"Squeak......

Faust was terrified, but powerless to dodge, and as the mayor opened the door, something seemed to leak out of it, firmly sucking Faust in.

But from the perspective of the Spirit Servant, Faust just stood in front of the door, without moving, and if it weren't for the dilated pupils and slightly trembling hands, there would hardly be anything unusual.

Faust almost stopped breathing, and he saw a surge of darkness through the crack in the door. The darkness rolled, and suddenly he opened a dense group of large and small eyes, which were of different colors and shapes, but all of them were densely bloodshot, and they all stared at Faust.

As the crack in the door grew larger, the scene in the door became more and more grotesque—large mouths grew between the eyes, tentacles spat out of the mouths, and the savings were covered with eyeballs and mouths, and all kinds of arthropods, and even objects that could not be named, writhing wildly.

The loud mouths squirming and making noises, the sounds blasphemous and frenzied, which make people think of madness and depravity at the first hearing, these noisy magic sounds are extremely trivial, but a thousand words converge into one sentence: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn......"

Faust almost resigned himself to his fate, thinking that he was going to be destroyed in this absurd event—to be killed by this strange thing that had no reason and no head and no tail.

Just as the door was almost completely opened, and the mad prayer was deafening, Faustian music heard a "tick". The voice and the prayer were out of place, but they were harmoniously blended.

The madness of the voice stopped abruptly, but then it reappeared in an even more frantic manner, and the object in the door had even protruded some limbs, and a tentacle had climbed to Faust's face.

"It's not time to ...... yet," Faust heard in a dim whisper. The person who spoke seemed to be holding back his stomach full of bad water, and forced a smile, but his voice was lighter than anyone else's, and if he had a feather on his lips, he would probably not be blown even the tiniest fluff.

With these soft words, everything in front of Faust's eyes vanished, as if it were nothing more than an illusion. The door was still an old wooden door, and behind it was the mayor's smiling face, and beyond that, he could see the crystal servant Fosse, whose huge body was already shining, and he was clearly ready to kill the old man and prevent him from opening the door.

Faust's mind was muddy, as if a cold tentacle was stirring in it, and he forgot about the past in a daze, thinking that he had gone by accident.

Mayor Town's face was full of smiles, "Mr. Faustus, you've been waiting for a long time. "Once human dignity is destroyed, it will continue to usher in a new bottom line, until there is no bottom line to speak of - no matter how serious it once was, how lofty its ideals are, and how fiery its feelings are, once it is servile and servile, it will be the same.

"Mr. Mayor, you are so gracious. Faust shook his head and pulled himself together again, "I also have to be rude to you because of my last resort, you see, I think we should understand each other, right?"

The mayor scolded in his heart, it has always been you bastard who bullied me unilaterally, why do we have to understand each other? What do I need your understanding for? But the form is stronger than the person, the mayor had to continue to nod his head, "That's really good, we mountain people have an old saying, called 'solve a misunderstanding, bond a friendship', and we are now friends who talk about everything." ”

The old mayor specially bites the accent on 'nothing to talk about', implying that Faust himself will never dare to hide anything from him, and he knows everything and says everything.

Faust felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to ease the discomfort a little, "In that case, I won't say any more polite words. The tingling on his face showed no sign of abating, which made Faust's patience wane slightly.

"Of course, that's of course. Mayor Marula nodded repeatedly, not daring to show the slightest dissent.

"So, I'll cast a spell to find out the secrets you're hiding in your heart, so please don't put too much resistance, okay?" Faust didn't use obscure words like "show power", he wasn't very comfortable, and it wasn't like doing some more work to explain the nouns, so he simply made mistakes and pretended to be a wizard.

"This ...... Of course there is no problem. The old mayor gritted his teeth, since there was no room for resistance now, then simply follow this Mr. Faustus, anyway, just looking through some memories, it didn't hurt at all.

Faust did not answer when he received the mayor's approval, but just ran his hand over the mayor's face and stared into his old dim eyes. If it were other moments, Faust might have been a little more gentle, or even with some guiding hints through words. But now it was different, Faust felt the emotion for the first time in a long time, a mixture of irritability, fear, and confusion.

Faust didn't know why he felt this way, and he guessed that it was his psychic power that was abnormal, which was not uncommon in the world of psychic warlocks.

The mayor's body trembled, and he felt something cold enter his body with his eyes, was that Faust's gaze?

The mayor endured Faust's three compelling glances, and thought wildly...... Wait, Sandao?, Mayor Mare's sudden awakening saw a crack in Faust's left cheek, and an eyeball inside slowly turned—it was a dim yellow eyeball, with only a thin black line in the center, which seemed to be considered a pupil.

Seeing this eye, the mayor of the town was frightened. He tried to struggle, but immediately his hands and feet went numb, his brain was groggy, and he finally fell into a stupor.

Faust's eyes closed with the mayor, but the dim beast's eyes were wide open, and its slender pupils spread out, now like an olive core. The eyes stared at the mayor's face without blinking, as if to discern the flowers from it.

On the other side, the crystal servant Fosse was crouched on the table—he had grown human-like hands and feet—and was not surprised by Faust's third eye, but whispered something and occasionally snickered.

In his vision, Faust's psionic energy slowly flowed into his eyes, as if mixed with something, quietly deteriorated, and then erupted from his pupils, from the door of his head into the mayor's mind.

After a long time, the eye closed suddenly, without warning, and Faust's own eyes opened at the same time, and silver tears flowed from his eyes.

"......I see," Faust muttered to himself, and sure enough, he found the truth in the mayor's memory.

He grinned, "This really seems like a demon can do something, and it deserves to be Professor Pacion." As if there was some curse on Pacian's name, Faust felt that the feeling on his face could no longer be bearable.

Faust had always felt that his cheeks were itchy, but at this moment he couldn't bear it anymore, he scratched his cheeks, but a hand of half-dried mucus sticked, "When did you rub it? ”

Faust didn't care—his face became insensitous when he rubbed it off, so he just wiped the dirt off and continued to think about what he had just seen.