The living room, lit by a single candle, was silent, as if frozen. [with _ dream]ā

After several seconds, the man who seemed to be a "pharmacist" muttered:

"Why don't you leave an address? ”

It seems to be a curse, but it is actually a persuasion...... Klein pretended not to understand, looked at the "black snake" and said:

"Don't bet, I don't have any chance of living, if I do, at least there is a little hope. ”

"I will not sit and wait for death to come. ”

Hearing this, the old gentleman of the "Eye of Wisdom", who was about to speak, closed his mouth, because he could not offer any other hope.

"I appreciate your character!" Black Snake laughed.

"I also appreciate that several of my friends used to have this kind of personality, and I now go to their tombstones every year to place a bouquet of flowers. The man suspected of being a "pharmacist" whispered with sarcasm and persuasion.

He didn't care that "Black Snake" could fight better than himself, and he could say whatever he wanted.

Mr. "The Medicine Man" must have suffered because of his temper...... Klein secretly thanked himself.

He handed the iron cigarette case containing the extraordinary properties of the Hunter to the attendant who had ushered him in, and watched as the other man walked up to the Eye of Wisdom.

The old gentleman counted out 400 pounds in cash from the suitcase beside him and asked the waiter to bring it to the "black snake".

"Black Snake" glanced at it casually and said:

"I believe in Mr. 'Wisdom Eye'. ”

He took a small wooden box from his bosom, bent down on the ground, and pushed it so hard that the item slid in front of Crane without passing the waiter.

As soon as Klein's fingers touched the surface of the box, he immediately experienced a slight auditory hallucination, a feeling of vertigo caused by violent jolting.

For him, this is not something difficult to accept, and it is not even comparable to the illusory voice of the prayers of "justice" and others.

After sitting up straight again, Klein carefully opened the wooden box and saw an "ear" inside!

The ears were real, except that the skin was blackened and there were a few places where it was rotting and green.

"How do I use it?" Crane asked.

The "Black Snake" replied nonchalantly:

"If you hold it without gloves, you're using it, heh, you'd better go home and try again, when you're alone. ”

Klein didn't ask any more questions, closed the box, put it in his pocket, and deliberately smiled bitterly:

"It's dizzy. ”

After a short silence, the man suspected of being a "pharmacist" suddenly shouted loudly:

"I'm going to buy the marrow crystals of the 'Elven Spring', who has it?"

The voice echoed, but no one answered.

"Medicine Master" pursed his lips and muttered:

"Really, every time I asked, I didn't. ”

"Maybe you can book a ferry ticket to Sunia. "Eyes of wisdom," the old gentleman smiled and quipped.

"Elven Spring" is also known as "Sunia Golden Spring", from the name you know where it is produced, the water of "Elven Spring" is common, it is a spiritual thing, but the medullary crystals are extraordinary materials, not so easy to buy.

After that, there were several aborted transactions at the party, and the old gentleman of the "Eye of Wisdom" clapped his palms and said:

"That's all for today, leaving one by one, three minutes apart, as is customary. ”

Leave one by one...... Three minutes apart from each other...... Is this for fear that someone will follow or even rob other party members when they go out? Crane received the prompt from the "Eye of Wisdom" and stood up, and with the guidance of the waiter, left the living room and came to the door.

He took off his hooded robe, gave it back, and followed the path he remembered back to the back door of the "Brave Bar", then took off his iron mask, walked through the kitchen, and saw Caspars standing outside the card room amid the sound of barking dogs.

"I'm glad you're back. The red-nosed old man breathed a sigh of relief, and the hideous wound on his face seemed to tremble.

Klein leaned over and lowered his voice:

"Will there be any such gatherings after that?"

"Looks like you're not getting what you want, the storm is on top, and I don't think you need to waste any more time. Caspars glanced at the unreassuring customer and said, "Maybe it will be a few days later, I don't know the specifics, let's see if you can catch up." ”

Crane nodded, and instead asked:

"Is Marić there?"

"You're going to try to convince him? no, it's only going to him off!" Kaspath warned in a deep voice, "and he's in the card room behind you." ”

No, I'm not going to convince him, but to try to stay away from him, lest his living corpse rebel...... Klein touched the Azk bronze whistle in his pocket and said:

"I see. ”

He immediately left the Valorant Bar and walked around the one-bedroom apartment in the East End before returning to Minsk Street.

In the card room, Marić studed all his chips and confidently turned over his hole cards.

He had three kings, a pair of nines, and the living corpse card opposite him was a pair, an eight.

Suddenly, the living corpse took the initiative to show the hole cards, a pair!

In this game, four wins!

The pale-faced Marich froze there, and immediately felt the eyes of all the living corpses around him look coldly at him.

A few minutes later, he left the card room with a vague step, and nearly fell to the door, while his subordinates, who had usually surrounded him, collapsed to the ground in the room.

"Don't let people in until wee hours this morning. Marić looked at the stunned Kaspas, and commanded hoarsely.

He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, which were quickly dyed a dark blue and red color.

After receiving Caspers's affirmative answer, Marić sat down in a random chair, asked for a barrel of Southwell beer, and drank it with a straight gaze, stunned for a long time.

............

At 5 Minsk Street, Klein washed up and returned to his room in a regular manner, and closed the curtains.

After waiting for more than ten minutes and confirming that there were indeed no spiritual light spots around, he began to summon himself and respond to himself, carrying the black ear and the wooden box into the mysterious space above the gray mist.

Illusory crimson stars dotted below, without the slightest flicker, and Crane sat down at the top of the ancient long table and opened the wooden box.

This time, he had no more auditory hallucinations or vertigo, and the endless gray mist seemed to cut off all outside sounds.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and had a lot more confidence in the next attempt, in terms of safety.

With a stroke of his mind, he shielded his hearing and did several experiments to confirm the effect.

Not bad...... Crane nodded in satisfaction, reached out and grabbed the black ear, which only showed signs of decay.

The cold and slippery touch came into his mind, and he did not hear the voice of the great existence described by the "Black Snake".

"Completely cut off......? You can't just use it......" Crane muttered to himself, thinking about what to do to stimulate the effect.

After more than ten seconds, he took out a pen and paper, intending to imitate the process of peeking into the "eternal sun" before.

That time, with the help of divine blood, he looked directly at the eternal sun, and this time he only used the items left behind by the "listener", which was definitely not so dangerous...... Klein wrote down the divination sentence with certainty:

"The origin of this item. ”

He took a breath, grasped his black ear, leaned back, and silently recited the divination phrase.

After seven times, his eyes deepened and he fell into a deep sleep.

In a blurry, broken, gray world, Crane saw a man struggling on the ground, rolling and screaming, his eyes bulging out, his body inflated into balloons, and countless hairs became black and long.

Immediately after, a voice of extreme evil and filth reached Klein's ears, instantly waking him up.

Different from the whispers and roars before entering the mysterious space above the gray mist, this voice is more penetrating, more purposeful, and more proactive!

Crane covered his ears and cut off the follow-up, but the voice echoed in his head.

He saw his veins and tendons bulging out, as if they had become wriggling, thick vipers.

Bang!

His veins burst open, and the green tendons broke away from his body, spreading outward into slick, wicked tentacles, and the gray mist swayed slightly, showing a slight sign of corrosion in the giant-like palace.

Unlike the time of the Eternal Sun, Crane still had his sanity, and he didn't roll on the ground, he clung to the handrail and endured it.

After a few seconds, the faint gray mist calmed down, and the evil voice echoing in Crane's head died down completely.

The "tentacles" fell, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

"It's a dangerous thing to deal with the gods, either way...... It's a good thing that I didn't face the 'real creator' this time, otherwise the madness and loss of control would probably have been a little bit left and affect the physical ...... of the real world," Crane leaned weakly back in his chair and laughed at himself silently.

This process was basically expected by him, and the whole was not out of his control.

The only thing that surprised him was that the "True Creator" seemed to be stronger than the "Eternal Sun......

Just as Klein's thoughts were about to diverge, he saw the black ear in his palm suddenly collapse, turning into tiny points of light, light black points of light.

Returning to pure extraordinary characteristics?Crane was puzzled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tentacles with evil patterns that were still twitching on the ground, which were the madness and loss of control that had been peeled from him.

These tentacles are becoming transparent and are about to disappear.

Crane suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and sprinkled the tiny light black light spots in his palm on the slippery tentacles.

The illusory black air rose and turned into a sky with lightning constantly streaking, and the background was extremely dark and intense.

It all quickly disappeared into Crane's eyes, and there was an iron-black spell on the ground with many symbols, magic symbols, evil patterns, and warped spirit numbers.

Klein bent down to pick it up, only to feel that it seemed to be sealed with a crazy person who kept screaming.

With the help of divination skills, he reluctantly deciphered the usefulness of this spell from the revelation, that is, to make the opponent listen to a terrible roar, infected with madness, as for what will happen in the end, it depends on the target's ability to resist in this regard, if it is strong, it may gain benefits, the price is to become a devout follower of the "true creator", if weak, it will collapse on the spot, screaming death.

"Just call, 'Filthy Words'......" Crane whispered, setting up the opening spell.