The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"Sean!" Moonlight waved his hand in a panic, patting Sean's arm, "Look—look!"

In the story, at the branch intersection of Central Avenue leading to Silent Street, they saw a group of people with various masks coming.

Quest?

Are we back in the story already? !

Sean and Moonlight looked at each other, extremely surprised.

Could it be possible to return to that world just by leaving Arkham? !

In shock, the man wearing an opera mask pushed away the dazed Moonlight: "Look at the road, bumpkin!"

Behind the masked parade, a person holding a billboard appeared.

"The Metropolitan Theater's brand new show - "The Phantom of the Opera". Every Saturday and Sunday, on Broadway..."

The flame that ignited in the hearts of the two of them was instantly extinguished.

Where is the explorer? Where did you "return" to that world?

. . . nothing more than a commercial line for an opera.

Watching the parade pass by with a disappointed expression, Sean patted his partner on the back: "Let's go, we're almost there."

Passing through the phantom city, they came to the northern suburbs. Here, the light of the city is getting dimmer, and in Xiao En's eyes, the candlelight is becoming more and more obvious. Not far away!

He firmly moved towards the candlelight step by step, but the candlelight suddenly disappeared, like a disturbed goldfish swimming into the depths of a pond. At this time, the moon was not visible in the sky at all.

Why would it disappear? Sean blinked.

Could it be that everything just now was really my illusion? He felt his cold sweat dripping down...

"What's wrong?" Moonlight asked.

Sean swallowed his saliva and said with a sigh of relief, "Here we are." Relying on his final feeling, he pointed to a farmhouse in the distance, "The candlelight is there."

The two walked into the empty farmhouse that smelled old. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time. Sean walked across the room and walked to the cowshed that smelled old: "It's right here..." Although he couldn't see the candlelight at this time, he could vaguely judge that the disappearing candlelight should be here...

"Here? Candlelight?" The moonlight looked around the dark cowshed, "Where's the candlelight?"

Sean walked to the corner and brought the shovel and shovel over.

"what?"

"It's always been below ground level. It's underground."

Moonlight stared blankly at Sean. When he saw that Sean really started digging, he bent down and picked up the shovel in doubt.

In the dark cowshed, there was the sound of digging.

The night wind blows, and the green moon sets. The lights in the city are also gradually going out, and the lights seem to need sleep.

In the dark cowshed, a two-meter-deep pit appeared on the ground. The smelly soil is still rising from the bottom of the pit and piled up on the small mound beside the pit.

"Damn it!" Moonlight, who tied the handkerchief to his face, suddenly dropped the shovel, and the white shirt on his body was soaked, sticking to his back like an onion skin. He had had enough of digging in the dark cowshed.

"What the **** am I doing here!? I haven't even had dinner yet!" he yelled. Sean didn't turn his head to look at him, but continued digging in silence.

"I shouldn't have come here! Fuck it!" Moonlight was irritated by Xiao En's attitude, and he put his hips on his hips and cursed loudly, "You're crazy because you didn't take your medicine, and I'm going to be with you! It seems that my brain is really crazy. There is a problem!

"I want to go back! I want to wait to be discharged from the hospital! Fuck it!" Moonlight looked at the black figure beside him who kept bending and straightening. I was already so angry, but the other party still didn't respond.

"I **** said I'm going back!" The pianist rushed towards Sean furiously, knocking him to the ground, "Did you hear that?!"

Sean still ignored Moonlight, as if he had just been blown down by a gust of wind. He got up and reached for the shovel. The moonlight grabbed his hand, and suddenly he found his palm was wet. Looking through the pages, he found that Sean's palms were already covered in blood by the light from the broken oil lamp on the top of the pit. Sean shook off his hand and reached for the shovel. Only then did Moonlight realize that there was also blood on the wooden handle of the shovel.

"Why?" His anger froze, and he blinked at the stubborn figure, "Why..."

In the gap between the monotonous sound of digging, Moonlight suddenly heard a soft singing voice. It seemed that in the depths of the night, a girl was humming softly.

"Sean, did you hear that?" Moonlight stopped him from continuing to dig.

"Hear what?"

A low humming came faintly. It was an old, lullaby without words.

The source of the sound is... Moonlight looked down at the soles of his feet: "There is a sound under the soil!"

The two looked at each other in the dim light, and finally began to dig again without saying a word.

Soon after, they dug up a long stone slab. It looks very old. As the excavation continued, a hole was exposed under the stone bar. Through the hole... Moonlight bent down, and he saw a candle burning quietly in the hole that was originally sealed in the ground. Orange light filled the small space. A candle burns in the ground, and the impossible happens before your eyes. They couldn't help driving their tired and hungry bodies to speed up.

When a hole was finally dug for one person to enter, the two climbed into the hole one after another.

"Candle!" Moonlight still couldn't believe it, and felt the temperature of the flame with his hands, "There are really candles underground!"

And Sean seemed a little more indifferent, he was looking around the underground space.

This space is very small, only about five steps long and wide. The candlelight was placed on a stone platform on the ground, and the material of the candle could not be seen. The wall illuminated by the candlelight looks primitive and rough, like a space that has been chiseled out.

This stone chamber seems to be a small temple.

Facing them, illuminated by candlelight, was an ancient stone statue. The stone statue looked like a lady, she was wearing a hood and cloak, holding a torch in one hand, and a straw basket in the other...

"This is...?" Moonlight blinked, recalling the plot in Sean's book, "Could it be, Ms. Hersheys?!" He turned his head suddenly and found that Sean was staring fascinatedly at the small rock. Statues under arched windows.

The statue shows some signs of weathering, and it seems that it has experienced thousands of years.

"Yes, it's that lady." Sean nodded earnestly. This stone statue was no different from what he saw in his dream.

Sean turned his head to look at Moonlight. Both of them had sweat on their faces. They blinked and their eyes slowly turned red. The night was too quiet, and they didn't know where the terrifying existence was hiding, so they didn't shout out those words, but the small space seemed to be filled with shouts:

That world is real!

That world really exists!

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"What should we do now, Sean?" In this small temple, Moonlight asked in a low voice. They can already vaguely perceive what happened—if what they see before them is real, then their previous conjecture, that they are imprisoned in a false world, will be established. The existence of being able to do this kind of thing makes them feel creepy, and even their voices can't help but lower their voices.

"Maybe, through this statue, we can return to that world." Xiao En looked up at the weathered lady, she was like a pure ice sculpture, slowly melting in time, "And what I want to do is..."

According to his own memory, Sean half-kneeled in front of the statue, crossed his hands in front of his chest and performed a self-embracing salute, and then began to "confide" in a low voice.

Talking at midnight, Night Breeze believed in the way of praying to the gods. Moonlight, who knew all this, stood quietly and waited.

What Sean Dickinson never imagined was that in this almost impossible to wake up dream, the faint hope came from a **** he had created. What made it difficult for him to understand was that this god, which he had created not long ago, seemed to be an ancient belief that had been completely forgotten in this world...

Why is this? Did Ms. Hersheys really appear because of herself? Or was it just as I had guessed, that she was only using herself to come into this world?

The Myth of the Godmaker. Such a myth is probably unique in the world.

In any case, the present was his only hope of returning to that world, so he began to pray devoutly to Ms. Hershey, praying that he could wake up from this terrible nightmare ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ created by closing his eyes In the quiet and dark night, the whisper of the goddess sounded in his ears:

Lost Night Returner, Night Breeze and I will protect you forever, no matter where you are.

This is your 1,620,9761st visit here.

Do you want to wake up the previous memory?

Sean opened his eyes in disbelief.

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