Mystery: Paradox Path

Above the fertile fields on the outskirts of Backlund, a river started from a distance, made a bend beside the cliff, and then flowed into the distance.

The side of the cliff is bare, showing pure white rocks. Looking from a distance, under the transparent air from the city, the sun lightly covers it, giving people a holy and warm beauty touch.

At the bend of the river, a hidden, but not so hidden, underground entrance is like an ordinary cave, hidden behind weeds and bushes, as if waiting for someone to come.

And not long after, a foot stepped on the grass, standing quietly in front of the hole, as if waiting for something.

"It's only here." Snow took a deep look at the hole that seemed to swallow all life, and finally sighed.

In the past month, he has made various attempts, and even tried the two conditioned reflexes, but he does not know whether it is because he is prepared, or he has adapted to the relationship between the two reflexes, and there is still a small part of consciousness that is not integrated according to his expectations. stand up.

Sometimes Snow even wanted to "kick out the team" for those disobedient consciousnesses, but after careful consideration, he gave up this idea.

After all, these things now seem to be just a single point of consciousness, but Snow will not forget that their true identity is his soul that has been chopped up.

No one knows whether giving up this part of the soul will bury any hidden dangers, at least Snow will not try this approach until he has no other choice.

Seeing that the time was approaching mid-December, Snow finally made a decision after compiling an ancestor's diary for Kezhen again.

Passing through the part that was initially eroded by the wind, Snow's feet stepped on the solid black historical ladder. Even after thousands of years of erosion, the place still maintains enough hardness, and it is not as defenseless as the entrance. .

The asymmetrical stone pillars were arranged on both sides, enough to drive the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient completely crazy to make Snow frown.

The simple and explosive patterns of knives and axe paved a wide road for the underground mausoleum.

The phantom of the angel with thirty-six wings floated quietly beside Snow, and the soft and holy light brought a bright light to the dark underground.

Snow stepped on the road and moved forward slowly, and soon after, he came to a huge, heavy dark gray stone door—

Just like other buildings in the Fourth Epoch, this door is obviously not very symmetrical. Whether it is the pattern on the top, the width of the left and right, and even the angle of the arc, there are considerable differences. experienced patients,

If I changed the time when I just crossed, I am afraid that I would have to use a file to repair all these unpleasant places before I can stop.

At this time, the stone door where the folding fan tormented the obsessive-compulsive disorder has been opened. Although it is not large, it can already allow one person to enter and exit, but even with the light of "Medanzo", it is still impossible to see the scene behind the door through this gap.

"It's all coming." Snow comforted himself softly, took a deep breath and walked through the door. At the same time, his body was covered with a strange power.

[Zifeiwu] unfolded, Snow's sense of existence was forcibly suppressed. Although there are many valuable monsters here, he didn't come here to fight monsters and make money. In accordance with the layout of the tombs of nobles of the Fourth Epoch, Nuo headed all the way towards the main tomb.

Most of the monsters in the corridor were around Sequence Seven, and it was impossible to even observe Snow's existence. After easily bypassing them, Snow saw a brown-yellow wooden picture frame.

"This is the ghost picture frame in the original book that can steal people's souls? Stealing souls... This is at least the ability of dream-stealers, right?" Estimated the weight of the characteristics of this picture frame, Snow hesitated a little, or restrained his greed.

He clearly knew that Amon had the ability to eat the Beyonder characteristics of Gou Sanjia and spit out his clones, so it made no sense to keep a copy of Beyonder characteristics with a high sequence in the frame.

Even if the original book was taken away by the Mechanic Church, he still felt that there might be a trap left. Although he was here to kill himself, death was not the same as suicide.

Snow, who deeply understood Amon's ability to lay out at will, did not intend to bet on such unknown things. After carefully circumventing the picture frame, he came to the entrance of the main tomb.

Looking at the black stone gate with the pattern of slashing and axe in front of him, Snow reached out and stroked the gray-white disc inlaid in the center.

This disc is divided into twelve divisions like a dial, and there is a black pointer in the center, but like all the architectural styles of the Fourth Epoch, the divisions on this disc are not uniform, but can kill obsessive-compulsive disorder. There are big and small.

The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, and the spacious tomb also came into view. On the high platform in the center, the black coffin exuded a mysterious temperament, and the white candles that had been burning for many years, It is firmly inserted into the surrounding black light stands.

"No Extraordinary characteristics? I thought there must be at least one clone of Amon living here."

Snow muttered in a low voice and put away Medanzo, but the shadows under his feet somehow turned crimson.

He looked at the black corpses in front of him, all looking like old men, but after careful observation, he could find that they should have died recently.

Snow picked up the Extraordinary items from several corpses at random, and Snow was a little strange, because only some of the deceased here had Extraordinary characteristics precipitated.

He doesn't think that ordinary people can go to such a place, so the only possibility is that their characteristics just match the monsters outside?

So after they died, the characteristics entered the bodies of those monsters based on some special occult principle, and then laid the foundation for the reproduction of more monsters?

However, Snow didn't plan to think too much about this. He picked up those Beyonder characteristics without affecting the state of the corpse as much as possible. He didn't look again until he stuffed them into an iron cigarette case and sealed them up. The sarcophagus.

"It's all coming!"

Snow spit out the four-character mantra for the second time and swallowed hard. If all the branches of consciousness wanted to give up, of course he would follow suit, but now there are just a few happy souls, shouting "Hurry up".

In order to teach these Le Zihun a lesson, he used the veto power to negate the result of the all-conference referendum, and let Le Zihun know, don't think that a few people can do whatever they want.

Snow took out the silver coins and felt that part of the soul of the happy child started to misfire. Snow stared at the last diehards from the stand-in. He cast out the spell and laid a spiritual wall strengthened by white horses and non-horses around him, and then took out from his arms. The erudite glasses, in the exclamations of countless souls, slowly put them on the right eye...