Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The connection was disconnected again. This dream was like a serial drama. Klein got up from the bed and walked to the deck again.

Really, one step forward is dusk, one step back is a dream, the wind is not smooth, the waves are not calm, the boat is not stable, and the mermaid I am waiting for has not come yet.

Klein didn't pay too much attention to the Queen of Mysteries' request, and he felt that preventing the Queen of Mysteries from reading Roselle's diary was the best protection for his brother and niece as a conscientious uncle.

Anderson, who had gotten rid of the effects of the sedative, wandered over. Seeing that Klein was watching the mermaid again, he couldn't help saying:

"Cats are not as attached to fish as you are."

In fact, Anderson didn't have to come to talk to Gehrman. The main reason was that he had such a silent companion with a lack of expression but an outstanding temperament that made it impossible to ignore. The more silent he was, the more Anderson wanted to talk to him.

"Stay away from me." You bastard with a darkened seal.

Klein didn't even look at Anderson.

Anderson was about to say something more, when suddenly he felt his eyes dimmed, and his vision seemed to be covered with a veil, and then sharp, piercing, unidentified ravings rang out in his ears and mind.

Anderson covered his ears all at once, trying to be calm, but it seemed that there were fire snakes swimming under his skin which was exposed outside his clothes. He saw that Gehrman in front of him also had a painful expression, but there was no obvious change.

At this time, he suddenly heard a scream that was louder than the other.

Klein endured the pain in his head as if he was being renovated, and ran towards the sound, followed closely by Anderson.

In the shadow of the bulkhead, Heath Doyle curled up in pain. A big herring was slapping the deck. The hair on the back of Frank's hand covering his head was obviously thick. Companions on deck:

"Heath, is that Extraordinary item invalid? Me, I'll call the captain over."

Cattleya frowned and walked over quickly, and she also saw Heath Doyle. His ears had become as big as his head, and his pale, translucent skin was as bright red as blood. From his chin to his abdomen, there was a deep gap that kept opening and closing. His whole body was like a torn bag that had been pulled open. The flesh and blood are wriggling and deforming uncontrollably, as if losing the restraint of the skin, they are about to turn into streams of flesh and blood and go their separate ways.

Bright starlight flew towards Heath Doyle's body one after another, and the superimposed starlight condensed into a huge transparent amber, wrapping Heath Doyle's tattered body, as if trying to isolate the power of mutation in this way , but it didn't do much, the stream of Heath Doyle's flesh kept crashing, and cracks began to appear on the amber.

A scroll suddenly appeared out of thin air in Cattleya's hand.

"star!"

The scroll burned silently, and the amber wrapped around Heath Doyle suddenly disappeared.

Everyone stared at the place where Heath Doyle disappeared, while resisting the impact of the surround sound, waiting nervously for the result.

A few seconds later, the air twisted, and then there was the sound of glass breaking. Heath Doyle's ears were already twice the size of his head, and they were still growing. The neck below had become a pool of thick liquid.

Cattleya suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, illusory and layered prayers sounded in Klein's ears. He instantly understood Cattleya's actions. She really couldn't save Heath Doyle. He also thought that he was on the verge of losing control after being instilled with knowledge by the hidden sage. The gift given by Mr. Fool Help, although the gods may not respond to prayers, but what if Histor is lucky enough? As for the price, let's think about it after surviving.

Klein immediately returned to the cabin, ready to respond to his prayers, and pulled Sisdall above the gray mist to temporarily block the ravings, treating the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and saving it if he could.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the Genie who was so bored wiping the magic lamp. He didn't care whether the act of wiping himself was considered a bath, so he suddenly had an idea and asked anxiously:

"Can you isolate this raving so that Heath Doyle will not continue to mutate."

The lamp god raised his head, gave him a blank look, and said:

"Who do you say can't do it?"

Klein stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the magic lamp, turned and ran, his voice being left behind.

"Come here and help."

The lamp god looked at the meat sauce on the deck with an unhappy expression, and Klein solemnly explained to Cattleya:

"I may have a way to stop Heath Doyle's mutation, but the negative effects of extraordinary items need to be provided by you. This can be discussed later."

Cattleya's purple eyes hidden behind her glasses lit up. Although the constant babbling made her unable to show her face, her tone was obviously relaxed, and she replied: "Yes, hurry up."

Suddenly, Anderson let out a strange cry. He held his head in his hands, curled up his body, and squatted down. The flames hidden under his skin flowed out of his pores like liquid, and quickly covered his skin.

The voice of Heath Doyle who had been screaming stopped after Anderson howled, his ears no longer getting bigger, but his eyes were still tightly closed.

Anderson gradually regained his sanity, and the sudden double-intensity ravings caught him off guard. He was knocked down and almost lost control. He followed in the footsteps of Heath Doyle, but he was not an Extraordinary in the path of the Mystic Practitioner after all. These ravings It really caused him extreme pain, jumping on the verge of losing control, but he still restrained himself, as long as he didn't listen for a long time, and when the babbling disappeared, he could quickly calm down and regain his spirituality.

Heath Doyle's state was recovering visibly with the naked eye. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a group of people with frowning brows and bitter faces, looking at him with burning eyes.

He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to hide in the shadows, but he realized everything that had happened before.

The antenna-like ears gradually shrunk, and the flesh and blood under the neck squirmed, gradually reshaping and stretching into the shape of a human body. It took only a while, but it could not be fully restored, and it still looked distorted and disgusting.

"Why am I always the one who's hurt!"

Anderson gasped heavily, gritted his teeth, and spoke intermittently. Phantom flames appeared on his body and head. This was the first time Klein saw his furious appearance.

The people on the Future persisted for a few more minutes before the hull left the gloomy fog.

Everyone heaved a long sigh of relief, rejoicing that after the catastrophe, those with slight mutations began to meditate and adjust their state.

Anderson sat down on the deck, his eyes were dull, his mouth was slightly opened, and he kept panting heavily.

Heath Doyle's appearance basically returned to normal, but his whole body was as pale as a ghost, his lips were as red as weeping blood roses, and he solemnly thanked Klein:

"thanks!"

Then he expressed the same simple and sincere thanks to Anderson.

Cattleya asked Heath Doyle to go back to the cabin to recuperate first, and then said to Klein:

"What do I need to pay?"

Klein was silent for a while, as if communicating with the golden oil lamp in his hand, after a while he said:

"The item of the lawyer or the arbitrator path, Sequence Six, if you don't have it now, you can wait for you to leave this sea area, and give it to me when you get it."

Cattleya also fell silent. She wanted to accuse the other party of blackmail, but she held back in the end. She felt that Heath Doyle was still alive, which was more important than money, but she aroused strong indignation: Zegelman was looking for the mermaid What a loss-making deal!