Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Counterclockwise, square, four steps.

"Fu begets the Xuanhuang Immortal. Fu begets the Xuanhuang Tianjun. Fu begets the Xuanhuang God. Fu begets the Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Familiar whispers, then familiar fog, and the grand palace that is always filled with gray and white.

Klein sat in the seat of "The Fool" and placed the "Red Priest" blasphemy card in his hand next to the "Black Emperor" and "Tyrant".

Russell Gustav stood on a square roller chariot with a wild smile. He was wearing a crimson priest's robe and held high a spear-like scepter.

I don’t know why, but now when I think of Emperor Russell’s ending in Ming history, when Klein looks at this card again, he can’t help but think of the knight named Don Quixote, even though the two have almost nothing in common. .

Or just because of those two words, hometown, Huang Tao constantly challenged the windmill of "unknown", eventually putting his own safety on the line and becoming a public enemy after being polluted.

But people always want to pursue the answer to something, even if they know the result is not satisfactory.

Should I say that I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin, or should I say that people should always have something to think about while alive?

He smiled and turned the Red Priest card over.

The effectiveness of the "Cunning Mage's" ability has been integrated into his memory along with the potion. After a moment of silence to stabilize his spirituality and initially understand the enhancement of all aspects of his abilities, Klein stood up from the long bronze table.

He raised his hand to catch the ball of light that fell as he wished, and stepped deeper into the gray mist.

Now as a "Cunning Mage", he has a little bit of divinity that has begun to sprout. His combination with the gray mist and his control over this place have taken a step further.

Klein can already clearly feel the emptiness inside the light ball.

I should have thought of it a long time ago. Arrods has reminded me several times that Zoya only needs to conceal the things that can pass Esther and let her consciousness leave here. No matter how calm the rest is, it doesn't matter.

Those ambiguous hints are just to mislead me in judging Him before I can do this...

Klein walked towards the mysterious space deep in the gray fog with an expressionless face. He counted the tall steps, one step after another. There was already an extra step condensed by light at the top, which could lead to the final platform. bridge.

Klein jumped up and stepped onto the gray mist clouds at the end. What appeared in front of him was a door of brilliant light stained with blue and black.

He had seen such a scene before, but through the eyes of Secret Puppet Enzo, the illusory door he saw was more blurry, as if he was looking through a layer of frosted glass, which was far less clear than facing it directly like this.

The light balls are stacked tightly together to form the main body of the door, and the inside of the light balls are made up of worms one after another, some are transparent, and some are more solid, emitting little bits of light.

The door was closed tightly, but Klein's heartbeat was speeding up. He always felt that there was something more terrifying hidden behind it. This was not a warning from his spirituality, but purely a summary of life experience.

When a door is closed, there must be something behind it.

However, there was something in front of this door that caught Klein's attention.

There are many oval-shaped objects hanging outside the door. Black filaments hang from the light door, suspending the almost transparent shells.

They continue to emit soft light, illuminating the faces inside. People of various skin colors and costumes all have their eyes closed tightly, as if they are immersed in a long dream that never needs to be woken up.

The light cocoon was swaying slightly. Some people were still holding mobile phones in their hands, and some were holding half-human plush dolls. Klein saw the clothes he was more familiar with, and it seemed as if he had returned to the earth he was familiar with in an instant. Standing In a corner of the street, watching the frozen time.

There were three light cocoons that were empty, with obvious signs of broken shells. They swayed gently as he looked up at the airflow inside the blue-black door.

The goddess of the night. Russell Huang Tao. Klein Zhou Mingrui.

Klein's lips moved silently as he recited these words silently. He seemed to clearly outline this trajectory in his mind. They were once hung here like the others, and then left here for unknown reasons. Entering this world——

Klein clenched the ball of light in his hand. The reason seemed to be knowable.

He observed those light cocoons, always feeling that he was in shock and seemed to have missed something.

What about Li Xing? She shouldn't be too...

Klein didn't spend much time finding the answer.

The inside of one of the light cocoons was empty. It was not broken, but it deflated like a balloon releasing air, leaving only a few light spots circulating inside.

Klein looked at it for a long time, as if as long as he stood here and stopped in front of this door, he wouldn't have to think deeply about the meaning behind it.

The laurel-blond figure seemed to be peeking out of the window of memory, and said to him with a smile: "Klein, I don't want coffee. It's too bitter. I'd better use tea."

He subconsciously moved a step forward.

Then that familiar and friendly oriental face blew out a breath of mist on the windowpane outside the memory.

Waiting for the white frost to dissipate, the figure disappeared.

——

Backlund, Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

This is the home of Audrey Hall, Miss Justice.

At the moment, she is accompanying her family in the living room, chatting with her parents and brother, and reading the latest "Backlund Evening News". Audrey just made two witty remarks that made her mother unable to stop laughing, and Earl Hall also laughed. Audrey shook his head. Hibbert, Audrey's eldest brother, was looking through a stack of reports, carefully reviewing the list of those who were admitted to the Unified Government Employee Examination.

The well-behaved golden retriever lay on the carpet at Audrey's feet, yawned, and then continued to quietly watch the Hall family's warm time after dinner with tearful eyes.

Audrey had been distracted and paying attention to the passage of time. When the appointed time was approaching, she called Susie and returned to her bedroom with her loyal dog.

Susie and Audrey had a tacit understanding for a long time, and without even needing to say it, Susie was already lying at the door, performing her duties as a guard, and wagging her tail at Audrey who looked back at her.

Audrey couldn't help but smile and wink at Susie, then she sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room, lowered her head and recited the honorable name of "The Fool" silently and respectfully.

Within a few seconds, the familiar crimson light enveloped her sight. Audrey raised her head again and was already above the gray fog.

Mr. "World" once again made an appointment with "Justice" for psychological treatment, and it was very urgent. Although the tone in the prayer screen was sincere, it was quite depressed, and he hoped that "Justice" could give an answer as soon as possible.

Audrey immediately planned some time to be alone in the evening, and left her maid outside the door on the pretext that she wanted to go to bed quietly and early.

There is already a small room on the side, which is a confessional made of brown wooden boards. There are openable doors on the front and rear sides, and there is a partition in the middle, hiding the possibility of the two parties facing each other.

To be honest, such a partition that blocks the line of sight is not suitable for Audrey as an "audience". She will be unable to comprehensively judge the other party's specific state from the expression and body language.

However, this is the venue provided by Mr. Fool, and Audrey will not raise any objections.

Having experienced the previous sessions, Audrey knew that the "world" should have entered the room at this time, waiting for her to walk in as well.

After approaching the confession room, Audrey noticed that the embodied hut seemed to have undergone some vague changes. The slightly mottled ancient marks on it and the relief patterns on the edges were much more detailed than before. few.

After the last treatment, Mr. "World" Gehrman Sparrow's mental condition has basically stabilized and improved, and he has let go of many pent-up emotions. But this contact for emergency treatment made Audrey a little surprised and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

What happened to make Mr. World look so depressed?

Entering the dark room, Audrey did the same as before. She leaned on the wooden board at the back and sat on the ground with her legs slanted. After gathering her mind, she took the initiative to say hello:

"Good evening, Mr. World?"

It was like a magician lifting the covering curtain from the mysterious box, and an invisible package spread out from the small dark room opposite. The emotions revealed in Audrey's spiritual perception were even worse than she expected. many.

Audrey herself had never experienced such a heavy and erratic mood - dim, numb and empty, as if she had lost all motivation to move forward. The feeling of despair was blocked in her throat and heart, but she could not even sigh. To crush people until they are suffocated.

Just by observing the state of Mr. World's mental body through spirituality, Audrey could almost taste a bitterness that penetrated into the other person's depressed mood.

Audrey knew that she had to stabilize her mind, resist the desire to discuss it directly, and find a roundabout way to resolve this knot. The treatment plan she had previously envisioned also needed to be changed. It was obviously no longer suitable for the current Mr. World. .

Fortunately, Audrey had a more powerful and effective method. After the "psychiatrist" used "pacification", a hoarse response finally came from behind the wall:

"Good evening, Miss Justice."

Thanks to his extraordinary ability, Mr. World can still communicate with me, which can be regarded as a bridge of communication. This will be a good start and I have to seize this opportunity.

Audrey kept a soft but brisk voice: "I'm curious about what you have experienced recently. It seems that a lot of things have happened. But let's not be in a hurry. Let's have a brief chat first, just like a chat between friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'd like to share some things."

The voice on the other side of the wall was silent for a while, and then asked: "Miss Justice, do you have any expectations for your future...?"

Audrey noticed that the word "world" is not "have", but "have been".

Did what happened affect his judgment in the past and shake Mr. World's once firm belief?