"Hey...hehe, don't worry, the newly formed living soul has no intelligence and will only wander around the place of death. It will not attack humans until it is completely infected by filth."

The burly man's chin was bleeding and he laughed weirdly.

After carefully studying the ghost in front of him for a moment, Linnard withdrew his gaze and walked to the side of the big man, still looking at the ghost from the front.

"You're lying." He said calmly.

"Hey... no, this is common sense, common sense that anyone in Lansace... knows."

"I'm not referring to this, I'm referring to what you just said, the god you believe in told you." Linard tapped his temple with his right hand, and the blood on his fingertips dyed his temples red. "I am a creature that does not belong to this world.

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"However, if you think about it carefully, this is simply impossible. If the so-called god planned all of this and brought me to this world, then He wouldn't just send you three here to recover my sacrifice, and neither would you.

Will ask me if I am from this world."

"So you must have learned the knowledge of how to distinguish people from other worlds somewhere, and it was confirmed by me. And when you lied, you subconsciously said that it was God who told you. It seems that the God you believe in

He is indeed looking for someone from another world like me. And in order to please him, you deliberately learned relevant knowledge."

Lynard stared at the big man expressionlessly and continued: "So, tell me, where did you get the knowledge? And why does your god look for people from other worlds?"

The burly man was a little dull, his eyes flickered, and after a moment he said helplessly: "No...hiss...that's right, my Lord tonight...only issued an order to collect the sacrifices at No. 223, Luma Street...about people from other worlds."

I got this...knowledge from...the deacon..."

He looked like a child who was caught lying. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he could not resist. He could only tell intermittently: "Three months ago, my Lord... sent down an oracle, asking us to arrest everyone...

Creatures that do not belong to this world...and sacrifice to Him..."

Linard gave a noncommittal oh, walked around behind the burly man, and cut his left sleeve with a dagger.

"Crack--."

An irregularly shaped leather scroll with an old color fell from the interlayer of the opponent's sleeve and fell to the ground, making a slight sound.

"NO!!!! You can't touch him!!! That's mine - mine!!!"

The burly man's unwilling look still remained on his face, and a violent roar surged out of his mouth. His hateful eyes stared at Lynard behind him, and he kept trying to bite him with his weak jaws.

But they could only make a soft tapping sound in the air.

Ignoring the furious man, Linard picked up the leather scroll with his dagger.

It was artificially rolled into a ball, only about the size of an adult's hand, but very thin, making people worried about whether it would be damaged.

The appearance looks very old, but it has a deathly sheen, and the overall feeling is very evil, like skin cut from a corpse lying in the morgue.

"Ebon...Codices."

Lynard read out the writing on the surface.

"No - that's, that's my -."

The big man who tried his best and failed to bite Linnard was a little discouraged, but he still did not give up. He was trembling all over and clenching his teeth, thinking of a way to escape regardless of his wounds.

Seeing the other party's behavior since losing the book, Linnard chuckled: "You look like a child who has lost his favorite toy. Are you playing a game of coaxing your parents to buy something? Do you think I will say something?"

Sorry and give it back to you?"

The big man's eyes were red, and he completely ignored his taunts, and began to try to use his teeth to turn his back to bite the rope, even though this required his neck to grow about half a meter longer.

"Hmm... It looks like he is controlled by this book. Could it be that this thing is like a pocket watch, an item related to those unspeakable existences?" Linnard stood there thinking, ignoring the man who was going crazy.

The big man hesitated whether to open the scroll.

After thinking about it for a while, with the idea that he had already opened his pocket watch and the debt was too heavy, he carefully placed the scroll on the cabinet aside and opened the scroll with a dagger.

Contrary to what he imagined, the completely unfolded scroll was blank, without anything that could be called writing.

"There is no record about people from other worlds? Then why did his left hand shake unconsciously when he mentioned this matter just now?"

While Linard was thinking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if he was being cut open bit by bit with a not-so-sharp saw. The blood vessels in his forehead were beating sharply, and the huge blood pressure hit the nerves in his eyes, making his whole body look like...

It felt like I was on a roller coaster. My head was heavily congested with blood. My whole body felt like it was being torn apart by thousands of mouths. My soul had been bitten off, and I felt a sense of weakness.

After the severe pain, his eyes suddenly went dark. In the darkness, he felt that there was a huge creature that was constantly crawling in front of him. This creature could not be described by common sense. It kept sucking and licking in the darkness, which made people feel...

My whole body was sticky, the clicking sound I could hear in my ears was getting louder and louder, and I vaguely felt like there were countless scary eyes staring at me.

When he regained consciousness, he had lost most of his strength, his ears were ringing violently, and he could hear a "click-click" sound coming from a distant place, which was the sound of two rows of teeth of a burly man interlacing.

The scenes in front of him went from blurring to focusing, and Linard felt extremely weak. The dagger had disappeared without knowing where he was, and he was holding a leather scroll in his hands.

The scroll was filled with dense hieroglyphics at some point. It was completely different from any text he had seen before. He could only roughly understand its meaning. It was like an unknown existence was sending knowledge to his brain.

generally.

"People from other worlds... those who break the future and the past, must pay the price of their souls to pass through... If there is no replenishment... they will dissipate in a short time by annihilating souls... contaminating the passage of time and space... can help the old days open the barrier

.How to identify...by abandoning the will, arrange the following ritual...solidify the spiritual eyes in one's body..."

Fighting back his headache, Linnard "read" what was written on the scroll, his mind running rapidly.

"So that's it, so this burly man has been stalling for time from the beginning, because he has long seen through the spiritual eyes that my soul is about to dissipate. I would rather lose my will to solidify the single-effect spiritual eyes, because as long as I find the other world

If I sacrifice someone, can I immediately get a much richer reward than this? It seems that my value is very huge. But the side effects are just like now, I will lose my self-control under slight stimulation."

He glanced at the big man who was repeating himself mechanically, and quickly formulated the urgent problem to be solved in his mind.

"First: solve your own soul problem."

"Second: Conceal the truth that you don't belong to this world."

"Third: Find a way back."

Linard bent the index finger of his right hand, pressed his phalange against his temple to relieve the pressure, and thought quickly.

"The first question must be asked about the Ebon Codex in front of me. It seems to have the ability to answer everything, but it obviously requires payment, and it may involve soul matter... In my current situation, I'm afraid there is a lot of risk."

"The second question... There should be very few people who are willing to solidify their spiritual eyes at the cost of abandoning their willpower just to find people from other worlds like me, and it is even less likely that rare objects like the Ebon Codex can be found everywhere.

The fact that the gunman committed suicide without hesitation and that the burly man even fell into madness after losing the manuscript can confirm this speculation. But the so-called gods in this world have oracles handed down to them, and there must be relevant personnel responsible for finding people from other worlds for them.

Related things.”

"Before the hidden dangers are completely solved, try to avoid all cults... No, orthodox religions too."

"The third question needs to be solved slowly... ensure survival first, find out the truth about time travel, and we should be able to find relevant clues."

He thought very quickly, and after clarifying the relevant connections, his eyes turned to the Ibon manuscript, and the question in his mind changed to - how to replenish his own soul energy.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the hieroglyphs on the scroll began to disappear, buzzing like a swarm of mosquitoes.

From Linard's perspective, the words turned into black mist and turned into something indescribable, like rotten flesh wriggling. As the sound of his own heartbeat spread, the world seemed to be dissolving, leaving only the scroll in his hand.

, his own arm is also dissolving, revealing the white bones underneath.

"Capture the living soul, and use something contaminated with the aura of the past as a guide...erase the consciousness of the living soul and turn it into pure soul energy...inhale...the spell is as follows..."

Linard was on the verge of death. His skin lost its luster, everything in front of him became incomprehensible, and it was difficult to even think. The focus of his eyes seemed to become a slightly red, dazzling whirlpool, turning himself into a whirlpool.

Keep inhaling.

He began to lose control of his body again. His heart was beating higher and higher, and it seemed to have stopped a long time ago. The mantra that transformed the soul in his mind occupied all his thoughts. He subconsciously took out the pocket watch in his coat pocket, step by step, step by step.

Staggering closer to the soul hiding in the darkness.

When the hand holding the pocket watch grasped the ghost, Linard could still strangely feel the smooth feeling. Then he silently recited the incantation, and screamed like hundreds of people raving at the same time, turning into a hoarse and disorderly scream.

Call signs, a chorus that seemed to have been choreographed, a horrifying chant:

Kantak – Diti – Raya!
Chapter completed!