Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

As time passed, the lights across the street outside the window gradually went out, leaving only the gas lamps on the street emitting light, facing the crimson moon in the sky through the mist.

As the night deepened, Estella tightened the curtains and turned off the gas lights in the room, letting the darkness cling quietly to her eyelashes. Only the smokeless charcoal she asked the landlady to add emitted a slight flicker of light and dark after being burned red.

At midnight, skinless muscle fibers appear on the mural above the bed, covering the tranquil scenery behind. The bloodshot protruding eyes kept turning back and forth under the pull of the muscles, and finally stared at Esther fearfully and anxiously.

Esther moved her fingers habitually, threw the pillow aside and sat on the bedside. She opened the cover, revealing the smooth inside, but now it could only reflect the circular mirror of the dark room.

"Let me tell you first, I don't know what will happen," Esther took a deep breath. "The worst result is that the frame will be destroyed and you will disappear directly."

The human face didn't react at all, and didn't even make a sound. It just stared longingly at the flip mirror in Esther's hand, and the blood and tears flowing became more and more intensive.

Xiao Qi flew to the end of the bed, tilting her head and waiting for Esther's next move.

Fireflies spread from Esther's head, and the dark room suddenly had a light source. The staggered light spots were scattered and integrated into the ceiling and floor of the room. More light spots slowly circled around Esther, like a Devout believers on pilgrimage.

As Esther reached her hand toward the frame, those light spots meekly attached to her palm. They did not outline any symbols or shapes, but only maintained a simple tremor, like Esther's right hand. Covered with a layer of luminous gloves full of shadows.

The eyes on the glass gradually stopped weeping, watching obsessively as the soft light got closer and closer, until the palm shrouded in dim light was pressed against its forehead, and the bulging cross-eyes looked extremely funny.

The cracks did not appear from the glass, but appeared in the air, like an eggshell that had been forcibly broken into a small opening. The twisted force squeezed open a small opening, and then slowly covered the mirror surface.

In the blink of an eye, a faint trace of blood appeared on the surface of the glass. Esther quickly pressed the mirror in her left hand close to it. Her right hand still held those light spots, trying hard to communicate with the instinct of the spiritual world through the light spots, and pull into the inside of the mirror world. Open a little bit.

The skinless human face was collapsing inward, making it look like a leaking balloon. Except for the bulging eyes, they were soon twisted into layers of folds, like folded sheepskin. roll.

It began to squirm its head, and dark red viscosity continued to ooze out from its muscles. It moved with the flip mirror as its target. A small vortex seemed to be formed under the flip mirror, constantly absorbing all the colors of the skinless human face. Glass is gradually returning to transparency.

Esther soon felt a needle-like pain in her right hand. The pain was getting stronger and stronger, causing her to have slight tinnitus.

The light spot made a buzzing sound and vibrated more intensely, which greatly accelerated the process of the skinless face entering the flip mirror.

Hold on, hold on, there is one more thing...

The pain was eroding Esther's bones and tended to extend to her arms, as if some dark force had seeped into her skin and nails, gnawing at every nerve ending.

She had to try hard to put all her weight on her arms to avoid instinctively withdrawing her palms due to the severe pain.

"Esther, that's enough."

Xiao Qi, who was watching from the side, could see more clearly that the light spot at the bottom of Esther's palm was gradually turning red. A few drops of blood penetrated the uncertain light, fell downward, and left traces on the sheets.

Is it necessary to do this step? They are obviously strangers who have nothing to do with each other. The other party is not even a human being. Even as a wraith, it is incomplete. Even the sanity that can be communicated no longer exists.

Why?

Xiao Qi didn't understand it at all. It knew that Esther always had many ideas that it couldn't understand, and most of them were stupid and meaningless, just like now.

Why on earth was she so insistent on saving such a few remaining souls?

Finally, at the moment when the glass was completely clean and transparent, the flip mirror in Esther's hand suddenly fell down uncontrollably, then closed automatically with a "snap" and rolled around on the bed.

The light spot on Esther's right hand immediately flew up, fearfully moving away from her palm, revealing her skin covered with small bloodstains. There was almost no intact place on her right hand, and there were no fine cracks or bright red tattoos. The differences were densely covering the back of her palms.

As Esther's left hand grasped, those light spots fell on her right hand, but whether they formed a circle or a Möbius strip, they could not have any impact on the wound on her hand. After they flew up, Esther could clearly see that deep in the wound, there were gray-black filaments piercing her blood vessels, being slowly digested by her body. This process was quite slow.

"Hiss...this is difficult to handle."

Esther took a breath of cold air, Xiao Qi grabbed her satchel and threw it on the bed, took out the bandage from it, and threw it to Esther's hand impatiently.

Those light spots came back to Esther's hair one after another. She wrapped the bandage in silence, her right hand always shaking slightly.

I am afraid that no medicine can work on such a wound. The power contained in it reminds Esther of corrosion or curse. I am afraid it is the remnant of extraordinary power. Although it will be offset over time, it is certainly not possible in a few hours, and Esther estimates that it will take about a week for her right hand to fully heal and recover.

"Is it worth it? For the 'thief', your hand is the key symbol for you to activate your extraordinary abilities." Xiao Qi's claws clasped on the flip mirror, causing it to make a dent in the mattress.

Esther dug out the small mirror from under her paws, pressed it gently, and the lid engraved with roses lifted up, revealing the round mirror inside.

Esther thought it was because the environment was too dark, so she got up and turned on the gas lamp, trying to see the scene in the mirror clearly. What was reflected in the mirror was only a dark and twisted thread, like a child's rough crayon scribbling on the paper. Except for the occasional flash of blood and the appearance of subtle blood vessel patterns, nothing could be seen on the mirror.

Esther reached out and touched the mirror, and the black silk thread immediately began to squirm, but it immediately returned to silence after she removed her finger, tightly blocking the scene behind it.

"Can this mirror really come in handy? I don't see what it can do at all..." Esther tried closing and opening the cover, but no change appeared.

She even had to concentrate quite a bit to barely sense the feedback from the mirror, which showed that the soul it contained was extremely fragile.

You can ask Klein for help with divination, but...

"It feels so weak that it's useless." Although Xiao Qi's comment was unpleasant, it was very pertinent.

"Forget it, just keep it like this. She will dissipate on her own in a few months anyway."

If you really use its ability, it will only speed up its demise, and it seems useless anyway.

As Esther said this, she stuffed this small mirror that didn't take up much space into her satchel like other sundries.