Indescribable tarot cards

"Miss, it's not good, I may have made a mistake in my judgment..." Ed ignored the knocking on the door and slammed open the wooden door, stammering to Alice.

"What are you so worried about?" Alice was patiently wiping her sword and said without raising her head.

"He, that ritual, may not be of the Advent type at all, but may be of the Mark type!"

"What's the meaning?"

"If it is an advent-type ritual, the aura should dissipate very quickly. Only marking-type rituals can slow down the dissipation speed of the aura."

"So..." Alice vaguely guessed something and stood up suddenly, the sword in her hand shining with silver light.

"It's very possible... Young Master Aaron..." Looking at Alice's cold eyes, Ed wisely swallowed the word "Master" back into his stomach and said vaguely: "Master Sartre held a ceremony for him just now. During the appraisal ceremony, he may still be in danger... The Order of the Human-Faced Rat may still be watching him."

Alice strode out of the door, took off the shield leaning against the door, pushed Ed out of the way, and only then shouted: "So where is he now?"

"I heard that he went back with Master Sartre." Ed said loudly and hurriedly followed.

Of course Aaron didn't know the situation in the outside world at this time, but he also noticed changes.

In his field of vision, the blocks of color retracted silently, and the outlines of everything appeared. Everything was restored again, even a little clearer than before.

Because of this, he clearly saw that the old man's face had grown light yellow down, and his originally slightly hunched body was even more rickety, with vague characteristics of a mouse.

Is this a human-faced mouse?

Aaron was not panicked, and even looked at the old man curiously.

Anyway, the enlightenment ceremony is an illusion caused by the soul communicating with the extraordinary breath. This is what Sartre solemnly emphasized.

Since it's an illusion, theoretically, as long as you don't believe it, you won't be harmed. Aaron still has this common sense.

But as the old man changed, the surrounding environment also changed unconsciously.

It was obviously still the same environment, but for some reason, an inexplicable fear lingered in Aaron's heart.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see countless pairs of eyes looking at him from the darkness.

The dim firelight was fixed in mid-air, reflecting a pitiful light.

Instead of bringing hope to Aaron, the flame that originally symbolized light caused the wooden handle to be projected onto the ground. At first glance, it looked like a skinny black hand holding a dying flame.

I don't know if it was Aaron's imagination, but he seemed to hear an inexplicable whisper again.

If that's all, then for Aaron, it's just a little uncomfortable at most. After all, he was locked in a small dark room at the beginning and watched mysterious hallucinations for an unknown amount of time. The swirling coins and low murmurs were much better than what he has now. The picture is even more despairing.

Looking back now, Aaron could vaguely feel that the hallucinations produced at the beginning might be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, which could also explain why his head felt tingling when he wanted to listen carefully to those murmurs.

His brain instinctively rejected this information that was beyond the scope of mortal understanding.

So, a certain curious iron-headed kid actually started trying to get in touch with extraordinary knowledge not long ago?

Aaron's heart was shocked, and he was slightly afraid.

Sartre made it clear that the consequences of failure to receive extraordinary information could range from just a tingling in the brain to death on the spot or turning into a different kind of monster.

Moreover, there was no enlightenment ceremony for him at that time. It was not about communicating with the remaining aura after experiencing extraordinary phenomena, but directly experiencing extraordinary events in person!

Is it equivalent to saying that he walked around a battlefield filled with arrows without wearing armor, and then came back almost unscathed?

When Aaron thought of this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

The owner of the original body has never been exposed to a single extraordinary event in his life. Fortunately, he can encounter one at the beginning.

At this moment, Aaron suddenly heard a burst of low laughter. He subconsciously looked up and saw the old man casually dropped the wooden stick in his hand and changed his posture.

His figure became thinner and thinner, but the shadow under his feet became more and more swollen.

Under the light of the fire, the old man's shadow seemed to turn into a huge black rat, and Aaron vaguely heard the rat's squeak.

"This sense of immersion is quite strong, I'm starting to get scared." Aaron muttered to himself.

Since Sartre said it was an illusion, then just think of it as watching VR...

Hey, wait, why is this person still here? !

Aaron's current state is very strange. On the one hand, he seems to be in the middle of the picture, but on the other hand, he clearly feels that he is just watching a fixed picture. There is still an indescribable distance between him and the picture. Or some kind of barrier.

But now, not only was the old man active, he was even walking towards Aaron step by step.

Is this... fake?

Why did this scene move?

Aaron swallowed, a little panicked.

But even though he felt uneasy, he was also curious about what would happen next.

Before he could think about it, the old man had already walked to the edge of the "picture" and stared at Aaron quietly.

The shadows beneath his feet swirled up, covering the entire scene in the blink of an eye.

Aaron's perception was not wrong. There was indeed an invisible barrier between the picture and him.

But the next moment, shadows surged, and accompanied by a sound like breaking glass, the invisible barrier seemed to have a crack.

Massive shadows slanted out along the unknown crack, gathered and condensed in front of Aaron, and finally formed a black ball the size of a human head.

Hey, this doesn’t seem to be fake, right?

"Aaron, I finally found you..." The ball's voice was like the screeching sound of a mouse, which sounded particularly harsh.

"Who are you?"

"Me? You don't know me, but I know you. Old Albert wanted to leave the fire, but unfortunately he didn't seem to realize that rats were everywhere." The shadow let out a creepy chuckle.

"Are you a human-faced rat?" Aaron guessed.

"It should be said that we are human-faced mice...I see you, Aaron, I know you, Aaron..." The shadow whispered, and the ball invisibly expanded a bit.

Every word it said was like sandpaper directly polishing Aaron's eardrums, and an inexplicable dull pain spread throughout his body.

The pain stimulated Aaron to shout and vent, but in the realm of the soul, there was no option of "shouting" at all, and he could only convey the painful emotions in vain.

And this was also captured by the shadow, which shouted smugly: "Someone ruined my advent ceremony last time, but this time no one can save you, give up, Aaron..."

The unspeakable pain made Aaron gradually become confused. However, on the one hand, the pain made him gradually lose his mind, but on the other hand, it was also difficult to maintain his sobriety.

The pain was so real that he couldn't help but start to doubt...

Is this an illusion? Or is it true?

At the same time, Sartre watched as the azure light dimmed little by little, replaced by churning black shadows.

He could only watch as the shadow swallowed up Aaron bit by bit.

Even though Sartre added psychic powder several times in succession, he still failed to suppress the darkness.

His heart gradually sank, which meant that the aura of evil began to pollute Aaron's soul.

Even if Aaron can wake up from this enlightenment ceremony, he is probably still a cultist!

But the next second, he saw a rotating two-color gold coin, and saw countless lights pouring out of the coin.

He clearly felt that it was not light, but the manifestation of destiny!

Did the strong man behind Aaron take action?