Through the frantic whining and roaring, to the gray mist.

The majestic palace, the ancient, mottled bronze tables, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs all stood silently above the gray mist.

Crane sat on a long bronze table, with a yellow-brown parchment and a black round-bellied fountain pen and a golden oil lamp.

He grabbed the pen and wrote down the divination sentence:

"The source of this oil lamp in my hand."

He held an oil lamp in one hand and parchment in the other, silently recited divination sentences, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

In a distorted and chaotic world, concepts and rules seem to be materialized, madness, chaos, distortion, and division fill the space, a golden oil lamp is suspended in this heaven and earth, a cloud of pale white and pitch black messy intertwined mist is constantly twisting and changing, radiating into various forms that cannot be looked at directly, it roars wildly, torn by the irresistible invisible force, and gradually approaches the oil lamp.

The image was just a flash, and Crane hadn't even had time to see the contents, a huge, furious, mixed with crazy whining, desperate screams, and infinite information torrents, across the distance of time and space, the boundary between real and unreal, came straight to Crane.

The pain hit, and Crane didn't even have time to scream, only to feel that his body quickly deformed into a twisted monster, and his head seemed to be blown up all at once.

Then he fell directly from the gray mist, and the spirit returned to his body, fainting on the floor of the living room that had not been completely cleaned, and his spirit was completely depleted and on the verge of losing control.

Wang Zichuan suddenly drilled out of the main body of the magic lamp on the coffee table in the living room, and looked at Klein lying on the ground and couldn't help but sigh and praise.

"A true warrior dares to face the old days!"

If I hadn't been able to isolate myself as soon as I felt the connection, I wouldn't have finished the book directly.

Divination high-level existence will gain knowledge in reverse, and knowledge about the old days, outer gods, etc., is not something that Klein can know at this stage.

Crane on the ground was still unconscious, his brow furrowed, his body trembling involuntarily, and he was visibly in extreme pain.

However, Wang Zichuan checked Klein's situation and thought that he was not a big problem, and he would wake up after a while, when his spirit recovered a little.

As the night deepened, the crimson moonlight sprinkled through the windows on the floor of the living room, refracting to the entire space, casting all the furniture in a faint crimson.

In the quiet of the night, Klein woke up, and for a moment, he thought he was back to the night he had just crossed over, the same crimson, the same headache.

But he soon came to his senses, remembering that he had been depleted of his spiritual depletion because of divination of a strange and extraordinary item.

He looked up at the coffee table for a while, and the strange oil lamp was still in its original place, but this time Crane looked at it with extremely complicated eyes, and even some fear, as if he was looking at some unknowable flood beast.

It has such a high person!

A level comparable to the eternal sun!

It should have a close connection with evil spirits.

Alas, what to do? Such a dangerous thing, if only I could ask Mr. Azik.

Crane reached out and touched the cold copper whistle, as if he could draw courage and strength from this copper whistle, and he felt a little solace in his heart.

But I have no way to explain to him my resurrection from the dead, and above all, Ince Zangwill, in which I do not want to involve Mr. Azik.

Looking at the dangerous oil lamp on the coffee table again, the thought of throwing it away surged wildly, and was pressed down again.

If you are still in the church of the goddess, or a night watchman, I ......

Crane smiled, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, ready to take time to rest before dawn, regain his spirit, and stay in shape.

Since there is no way, let's take it one step at a time.

It's just that there may be no quilt to cover tonight, the weather is so cold at night, and there is no fire in the fireplace, so you won't catch a cold if you sleep like this.

Walking up to the second floor and picking one of the four bedrooms at random, Klein pushed the door open and walked in.

He was physically and mentally exhausted, and was ready to sleep directly with his clothes.

Suddenly, he noticed that the bed had been simply made, with clean sheets, pillows with pillowcases, and a thick quilt.

This...... Mrs. Summer's maid has been here?

She didn't see me lying unconscious in the living room?

She must not have seen it, or she would have screamed and run out to call the police, and I might have woken up from a hospital bed or been being watched by a couple of police officers.

Is it the illusion created by that oil lamp? Why would it create hallucinations to cover up my anomaly? Is someone remotely controlling it? Or...... Does it have the property of being alive?

This is too subversive of my occult knowledge! Am I not knowledgeable enough?

I doubt that the oil lamp can think like a human being, it can't be wise, right?

……

Mornings in Beckland were noisy and Klein got up much later than usual so missed breakfast.

He had already figured out a career that would suit his life in Beckland, a private detective, and was ready to advertise in the newspapers.

After a busy morning, a hungry Klein hurried home after a very full lunch, waiting for today's meeting.

He entered the gray mist some time earlier, and found that the magnificent palace was in ruins, the bronze tables were full of palace wreckage, and the high-backed chairs were scattered to the ground, many of which were crushed with broken stone pillars.

Given the idea of restoration, the palace was restored in an instant, and Crane sat on the mottled bronze table, unexpectedly in a daze.

Sighing at a completely changed life, he summed up his previous mistakes.

You can't use everything for divination anymore, spiritual intuition is not omnipotent, and it is not that what does not feel dangerous must not be dangerous.

If I just divined the use and harm of the oil lamp, instead of rashly divining the source directly, it should not cause such a big reaction, and I almost died, and if I died after losing control, I don't know if I can be resurrected, I am afraid that I will be a crazy person if I am resurrected.

It always feels like this is an unstable factor that will explode at any time, and it is better to figure out the situation of this oil lamp as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Klein embodied parchment and pen again, and wrote a new divination statement:

"How to use this oil lamp in my hand and its negative effects."

Looking at the words on the parchment, Klein laughed self-deprecatingly.

I'm really on the verge of danger.

The oil lamp reappeared, and Crane closed his eyes.

The gray fog fills the air, and the picture is never formed.

Crane opened his eyes and looked at the oil lamp in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Immediately, he smiled wryly and let the oil lamp in his hand dissipate.

He first clicked on the crimson star corresponding to the little sun, sent him a reminder to prepare for the party, and then waited for a while, he extended his spirituality and communicated with the three familiar stars.