When: 10/11/23/Kuromon / Where: Redpass Mansion

The fireplace was raised, the mattress was made, and I left a mark on the road, hoping that Abby, Yuna, and Mina would find it soon. In order to prevent possible danger, we slept in our clothes and laid bunks in the living room. Carlin and I lay on our sides and looked at each other, and his gaze quickly ran away. Nalfik and the dwarves were typical of lying down and falling asleep, snoring with each other. Tam hides behind the stone statue outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, holding two knives in his hands, guarding everyone in the rain. Kador and Zuta were both monastics, each sitting cross-legged and sleeping. Six totems were placed around the Minotaur shaman, illuminating his and Zuta's faces with a ghostly light.

The night rain hits, the wind howls, the fire swayes, and the hearts of the people are sad. Hundreds of souls have nowhere to rest, cornered, they stand here, scattered in every corner of the manor, their salvation does not lie in me, but in whether they can let go of their hatred of natural disasters, after generosity, the soldiers and civilians of Dalong County have turned into ghosts, I can let them possess me one by one, and then liberate them, but they don't want to leave just like that. Wraiths are extremely dangerous, especially when no one in Hell wants to take over, except for one time when Lilith came to see me in Andorhar, the entire East and West Plague Lands have been abandoned by the Underworld, and all restless souls are difficult to exalt.

Xiaoxiao hadn't slept yet, guarding the fire, his little hands caressing the scales of the siren. I had to count the sheep to force myself to sleep, and maybe tomorrow there was a more difficult task to do, and I had to keep my spirits up.

Half-asleep and half-awake, I felt that someone had entered the house, and I opened my eyes with all my might, and narrowed to the Mta and Zuta, who were changing the guard, and for a while I let down my guard, tossing and turning, and unable to sleep.

Soon, a woman's voice emerged from the quiet hall: "Fish fly in the sky and look at the swimming birds." The evil sheep is gnawing at the little wolf, yo oh! ”

"Who's there?" I woke up suddenly, and before I could finish speaking, a large shadow invaded the floor-to-ceiling window with lightning and thunder, and the troll emerging from the dark shadow looked at me in surprise.

Zuta looked at me with a snicker, "Mr. Hadley, have you had a nightmare?"

"Can't you hear me? I'm still singing!"

Zuta: "No! In the Troll Realm's beliefs, Oneiroi occasionally makes a little joke about the belly, don't worry. ”

"No, she's still singing!"

Zuta: "I'm sorry, but it's not a spiritual or religious question. But if you're referring to a song, not a dwarven snor, I don't hear anything. ”

"Okay, leave that one alone, what time is it?"

Zuta: "It's just past midnight. With that, the Shadowhunter followed the shadow gap to the outside of the room again.

After midnight, the ghost was the most resentful, there were only six souls in this hall now, and a middle-aged man crouched by the fireplace, stuck his head into the flames, and then pulled his head out, and repeated this monotonously countless times. This is a patient with [low self-esteem], and this type of indication group is very safe, and it is difficult to cause supernatural visions to any living person.

The second soul is a little boy who floats near the ceiling headlights, waiting for a little girl to find him in hide and seek. The little girl was terrified, as if she had been frightened by this lame joke. The conversation of the soul cannot be heard unless I pull the soul into the same face. But looking at the shape of the little girl's soul, her cry was mixed in: "Vic!" is the boy's name. I caught her attention and cried less violently. I stole a finger upward, and she spotted him and floated up happily. The boy glared at me with disdain, and then floated upstairs without waiting for his sister to catch up.

The fourth soul was a Talon County Guard, who had been pacing back and forth at the gate, not in the way ordinary people walked, but in the regular steps of the troops, and he probably thought he was still on duty. There was a murderous aura in the guard's eyes. Abby and I are both people with special senses, she can specifically detect the magic sources around her, and I can sense the malice of an individual when the murderous aura of the other person exceeds a certain range. The murderous aura of the guard's soul was beyond the norm, but he hadn't realized it yet. If he has enough resentment to be ghostly, it will become a great disaster for the party.

The last two are a couple with love rings on their middle fingers, they are not married, and they are kissing as if no one is around.

There is no singing woman in the souls of the six visible souls, and the composition of this song is very similar to the hymns sung in the church choir. This deepened my doubts, I couldn't discern the direction of the song, it seemed to be singing from my heart.

Judging from Zuta's performance, the other living could not hear the song, so I decided to consult the ghosts. I first pulled out the main spirit and entered the ghost plane.

"Big brother, do you hear this song?"

The self-congratulatory man by the fireplace didn't seem to hear me, and continued to play with his skull, which would never burn. His self-talk was occasionally blocked by flames, so I waited a long time to hear it all. He's saying, "Weal. ways。 think。 there's。 gonna。 be。 more。 time...... then。 it。 runs。 out ....." (We always thought there was still a long way to go...) But before I knew it, it came to an end... ）

Apparently I didn't get any useful information from this guy, and the guards weren't the ones to mess with, and the two kids went upstairs to hide and seek, so I had to interrupt the couple who were kissing.

"Uh~~Excuse me... One of the young men immediately pushed the girl away and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, you can ask anything, the more questions the better, at least this is a great opportunity to rest your tongue." ”

The young woman was beautiful, but also with a look of disgust: "I want to kiss the old man, I'm also annoyed!"

"I regret the embarrassing situation for both of you. It is estimated that the greatest hope of the two of you in life is intimacy, in fact, the soul is more persistent than the body, and you have not obtained the correct way of extradition, so you keep repeating what you wanted to do before you were alive but did not do it. ”

Young man: "I see! I wonder why I don't want to kiss it, and my body can't help but stick it on." You explained our troubles, uh~~ You wear a Roman collar, you're a priest, right?"

"Well, I am Hadley, a pious servant of the Father. ”

Young woman: "Pastor, can you let us go to heaven?"

"Of course, if you both want to. ”

Young woman: "What was it like in the kingdom that day?"

"Heaven is specially made for every soul. If you want your mother to be by your side, then she is by your side, and if you enjoy the world of two people between lovers, then your kingdom of heaven is only the two of you. Do you understand? That is, if you have an attachment to someone or something, then someone or something will appear there. Three meals can be achieved by imagination, at least in the classics. ”

Young man: "Okay, okay, let's go with you! How are you now?" What do you need to prepare?"

"Wait, I haven't asked you any questions yet. ”

Young woman: "What's the matter?"

"Can you hear the song?"

Young man: "Do you mean Miss Monroe's opera? She sings upstairs at this time of day." ”

Young woman: "Yes, yes, Miss Monroe is still alive, but she's been paralyzed for years. From time to time, her soul would run out and sing. ”

"Monroe, what's her full name?"

Young man: "Salas or Sasra?"

"Salas Monroe!" the Guardian of Myth has always lived in Talon County, and Egwen had just told me about it the other day, and the name stuck in my mind. Mythic's abilities are beyond the realm of the strongest magic I can imagine, and if she can change anything with her whimsical design, she will really be considered a god. I can't help but question the act of giving mortals such abilities, which undoubtedly leads to scramble and countless power grabbings, and it is hard to imagine a vegetative person struggling to survive for more than sixty years without all the functions of his body.

"Where is she?"

Young man: "She's on the fourth floor. ”

"Are you residents of Talonshire?"

Young man: "Of course. ”

"You all know about Ms. Monroe's here?"

Young woman: "No! We only found out about a year ago. (That is, it is only known after death.) ）

"Is her body here?"

Young man: "I don't know, we've only seen her soul." ”

"I see, thanks. Now, please both of you come in through my left and right hands. ”

Young woman: "Drill into you... Body?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Young woman: "I feel a little sick. ”

Young man: "There's nothing more disgusting than kissing, I'll do it first!"

They clumsily penetrate my body, the gold is so smooth, the spirit returns to holiness, heaven opens its doors, they step into it, happiness is fleeting, the door is closed. Indeed, both are good men, and have now ascended to heaven. This is the best way to liberate ghosts, but not every soul will cooperate, and not every soul will have this qualification.

The Redpass House is similar to most Lordaeron estates, with three sections, the ground floor hall and a stone staircase leading to the second floor, with stairs extending in both directions, and more large and small rooms on the left and right sides of the building. This bungalow occupies a much smaller area than castle-like buildings, and it is not a quaint style, and its decoration is closer to that of a villa with a view.

The soul can float straight up without stepping on the stone steps, through the slabs of the second and third floors, the fourth floor has no obvious room boundaries, but is integrated, it is a large showroom, the walls are covered with paintings of different styles, and each oil painting is flanked by antique armor. In the most conspicuous position in the center of the house, there is a shelving of the horizontal bar, which is supposed to be a weapon rack, but it is empty now, probably originally for Joseph's Excalibur [Mixed Wheel Heavenly Decision].

As far as the inside of the hall could be seen, the abrupt transparent soul was singing, and she was only twenty years old, not as old as Egwene. She crossed her head, pinning a myriad of small pink clips in her hair, each of which was a very different animal, a kind of which I had never seen. She was wearing a pure white pajama with unusually abrupt little stars on it, but it was a little too decorated, which simply covered the original beauty of the clothes. She is not ugly at all, and she can even be said to be beautiful, but the purple eyeshadow spreads all over the circle, and the lower eyelids are almost completely black. The blood-red lips looked like they had just eaten someone, and the cherry mouth was painted several times larger. The ears are covered with heavy crappy gold ornaments.

This woman with a little less taste was undoubtedly Salas Monroe, and when I stepped forward, she spotted me and stopped singing.

"Who are you?" she asked in a deep, distant tone.

"Pastor Hadley. ”

"Oh, you're the child of prophecy. ”

"How do you know?"

"I write stories and I read them. ”

"Then did you plan my story?"

"No, Hadley, you're a myth in your own right. You are special, I can't see your past, and I can't see your future. ”

"What the hell am I?"

"A little person in a story. ”

"What does that mythical power of yours consist of, can you write the teachings of my teachings, or is it the legend of Loa?"

"Hmmm... I just tell the myths to mortals, and spread them, and I tell the stories of each sect to the world. For example, the celestial realm where the god Loa lives is called the Sanctuary of Aslama, which originally existed, and the Loa who lived in it also existed, and then I spread the framework of this story and the main gods. When the number of believers is large enough and the power of faith is strong enough, then the specific content of the story is actually completely handed over to the believers. It's not my fault that these trolls came up with an evil god Haka, it's just that they themselves don't think that all Loa gods should be glorious and resolute, so they subjectively changed the position of one of the gods. But whether the haka is good or bad, I don't know. All I know is the initial outline, and the stories of the believers during the propagation, and the stories they made up. ”

"I'll go! Can you make me a puppet too?, or stop me from doing it for the time being?" I was a little disappointed, this ability obviously cannot be used casually, and the responsibility of myths is to spread faith, simply to spread!

"I can, but taking the initiative to change the direction of a myth will implicate more creative design, continue with the example just now, if I also say that Haka is evil, then more people will think that he is evil, but Haka's godhead will not be affected by me, just discredit him. But for mortals, for example, if I imagine you as a puppet, you will change your image for a short time, but if the rest of the people don't believe it, then the spell will be broken. So, in fact, I only have the power to collect faith, and this power comes from the believers, not from me who records the myths. ”

"I see, what's going on with Pamela?"

"It's part of the myth, the myth about me. Before I lost my brain activity completely, I devised my myth that when my successor appeared, I would die. The selection of the successor is designed to be such that a child is chosen from a family that is imaginative and willing to take in a discarded person. The Redpass family has guarded my Eucharist for more than sixty years, and I was going to pass on my abilities to Jessica, but her mind is not very jumpy, and I am a little dissatisfied. ”

"Why did they take you in?"

"Because I have the right time, the right person, the right bait, plus a little bit of the right eye. I made a pact with Joseph's father, Gagarin, that the Celestial Wheel would be given to his family to protect the county of Dalon. But on condition that my body be kept for generations. I didn't reveal my identity, and there was something about the heir to the myth. ”

"Then I don't understand, Pamela now has your powers, but you don't seem to be dead, if I'm not mistaken, you just seem to say: when the heir appears, you die. ”

"Ah, this is my little conspiracy, the successor must kill me with his own hands to gain power, but she will never find my Holy Body. So I kept using the power of mythology to lure Pamela to use the most primitive intuition to find the secret room in the mansion, and she did return, but that was after the outbreak of the plague. When she returned, she was chased into town by mutated undead meanders, only to be shot through her stomach with acid and her internal organs coming out. When she found my secret room, she was already an undead creature, and I encouraged myself, and the undead were not bad! So I guided her to cover my face with a pillow, but she thought I was afraid of the cold, and she was afraid that the pillow would stuff me, so she poured me a hot water bottle, and I didn't have any senses after I was paralyzed, and the thing actually exceeded 100°, and my internal organs were hit hard by the heat, and I only had half a life left, so in the end she got half of my mana. ”

"What do you want to live or die?"

"I wanted to die, I wanted to die sixty years ago, but the power of the Guardian must not fall into the wrong hands, so I wanted to design a touching scene at the end. Who knows that it is self-defeating, and now it is difficult to live or die. And I found that Pamela is not capable of managing this power for the time being, so it is safer to put it on me first. ”

"And you're trying to take back that ability?"

"I want to think about it, but I can't do it, the inheritance has already begun, and I can't stop this. The rules are not the direction of the plot, and I can't make the rules. Now there's only one trade-off, to make Pamela just like me. ”

"Fart! You changed someone's life and buried her! Are you human?"

"There's no way around it, or you can take over the role, kill her, and then kill me. ”

"I won't take responsibility that doesn't belong to me, and I won't kill an innocent girl for you. ”

"Or you can lure her into suicide. ”

"Shut up! I don't want to continue this conversation. Hello for yourself. ”

"You think clearly! If Pamela is booby-trapped by the bad guys, the results will be catastrophic! The world no longer needs guardians! The power that should not belong to this world must be destroyed!" 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 (Rabbit pen Kang slugging cow)