should report this matter to my lord and advise my lord to close all doors... It's time to completely seal the passages between multiple histories."