The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Seeing Duke's eyes illuminated by the white flames, Sean's adrenaline secreted frantically, making his heart beat faster.

If you were an ordinary person or a more inexperienced explorer, you might have been frightened by the fact that your legs would go limp or run away.

The light of Shengen soothed Sean's shocked soul, which kept him from losing himself in the great shock.

The psychic tentacles instantly stuffed the M1920 revolver in the gun bag into Sean's hand. There were three ordinary bullets and three essentia bullets in the cartridge.

The vicious blade has also released a dangerous rust color beside Sean.

"It's useless...Mr. Mist." Duke has turned his head, his facial features are blurred in the light of the lighter, "He is an existence you can't imagine..."

Sean heard a disgusting sound from the dark door behind him.

It's like the sound of wearing rubber shoes stepping on the muddy ground on a rainy day, like the sound of a giant meat grinder constantly churning minced meat.

The voice was deep and loud, rolling in...

The revolver pointed at Duke, and Sean's eyes became cold: "What is that?"

Duke lowered his head and giggled: "That's... the ultimate wise man, the one who knows all the answers...

"An epiphany scholar?"

"He acted very carefully, so even in the most densely populated place, he was not exposed, only in rumors..." Duke pushed his glasses, "As an ignorant person who stepped into this place, I Caught by him. However, I accepted a deal--to lure nine souls here for his enjoyment in exchange for my freedom..."

Professor Duke showed a satisfied smile: "Mr. Mist, you are the ninth soul.

"You may be angry, but I still have to thank you for your help..."

With a loud bang, the M1920's gun flame was particularly evident in the darkness, and the bullet was accurately focused on Levin Duke's chest.

Professor Duke was shocked by the bullet and took a step back, but the bullet was like hitting a scarecrow. You could see the hole, but no blood came out.

The professor looked at the wound on his body and shook his head: "It's useless, I have tried suicide, but it's useless - my death is forbidden..."

Behind the door, the strange sound got louder and louder, it sounded like someone sticking a stick into his head to stir his brain.

The only exit is the direction from which the huge threat is coming.

Sean realizes that he is going to face a very scary thing.

The desperation aroused the courage in his heart again. Sean lifted the only light source with the essentia, threw off the bullet nest, and stuffed an esoteric bullet with the "vicious" attribute.

He walked towards the darkness in the depths of this hall, and the mask as deep as the misty sea turned towards Duke: "Thank you for your story.

"Also, although you led me into the wolf's den, I will still give you back your freedom."

The Jack-level explorer named "Mist" fell into the thick darkness.

Duke's eyes were cold and he walked backwards towards the door.

The separation in the dark symbolizes the real breakup between the two.

"The first thing to solve is the problem of sight." Sean turned to face the dark door in the distance, and analyzed the upcoming battle.

In the face of scary things, the most important thing is to stay calm. Sean has obviously grown a lot after going through the Undercurrent Street.

The psychic tentacles quickly rolled down a few tomes from the bookshelf, and Sean used a lighter to ignite the books suspended in the air as a temporary torch.

"This is an act of blasphemy against knowledge and inheritance..." Sean thought with a little heartache, "However, God can learn from it - I can't fight a battle blindly."

The esoteric tentacle held a lighter and a "book torch" from afar, illuminating the center of the hall, and Sean himself was still lurking in the darkness.

Finally, the existence with a strange voice slowly "influxed" into this hall with only one exit.

Through the firelight, Sean saw clearly the "Scholar of Epiphany"...

He was like a tide pouring into the hall, but the tide was made up of beating brain tissue.

Sean had a hallucination - as if the black doorway was an open wound on the head of the creation giant, and the huge brain flowed out from the wound.

A unique stench that was only smelled during surgery permeated the hall. Sean clenched his teeth hard, his cheeks bulged high, and only then did he restrain his urge to vomit.

The eight figures in black robes were submerged in the knee-length "brain river" under their knees, moving in parallel with the influx of the amorphous...

"The eight innocents seduced by Duke... are like seekers who are forcibly controlled by epiphany scholars..."

Duke huddled in the corner of the door at the moment, staring at the "Scholar of Epiphany" who could no longer be described in words with a frenzy and fear.

A visible electric current flashed in his brain, and the eight figures took off their hoods.

Sean saw that the heads above their noses were gone.

The eight seekers were instructed to touch the ground with their limbs, and from the ground, the bookshelf, and even the high ceiling, they used their hands and feet to climb towards Sean at an unsettling speed. Abrupt and weird.

Epiphany scholar, this tidal wave composed of brain tissue continues to surge forward, rolling in, with a sticky and greasy sound, the sound alone is enough to make people mad.

The indescribable and unpredictable horror completely blocked Sean's escape.

"There is no chance of victory in ground combat." Sean judged, "You can only use three-dimensional maneuvering tactics."

Thinking so, Sean's psychic tentacles flung toward the upper bookshelf like a rope loop.

Sean suddenly found that the tentacles of the spiritual substance he threw out were obviously extended, hooking the height that was absolutely impossible to hook before.

He frowned: "Why?"

Xiao En suddenly realized: "This is a lucid dream!"

When a person has a lucid dream, he can manipulate the dream state as he wishes, including allowing the psychic substance to easily extend beyond the limit.

Sean scratched the back of his hand with a holy dagger, and the pain suddenly woke up his consciousness.

The dream shattered, and Sean saw a seeker standing in front of him, biting his neck fiercely.

The vicious blade instantly penetrated the seeker's body and nailed it to the desk. The teeth clenched in vain and made an unwilling bump.

"It's dangerous!" Sean inhaled suddenly, "I want to make sure that I don't fall into a nightmare!"

He knew that "Sacred Root" had a high rank and could ensure that he would not fall into a dream easily, so he concentrated part of his mind in the symbol in the center of the "Private Museum", making Shengen light up slightly.

"In this way, at least you won't fall into a nightmare without knowing it..."

Another seeker climbed along the side bookshelf, jumped suddenly, stretched his arms forward, and grabbed Shawn.

Sean's spiritual essence has been rolled up on the high-level bookshelf, and he jumped suddenly. While jumping high into the air, the revolver in his hand exploded again and again, and the gun flames suddenly flashed one after another in the dark, reflecting the silhouette of Sean rising into the air. The seekers who fluttered empty were beaten into a sieve.

At the same time as Sean rose up, the seeker who approached from the ceiling rushed over from above. Sean's head was tilted, and the burning book torch in the air hit it, causing it to scream and fall to the ground. .

As the flames flickered, Sean lit a book torch again amid the howls of seekers.

The Epiphany Scholar on the ground was approaching, and stretched out a group of tentacles full of back grooves to attack Sean. Electric light flashed in the back groove, and Sean felt numb, his muscles twitched, and he fell from the air.

"Electric shock effect!" Sean gritted his teeth, threw out the spiritual substance in the air, hooked the dusty chandelier, like a monkey, and swayed through the pile of amorphous objects on the ground with invisible vines.

The holy light bullet that had been unplugged exploded on the ground, and the Epiphany Scholar let out a strange howl, like an injured echinoderm creature, and his body suddenly shrank.

Sean fired several shots in the air, the flames of the gun illuminated his resolute face, a seeker who was waiting in place, trying to catch Sean fell from the bookshelf, Sean clings to its original position .

The two seekers leaped fiercely on the wall, and two rusted soul blades pinned them back to the wall even more fiercely.

Sean shifted his position again, barely avoiding an electric shock from the Epiphany Scholar, and sucked a wisp of smelling salt in the air. He felt the energy of a dream coming, but Shengen resisted that force.

This time, he stayed awake, and inadvertently saw that when the scholar used the power of dreaming, he seemed to open up a part of himself...

A flash of light flashed in Sean's consciousness, and he squinted: "The evil **** in charge of dreams, the epiphany scholar who can make people fall into nightmares..."

He suddenly realized what he had been ignoring just now: "The Epiphany Scholar has that evil god's 'God Feather'!"

If the "unconscious dreaming" is just the ordinary effect of Shenyu, Sean believes that Epiphany scholars can use Shenyu to do terrible things...

"So it gave an electric shock, hoping that I could fall to the ground and bring us closer...

"After falling to the ground, I'm afraid I will fall into a very terrifying dream."

Sean threw out the cartridge, put all the remaining esoteric bullets into the cartridge, and while swinging to another direction in the air, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ fired several shots at the epiphany scholar on the ground.

Neither esoteric bullets nor ordinary bullets seemed to cause effective damage to that large pile of brain matter.

"He must have a core..." Next to him, another seeker approached. Sean's spiritual essence wrapped the holy dagger into his heart, and threw the attacker to the ground.

The Epiphany Scholar has only one minion left, and Sean's esoteric energy is also depleted, and the battle has reached a stalemate.

When Sean was still thinking about how to deal with the other party, the tentacles of the Epiphany Scholar reached into the corner where Professor Duke was hiding.

Duke let out a scream: "No! This is different from what we agreed on!"

Without a sufficient number of minions, Epiphany Scholars easily broke their promises.

The sharp teeth protruded from the brain tissue and directly pierced into Levin Duke's spine. Professor Duke's tears, snot, and saliva flowed together, screaming and twisting his limbs and climbing up the bookshelf.

His body was severely lacking in exercise, and he couldn't bear such high-intensity movements at all, and his howls of extreme pain resounded through the hall.

The screaming Duke cooperated with another seeker to attack Sean. Sean ignored the weak history professor and used the spiritual substance to put a holy light bullet into the open mouth of the seeker, and the spiritual substance behind him. A red mist pervades...

With most of the light from the Holy Light Shield, the "Mist of Sorrow" penetrated Duke's nerves, causing him to fall into a state of great grief, which was in great contradiction with the forced orders issued by the scholars, causing the poor professor to fall to the ground with convulsions all over his body. There was a tragic crisp sound of more than one bone breaking.

In order to avoid the swept-in tentacles, Sean, who had already solved all the seekers, shifted his position again in the sky. He took a deep breath of psychic smelling salts, and his eyes revealed the radiance of seeing through the mystery.