The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Onila!"

Sigmund whispered, and took a half step back cautiously, with his left arm in front and his right hand clenched the cane.

Onila didn't move, she just turned her head sideways, staring at Sigmund expressionlessly, or somewhere in the void behind Sigmund.

There were more and more messy voices, and obvious pain appeared on Onila's face, but suddenly the strange babbling disappeared completely, Onila's body relaxed, and then she no longer paid attention to Sigmund, but turned around Walked to the dusty desk.

Opening the dilapidated sheepskin notebook, it was the work log of the lighthouse keeper. Due to the time, a lot of the paper was moldy and damp, and the writing on it was unclear.

After turning to the last blank page, Ornila flattened the diary, and then took out the pen she carried with her.

Dear Onela:

When you read this letter, you must be in a special kind of torture, but please don't worry, this is not a curse, but a special awakening.

Regarding Chaofan, the gentleman next to you must be able to give you a lot of explanations.

During the entire writing process, Onila kept her eyes half-closed and stared straight ahead. Her hands seemed to be scribbling unconsciously, but in fact the handwriting she wrote was completely different from what Sigmund had seen before.

It looked like it was written by a man.

Sigmund understood that the so-called letter had been engraved into Onila's memory a long time ago, and this memory could only be activated at the right time and place.

Then driven by a strange force, Onila can get this special letter that spans time.

Onila was still writing, and Sigmund continued to look down.

Our contract exists in secret, and it may be traced back to the First Empire period. In ancient times, many people liked to call us Destiny, but in fact I prefer another name.

moon.

Moon contract.

We are nobody, we are manipulators, we are psychoanalysts, we are dreamers, but in the end we are only prisoners of fate.

You have to keep in mind:

What you see is immutable.

It can be seen many times, but it is a kind of sadness.

Rubbing the pen on the paper, Onila drew a strange symbol.

It was an eye surrounded by two semicircles, but in the center, the whole pattern was completely separated by a sharp sword-like line.

Keep this pattern in mind, trace it with your spirit, and in a short time the visions and voices that have been haunting you will disappear completely.

When you have this ability again, you will see the world as it is.

Abruptly stopping writing, Onila put away the pen and stood up, then slammed it on the dusty desktop.

puff!

The dust stirred up, and when everything subsided, words written in dust were left on the title page of the diary.

At this time, Onila had turned around and returned to the place where she had just stood.

Heart tightened, Sigmund held his breath and walked to the table.

He saw the familiar square characters.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmund.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don't let our efforts go to waste... Zhuang Zhe.

He is indeed a time traveler, from the same country as me!

Sigmund's body trembled, and what frightened him was not the information conveyed in the handwriting, nor the identity of the other party's traverser.

It's the last name.

Zhuang Zhe.

That's my name, it's my name before time travel!

But how would he know?

Why can the information left by a person 10 years ago accurately predict what I am going through now, and even know my true identity.

The brain is buzzing.

Sigmund felt parched, and the narrow tower made him extremely depressed. It seemed that there was an unknown existence hidden in every gap in the surrounding walls.

He was silently observing everything about him.

Why should I believe in you when I believe in myself?

What is the last chance?

Our efforts? Who else? !

Sigmund thought he could get all the answers in the tower, but now the more he knew, the more confused he became.

puff!

In front of Sigmund's eyes, the handwriting made of dust lost some cohesion of power, and he saw the last line of handwriting flashed on the title page before everything returned to normal.

Burn it, burn it.

burn what? As soon as this question arose in his heart, he saw the rough sheepskin on the surface of the diary.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Sigmund remembered the weird map from the First Empire period found in the tidal cave in Gwen Town.

"Could it be that thing?"

Just as he was thinking, Onila's voice suddenly came from behind, "Sigmon, what are you looking for?"

Turning around, the female writer was staring at herself with a puzzled expression, seemingly unaware of what happened just now.

"I found a diary." Blowing off the dust, Sigmund picked up the diary.

"What's written on it?" Onila ran over excitedly.

"The life information recorded by the watchman..." Sigmon pretended to find the diary for the first time, flipping through it casually.

"Wait, what is this?!" On the last few pages, Onila suddenly let out a scream, and then snatched the diary from Sigmund's hand.

"God!"

"Is this written for me?"

She didn't know what she had just scribbled in the diary, and she was excited, and quickly read the above content.

"Extraordinary, moon contract, what is that?"

Sigmund briefly introduced the process of extraordinary enlightenment and contract conclusion to Onila, and then pointed to the weird symbols on it to tell her.

"Try it, use your spirit to draw this pattern in your mind, I think your current troubles should be resolved."

The two went around the tower again, but they didn't find anything of value here. It was really just a dilapidated and dilapidated lighthouse.

When they left the lighthouse, the sun had already set to the west, and there was no way to return the same way. Sigmund could only repeat the old trick, and jumped off the edge of the lighthouse again with Onila.

After waiting below for a long time, Onila's carriage appeared in front of her eyes.

By the time they returned to Liam City, it was completely dark. They sent Onila back to the hotel, made an appointment to meet again, and Sigmund returned to his home in the lower city.

The light was on in Lawrence's room, but Sigmund went straight to his room, closed the door and sat down at the desk.

Taking out the pen, he wrote the familiar square characters on the white paper.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmund.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don't let our efforts go to waste... Zhuang Zhe.

He analyzed the information between the lines over and over again.

Louis, who the hell is he? What is his purpose? Why does Mr. Tree think that his information will affect the coming of the gods?

He must have, like Onila, that strange precognition.

No, Onila's ability is more random, his will definitely be stronger.

What you see is immutable.

A month ago, Sigmund thought that he had completely resolved the series of extraordinary events after the White Seagull Manor. As for Mr. Shu, it was natural that the upper echelons of the demon hunters and the Church of the Oracle had a headache.

But now...

He desperately wanted to find Mr. Tree and ask him everything about Louis.

Well, it's time to pluck the tree next. ()

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