Shadow of the Beautiful World

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In the small garden behind the detective office of Hell Detective, Merlin piled up the black magic items collected by Constantine, and then took a crystal bottle out of his arms and pulled the lid off.

"Are you going to burn them?"

Chas standing behind Merlin asked:

"Is it okay to just burn it? I see that John's steps for dealing with these things are complicated every time."

"Trust me, just burn it."

Merlin poured the silver-white liquid in the bottle onto the dangerous objects in front of him. The flame of holy water and the black magic powers entangled in these objects entangled, conflicted, and collided, and a white flame rose in front of the two eyes.

"what"

Twisted intangibles were beating in the flame, they made a sharp hissing sound, trying to get rid of the demon flame, that is some evil spirits, or some strange things.

Black magic items are dangerous because most of them have evil spirits in them, or are filled with dangerous things.

Ordinary people can't see the evil spirits that are tumbling and twisting in the flames, and it is difficult to hear their screams and curses when they are dying. They can only see this fierce white fire burning like it is Some people are constantly adding firewood to the flames.

But how can Chas, who has been in trouble with a bad luck like Constantine for more than ten years, be an ordinary person?

Merlin turned around and saw Chas writhing uncomfortably, seeming to want to stay away from the flame.

"you can see?"

Merlin asked:

"Still hear?"

"Both."

Chas nodded uncomfortably. He turned his head so that he wouldn't look at the evil spirits screaming in the flames. He said tremblingly:

"John said that my spiritual vision is very high, he said that this is not a good thing, he rarely let me participate in his affairs."

"This is really not a good thing."

Merlin stood up and lit a cigarette in front of the burning white fire. He said to Chas:

"You can see what ordinary people can't see, which means you will bear the pressure that ordinary people don't need to bear. Those twisted things that grow from the darkness will always distort the ordinary people's will, even if you take a look, May drive you crazy."

"But you are very lucky."

Merlin glanced at Chas. He said:

"Maybe Constantine has been secretly protecting you."

"Then what should I do?"

Chas. Chandler, an ordinary New York taxi driver, was a little flustered. He seemed to ask Merlin for help:

"I don't want to see them either, this is not what I want."

"Find a time to go to Hell's Kitchen."

Merlin exhaled a smoke, he said to Chas:

"Go to a place called the House of Blood, which sells some magic items that can be used by ordinary people. You tell the shopkeeper that Merlin introduced you, of course, you have to prepare a sum of money in advance, that place Is not cheap."

"Uh, um, I know."

Chassed out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced at the flame that was extinguishing again. He hugged a few photo frames in his arms, which contained Constantine's photos. He said to Merlin:

"Then I will leave first?"

"Well, go."

Merlin nodded to him. As Chas was about to leave, Merlin suddenly asked:

"Speaking of which, you have been a taxi driver for several years. Do you know a guy named Du Pound?"

"Du Pound?"

Chas looked back, a smile on his face, he said:

"That's my good friend. We often discuss music together. Well, he will recommend me some great music."

"Uh."

Merlin just asked casually, but did not expect that this guy actually knew the lucky driver Du Pender, he watched Chas leave the house, he whispered:

"The two lucky guys are actually friends, and their tastes are so consistent, so is this the attraction between the lucky ones?"

Talking, he took the key left by Constantine from his pocket and looked carefully at it.

This key is very inconspicuous, with bronze rust on it, it looks like an old style, but a layer of obscure magic is wrapped around this key, evenly covering every corner of the key.

It is not ordinary.

I don't know where Constantine found it.

"But since there is a key, there must be a corresponding door..."

Merlin held the key. He looked back at Constantine's detective office. After a while, he walked to the door, and he gestured the key on the door lock.

The two are obviously not compatible.

But when Merlin inserted the large key into the narrow lock, the eccentric key entered the lock without hindrance.

This made Merlin raise his eyebrows.

At the next moment, he tried to twist the key tentatively, and between the soft sounds of the lock, the closed door was pushed open.

But the sight is no longer Constantine's narrow and shabby detective office, replaced by a house full of darkness.

The area is several times larger than that of Constantine’s detective office.

"No wonder these years, even Fury can't find you..."

Merlin pulled the key and walked into the house in front of him. He looked around at the furnishings of the house.

It’s already broken, there’s no good glass on the windows, the floor is wiggling, the ceiling below the second floor is still miserable with cracks, and the ground is covered with all kinds of trash that has been pushed down and thrown around, In the fireplace at the end of the hall, there are fragments of some unknown objects, which seem to have been used as fuel for heating, and the oil paintings hanging on the walls also seem to have been burned. The characters in those oil paintings look extremely horrifying.

There is no light, no light at all, here is shrouded in darkness darker than the night.

"Click"

Behind Merlin, the door seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly closed at this moment. It was like a closed cage, trapping a reckless man who was trespassing into a dangerous place in this quirky room.

"Uh"

At the next moment, in the hall in front of Merlin, three candle-like lights were lit at the same time, but the light was strange and unknown green, and the green light illuminated the hall, making the already dilapidated house look More infiltrating.

The temperature is falling.

Merlin held out his finger, and a faint frost appeared on his fingertips. At the moment when the three lights were on, the temperature in the room was madly falling. In just a few seconds, it had dropped enough to ordinary people. The degree of freezing.

"what is this?"

Merlin curled his fingers and flicked towards the broken fireplace at the end of the hall. A rolling black smoke whistled through the hall and smashed into the fireplace. The next moment, the red flame lit in the fireplace , That is a flame supported by Merlin's magic, it does not need any fuel to support combustion.

And at the moment the flame burned, the chill in the house quickly dissipated.

The whole house is really bright and warm.

Merlin walked towards the fireplace. As he approached the fireplace, he saw an image left by the fireplace. It should be the image of the last owner who had been kept in this quirky house.

There is only a dark shadow, in terms of height and figure, it should be Constantine.

Closer, Merlin could still hear the sound, as if watching a less clear 3D movie.

"Zatanna! You pit me!"

Constantine's image screamed. He made an unpleasant scream, waving his hands, constantly throwing out a mass of energy, as if he was defending against something dangerous.

In Merlin's gaze, the image was forced to retreat, until it reached the fireplace. He lowered his head and glanced at the fireplace. It said:

"The fire is almost extinguishing...Damn, there are too many complaints, I can't stand it!"

"Come next time!"

After talking, the image ran out of the way, and under Merlin’s gaze, it quickly rushed to the door position, and then disappeared.

This seems to be what Constantine encountered when he last explored this room.

"Zatanna? Who is that? It sounds like a girl."

Merlin stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver sword Vlad from the magic pocket, while slowly taking out a bottle of evil sword oil and applying it on Vlad's sharp blade, he turned his head while thinking.

Behind him, under the light of the green light, one face after another was ugly, and the wraith with a twisted shape floated out from under the floor.

On the walls of the hall, the surface of the dozens of burned oil paintings shuddered with a green halo like a wave of water. Each one held a spirit sword, stretched out his tongue, and only had the upper body, shrouded in shredded remnants. The big wraith holding the dark green chandelier is crawling out of the broken painting.

"This number..."

Merlin looked at the sea of ​​grievances in front of him, and he moved his shoulders:

"No wonder Constantine, who has mastered so much black magic, was also forced to flee. This room looks like a spiritual enchantment."

Merlin held the sword in his left hand and pinched a dharma seal in his right hand, and flicked it gently towards the ground. At the next moment, six purple magic arcs surged around the hall, like six pillars, propped up a six in the hall. The magic enchantment of the polygon.

This is the Aden Seal, a demon hunter's seal dedicated to binding magical creatures. Within the influence of this seal, all spirits that can be converted between reality and reality will be forced to appear in the form of entities.

This is a tactic used by demon hunters to deal with dangerous evil spirits.

"bring it on."

Merlin ticked his fingers at the grudges in front of his eyes, spread all over the ground and in the air, he said:

"Before we win or lose, no one wants to run!"

"Ao"

Faced with Merlin's provocation, the big wraith floating in the air screamed and swooped from the sky to the ungrateful human in a gesture of eagle hunting.

Merlin chuckled, he stepped forward, his wrists waved, the next moment, sword dance...started.

Five minutes later, the last oil painting used by the big wraith to hide was smashed by Merlin, and the difficult spirits finally lost their load. In the scream that made the eardrum hurt, the green wraith was like It was like a torch that was ignited, flying wildly in the air, and finally fell on the floor in front of Merlin in the form of ashes.

And on the gurgling floor of the hall, a layer of fine ashes has been laid, which means that all the wraiths in this house have been completely slain.

The flame in the fireplace burned more intensely, and the temperature in the room became warmer. Even the darkness that had been scattered in the hall, which was also scattered, was only the last one. The black shadow on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Merlin moved his wrist, and he probably understood some of the rules of the house.

This house should be a magical object, similar to the bloodstone pendant hanging from Elsa's neck, which can hold the entire blood house. But it was contaminated, and terrible things should have happened in this room, causing spiritual forces from unknown dimensions to spread out in this room, covering every corner of the room.

Constantine didn't know where to get the key to the room. He tried to purify it, but he obviously failed.

"There is one last point."

Merlin moved lightly under the envelope of black mist and jumped from the wall into the ground. He held a sharp silver sword and walked step by step toward the second floor ladder. It seemed that he was sensing the approach of Merlin. The dark force on the side moved quickly, and in the spirit that slowly cracked like an eggshell, a guy in a black tattered cloak, holding a shovel in hand, blocked Merlin's road.

It was a tall guy with a gloomy haze temperament. Under the hood, that face had no eyes, no mouth, no ears, and no nose.

This is a creepy monster at first glance.

But Merlin could see more from this fearful appearance. Under the strange appearance of this creature, hidden in its body is a strange vitality that is very different from the human body and other aliens.

"A living alchemy creature?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes. He placed the silver sword in front of him. He looked at the monster in front of him:

"Contemporary alchemists can't make living things like you...so, who created you?"

Faced with Merlin's question, the hazy alchemy creature's answer was simple. It grabbed the shovel that shone with green light, just like raising a long sword, and cut it down towards Merlin.

"Ok."

Merlin evaded the powerful blow in a flash, and he put the sword back in his pocket, then pulled out the angry halberd.

A substantial flame flashed in Merlin's eyes. He actively activated the power of the angry halberd. In the rise of inner anger, the brute force of Merlin's body almost doubled.

"I played enough."

He says.

At the next moment, Merlin, who had 15 times the brute force, stepped forward and waved the halberd in his hand.

"clang"

There was a muffled sound, and between the gleaming silver lights mixed with red halo, the tall alchemy monster with human weapon was cut in half, like a watermelon cut from the center, disgusting Blood and weird, with pieces of organs mixed with metallic luster, and the mad surging dark spiritual power, sprinkled everywhere.

At the moment when the monster was hacked to death, behind Merlin, the dilapidated chandelier at the top of the house was automatically lit at this moment.

In the beige light, a purple figure pushed open the door of the second floor and walked to the railing.

It was a woman with a weird appearance, much like a human, but a little different.

She looked at Merlin standing in the lobby on the first floor. She bowed her head very respectfully and saluted Merlin. With a Victorian accent, she said to Merlin:

"Welcome back to the mysterious house, master, do you need me to do something for you?"

Merlin looked at the spirit like a housekeeper. He hesitated for a few seconds and then asked:

"Who made this mysterious house..."

The spirit steward did not conceal, she answered truthfully:

"Mr. Leonardo Di Piero da Vinci made this mysterious house for the transmission of taboo and dangerous knowledge. It passed from generation to generation in the blood of Master Leonardo until 300 Many years ago, the Mystery House encountered a spiritual infection of unknown cause, and the inner core was destroyed, so it was abandoned."

"There have always been outsiders trying to find treasure in the mysterious house, but they have all fallen victim to the mysterious power entrenched in this house until you, the new owner..."

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