Fear?

Afraid?

Disturbed?

These emotions did not stay in Ryan's heart, like an uninvited wind, but after entering, he only took a turn and rushed out, leaving no trace, and not letting Ryan waver.

Emotions can't be eliminated, but they can be controlled.

This night, Ryan was still practicing.

He still breathed according to the mysterious breathing technique, maintaining a strange rhythm, visualizing the heart lamp in the sea, and his thoughts fell on the golden flame, wrapping the golden book.

The half-open title page of the golden book rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing, like a piece of wings, slowly fluttering.

The golden light shimmered, like breathing.

Blood!

Gradually, he entered the sea of blood, and was entangled in the scarlet sky, which was difficult to get rid of.

Here we go again!

Ryan remained clear, his thoughts enveloped in golden flames, unaffected by the foul aura of the sea of blood, like a light boat that sailed through storms and mountains.

Suddenly falling, suddenly floating, never swallowed up, submerged.

Suddenly, there was a voice.

The rustling sound, like a drizzle of rain falling from the night to kiss the ground.

What was that?

"Lord, save my ......"

Countless people shouted in a sea of blood.

The content is much the same, permeated with despair and sorrow.

There is a pleading, a desire for salvation.

A long time ago, when he was in Aqua Blue, he had witnessed the death of some people, and among those people, there were some devout believers, when the believers were facing death and immersed in boundless pain, they would pray to the Lord they believed in, hoping for salvation, even if there was no miracle to come, there was no way to escape death, and when death really came, it would become peaceful.

This cry is just that, it is prayer.

Countless people are praying, permeating the sea of blood, omnipresent.

Ryan held on to his heart.

Last night, he was pulled into this sea of blood, at that time, the golden book was not activated, and he was not able to keep his mind, his consciousness was pulled by a certain voice asking for advice, and he was pulled by the other party, and he had that experience.

Face death.

Thanks to the activation of the golden book at the critical moment, the consciousness that enveloped him was withdrawn from the woman's body and returned to itself.

If you can't get out of it, the consequences are unimaginable.

It happened so quickly that he was caught off guard.

Everything is in a trance.

This time, it's different from last night.

Because the Golden Book has energy, in this way, he will be able to control his consciousness, and he will not be able to help himself like last night.

He has a choice.

Among the many voices, one voice grew louder and clearer.

In the end, only the voice remained.

"Lord, please, save me......"

The desire to be saved was so strong, so eager, that Ryan could relate to it.

With a movement in his mind, a ray of golden light shot out from the golden book, piercing through the sea of blood and falling into a certain point in it.

Then, Ryan was exposed to a consciousness.

There was a sense of grief and pain, and that consciousness gradually became distracted, and there was not much self, only the voice of crying out for the Lord for help came and went, as if it were looping on a tape recorder.

This is a battery-powered audio recorder, though.

The battery was probably running low, and the cry for help became fragmented.

If no one answers his pleas for help, in the end, this consciousness will be swallowed up by darkness and turned into nothingness.

In the golden light, the title page of the golden book slowly opened.

It seemed to respond to the cry for help.

There was a certain longing, like in the cemetery during the day, when Ryan saw the scriptures in the priest's arms, but not as eager as he was then, and Ryan was still able to control this longing.

His self-will is strong enough.

He could have refused.

How?

The unknown is the great enemy of humanity, the source of fear.

Eventually, Ryan had a choice.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger.

The French Empire did not have this saying, but it also had a similar proverb.

He knows too little about the golden finger of the golden book, how to use it, and he doesn't count it in his heart, the world is so dangerous, he still has an unknowable and powerful enemy, and he must become strong as soon as possible.

Since, if the Golden Book wants to respond to this cry for help, it must be beneficial to it, so it is okay to take some risks.

Eventually, Ryan let go of his grip on the Golden Book and turned into a ray of golden light, piercing through the sea of blood and flying towards the cry for help.

In a trance, the world changed.

Cold!

It's like being in an ice cellar that won't melt for thousands of years, and it's freezing cold.

The sound of the heartbeat is inaudible, and it is about to stop.

That's how Ryan feels.

He was now seated in a carved wooden chair, and in front of him was a large walnut desk with some papers on it, and in the upper left of the desk was an oil lamp, which was dimmed in the glass shade.

Unlike last night, this time, Ryan's consciousness was not completely trapped.

Maybe it's because the consciousness of the original owner of this body is about to collapse, and it is different from the woman last night.

At that time, even if the woman was in extreme fear, even if she kept praying for help, her self-will was still there, and she was still instinctively controlling her body.

Therefore, at that time, Ryan's consciousness was trapped in the woman's body as if he was tied up by five flowers, unable to move.

Of course, it is also possible that the Golden Book lacks energy and is only enough to escape.

It's not like now, because of the encounter in the daytime, I absorbed some energy, and now, I can use it here.

The golden light shone slightly, filling the eyes.

Ryan was also able to move his eyes, with some difficulty, but he was able to move.

It was a nice room, all walnut furniture, with a large number of books on one side of the bookshelf, and on the other side of the wall, a fine wall clock with ornate carved patterns.

This wall clock is worth one gold louis, which is more than 10,000 yuan when converted into RMB.

It seems that this should be the study of a rich family.

There was a mirror in the upper right corner of the desk, and Ryan's gaze fell on it.

In the mirror, there is a wrinkled face, extremely pale, gray hair sparse on both sides, bald in the middle, typical Mediterranean hairstyle.

It's an old man.

Twisting his head slightly, as if he was rusty, a very simple action is very difficult to complete, although he can control this body, it is like pushing a board truck full of heavy objects uphill, which is not an easy task.

The eye fell on the red pine floor, where there was a pill bottle, and on the floor, white pills were scattered all over the floor.

Some images flashed in my mind.

The old man had a heart attack and went to get the medicine bottle on the table, but his hand trembled, he didn't hold it, the medicine bottle fell, and the pills were scattered all over the ground, at this time, he didn't have the strength to bend over, there was no way to pick up the pills, and he couldn't even make a cry for help.

The old man could only sit down in his chair, waiting for death to come.

If I am unwilling, I hope that God will save me.

Ryan heard his prayer.

Consciousness descends.