Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The gravekeeper forgot about his inspection tonight.

As soon as he stepped out with the lantern in hand, he forgot about it and turned back, thinking that he had finished his inspection. Tonight, the gravekeeper felt that he had no energy left to stay up late. He yawned sleepily, tidied up and went to bed quickly.

He's going to sleep very deeply tonight.

The young man left the tombkeeper's hut, and Shi Shiran walked towards Esther's tombstone with a shovel in his hand, humming a ditty often circulated among sailors.

The crow was still standing on the stone tablet grooming itself. When it saw the young man coming back, its dark eyes showed human distress: "Do you really want to dig it yourself? Why don't you parasitize the tombkeeper?"

The young man leaned down so that his eyes were level with the crow, and the smile on his face deepened: "Isn't this your fault? Haven't you noticed that there are no wild animals or insects in this cemetery? I I don’t want to cause more trouble, I suspect that if we parasitize him, this place will soon be surrounded by official extraordinary people, and how will we dig out this person then?”

The crow scratched the stone with its claws and tilted its head nonchalantly: "How do I know? I just called you over. Or when you lift the coffin board, you will know what you need to know."

No one or a bird spoke. The huge cemetery was so quiet. Not to mention the chirping of birds, you couldn't even hear the chirping of insects. It was like a foreign land filled with dead silence.

The young man and Crow turned their heads at the same time, looked at the place where Esther's coffin was buried, and said in unison: "This is really interesting."

The young man glanced at the crow in surprise: "Haven't your connection with the main body and us been severed?"

"I'm Amon too. Of course I know what Amon will think." The crow jumped twice on the tombstone. "No wonder you didn't parasitize anything. It turns out you can't do it. It's so funny -"

The young man curled his fingers and flicked the crow away. Then he picked up a shovel and began to dig the grave: "The guy who was robbed of his fate should just shut up. I really don't understand how you got to this point, and only the last The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Seven."

"It was just an accident."

The crow spread its wings and flew up and landed on the tombstone again, watching quietly and expectantly as the young man waved the shovel. More and more soil was turned up on the tomb, and soon the young man touched the coffin board underneath and lifted it up.

When he saw the "deceased" inside, the young man couldn't help but whistle and said with a smile: "This wound is really neat."

The young man threw the coffin board aside and observed curiously. The man lying in the coffin looked young, but for mythical creatures, "age" is the least reliable factor in appearance. His eyes swept over the "decedent's" simple linen skirt, peaceful face and silver stream-like hair. To be honest, this color made him naturally think of the "mercury snake".

"You mentioned her abilities before, so she is actually an angel of the path of destiny? But Ourolius is already the king of angels, and the characteristics of the exile are in the Speaker of the School of Life. It is impossible for another giant snake to appear .”

The crow didn't reply. It flew to the coffin, coughed twice violently, and vomited out a small ball of silver-white hair. The moment the hair left its body, a white circle appeared in the crow's right eye. It smacked its mouth and stared silently at the "dead" in the coffin.

"Is this the thing that suppresses your uniqueness? A hair?"

The crow deftly bypassed all the youth's questions to prevent any possibility of being tricked, and directly asked other questions: "Did you notice? Her body shows no signs of decay at all."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Why do you still need to be wary of Amon?" But the young man did not wait for Crow's reply, but knelt down next to the coffin, "But it is indeed strange. Judging from that date, It has been a week since she died, and even if the weather was cold, it would have been impossible to preserve her life so freshly."

The young man's eyes glanced at the silver holy emblem in the coffin, and the smile on his face faded a lot: "Dark Night God's Family? I haven't heard that her God's Family can also be embalmed. If it wasn't the hands and feet of the Spiritual Church, could it be? She's trying to..."

"It's too far off topic." Crow let out a hoarse smile, "The abnormality on her body has nothing to do with those boring organizations, it is her own special characteristics."

The young man picked up the hair that had just been spat out by the crow, not caring that it was still stained with some gastric juice. There were a few unexplained reflections on his monocle: "Speciality? In my opinion, it is a carrier. It is similar to our clones." Different, but closer..."

"Container." The crow narrowed his eyes and was slightly excited when he said the word.

The young man agreed with this statement, but still raised an objection: "But this strength is far less than that of a divine vessel. The main body may be suppressed to a great extent, and it cannot even reach the level of a true god. And for angels, it is necessary to create such a suitable God sent a vessel? With this time and energy, it is enough to recover from the weakness."

"What's more, she is too weak, too weak! If she hadn't possessed this Sequence 7 extraordinary characteristic out of good luck, she would have been just an ordinary human with no abilities! A being who would use such insidious means to disguise herself, actually He would also hide under the quilt and cry secretly at night!" When he mentioned this, the crow shook its head in annoyance. It was full of resentment for the experience of being trapped, and mercilessly exposed the person in the coffin. .

"Maybe it's not that 'He' is too lucky, but that you are too unlucky."

The young man dropped the small ball of hair in his hand and stretched his hand to Esther's forehead. In his analysis, he couldn't recognize anything there except a faint light, which made him decide to start from that wound and conduct a close-contact investigation.

The crow with white circles flew to the tombstone and kept a certain distance to stare at the scene. Its raised tail feathers were trembling with excitement.

Just when the young man's fingers were still two inches away from the forehead of the "corpse", his hand suddenly stopped. The young man turned back to look at the crow in confusion: "They chose me to investigate, wouldn't you be waiting too?" Do you think I am unlucky?"

"How could it be? I really hope you can figure out for me and other Amon what kind of existence this 'Esther' is." In order to urge the young man to act quickly, Crow even added a special sentence, "Well, the main body will definitely think so too."

The young man's hand remained in the air for another two seconds, and a bigger smile appeared on his lips: "I should use you to dig the grave."

Then, as if accepting his fate, he no longer hesitated to use his fingertips to push away a few strands of hair from Esther's forehead, revealing the wound underneath that penetrated her head.

When the young man's fingers touched the edge of the wound, the unexpected surprise broke out.

A light yellow ball of light exploded from his fingertips, and instantly expanded into a huge cocoon of light that enveloped his entire body.

What made the young man feel even more horrified was that his clone, which had previously been parasitic on nearby microorganisms, was instantly suppressed by the "restart" force from an unknown source, and was instantly forced to retract and return to his body!

It is simply a natural suppression of parasites.

The lens in front of the young man's right eye lit up uncontrollably, reflecting several times more dazzling light. There were chaotic and mixed light flows in those lights. They had no order and did not even outline any symbols, but they emitted a strange light. The binding power.

As more and more rays of light quickly penetrated the young man's body, he lost control of himself. These rays of light did not seem to exist in reality and did not cause any harm to his body, but made the young man's figure blurred. , turning into oil paint that is continuously compressed and condensed.

In the end, the young man's entire body condensed into a small dot, tightly locked in the shrinking cocoon of light, and the coat fell directly to the ground.

In a fuzzy buzzing sound, the condensed light spot shattered again and turned into three rays. Two of the rays of light sank into Esther's forehead, and the other one looked like a spitted-out fruit core. Throwing it on the ground casually.

The crow who was standing on the tombstone laughed hoarsely. He almost died from laughter and could not hold his claws firmly.

The laughing crow finally fell off the tombstone, but he continued to laugh, and his strange and proud cries echoed in the midnight Raphael Cemetery, which was particularly scary.

The question in the title is usually addressed to Esther, but this chapter is specifically addressed to Amon's clone. (eye movement)

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