() What can anyone else do about a mother who is on the verge of losing her mind because she has lost her only son? The best thing to do is probably to stay away, let the emotion calm down a little, and then intervene in persuasion; Or find a way to save it after that mood breaks down even more. In short, it is generally not the best choice to participate in it as soon as possible.

So what can anyone else do with a mother who is on the verge of losing her mind because she has lost her only son, and who has great power? If she wants to be crazy, go crazy with her, or what else can she do? If you don't want that anger to burn on you.

Holta? O'Bri was a smart man and knew how to protect himself. In this case, he simply led the people to the ritual room for prophecy, which could also be used to perform magic to recall what had happened.

To trace the past, it is very important to have an introduction, or a clue. The more accurately you can describe people and places, the easier it will be to find that particular time segment.

Taking this incident as an example, You Jia's mother-in-law wants to know the murderer of her son, and it is relatively easy to trace the clues. A drop of blood relatives' blood, the things seen in the moment before death, with such clues and requirements, you can find the part you want to see from the long river of past memories, and then reproduce it.

Most importantly, there is more to this ritual than just 'images'. The participants who perform the ritual can even interfere with the 'past' to a certain extent from the perspective of a third person. This is also the biggest reason why Granny Yujia's curse can have an effect on a specific person who appears through the ritual.

Of course, there will be a corresponding price to the extent of interference. It's not impossible to save people, or to take gone items from the past, but the cost will be unimaginable for the caster. If the ritual fails, all the sacrifices used to perform the ritual will be wiped out, and it is not impossible for the magic to backfire and the caster to die.

This set of rituals, created by St. Wells, the law of time, has no specific name. It is precisely because this magical ritual can do many things that common sense cannot explain, and the power is so great that it is enough to change one's life against the sky, so the most inked on the knowledge related to this set of rituals is actually how to prepare a 'sacrifice' or 'substitute'.

As long as there are enough sacrifices or stand-ins to pay the price of the ritual for the caster, the ritual can be said to be super magic without side effects or sequelae.

But whether the sacrifice is enough, whether the stand-in is strong enough to ward off the disaster, these are not matters that the person who holds the ceremony says. As long as the price is insufficient, it will begin to drain the life force of all those involved in the ritual, until there is nothing left to fill the river of time as a price, and the ritual fails.

It is precisely because of such terrible properties that many magicians who perform this ritual end up being consumed by their own greed and losing their precious lives.

Holta? It is precisely because he is very aware of the taboos in this ritual that he is able to live a nourishing life to this day.

It is not the first time that You Jia's mother-in-law has done it. So after entering the ritual room, he instructed his students to put enough sacrifices and prepare for the ceremony. Of course, there was one thing that he had to pick up himself.

Holding a small silver disc, he walked up to the angry mother, and Horta said, "Granny Yujia, I need a drop of blood from my blood relatives. ”

The old woman said in a hoarse, heavy voice, "I know this ritual. So when the ritual starts, I'll drop the blood myself to the right place, and you won't have to worry about the rest. ”

This is a person who is good at cursing, and he is cautious about his own blood. Holta? O'Briley shrugged noncommittally and withdrew his hand from the silver plate. Just as the old woman said, she herself was very familiar with this ritual, and the blood was not in place, causing the ritual to fail, and the responsibility would not be on him.

In the midst of the crowd's waiting, Holta? O'Briy changed into the ceremonial robes. The beautiful name is for a sense of solemnity, as well as to make one's spell cast smoothly, after all, the magic of the land is idealistic, and whether the mood is good or bad will have an impact on the result of the spell.

But what others don't know is that there's a secret hidden here. The robe is woven from human hair, and those who contribute it, both ordinary and magicians, have their souls imprisoned in the robe, as the last life-saving substitute for themselves when the ritual goes wrong.

Although this was assumed, since the bloody commission was completed, this magician, who was not as gentle as it seemed, had not had a chance to test whether the robe could function properly. After all, it's better never to have that happen.

Double-check that everything needed for the ceremony is in place and in sufficient quantities, Holtah? O'Bri dismissed the other unrelated people and told them to leave the ritual room. At the same time, Granny You Jia was also in the right place, dripping blood from her fingertips.

Burning incense, chanting of incantations. The ceremonial room was enveloped by a wonderful atmosphere. The fog thickened, and the interior was no longer as it had been seen before, but was replaced by many fleeting scenes, and those images became clearer and clearer.

Eventually, the picture comes to a sky. As far as the eye can see, there are mist and white clouds, constantly flying upward. Or rather, the observed target keeps falling.

Seeing that the scene was fixed and there was no major change, the old woman, who was a great magician, was now just an anxious mother, looking around. Soon, she saw her child. The familiar figure, the familiar appearance, if you want to say the difference, is that you are missing an arm. But obviously, people should still be alive.

Looking at the vivid image, she couldn't help but shout, "McDonnell Douglas, is that you?" My baby child. ”

"Mother, Mother, is it your voice? Help me, I don't know where I am. Hurry up and save me. ”

"Don't be afraid, child, I will find you, I will definitely find you."

Looking at the drama of the deep love between mother and son in front of her, Horta wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on each other. Memories of the past found on the condition of 'the last scene before death' show that a person is still alive only because he was still alive at that time. This will be followed by a brutal death picture, which is not maddening.

And talking to people in the past without permission wasted some opportunities. These opportunities are all exchanged for sacrifices, but fortunately, I always prepare a lot, anyway, this is a big customer, and I can always be reimbursed. However, for the speed of consumption, there was still something wrong with Horta who had already performed many rituals.

The fall from the sky is not endless, and below is a green and lush grassland, with no other vegetation but a raised hillock, forming a throne-like terrain. There is also a person reclining on it, stepping on a chair, resting his hands on his knees, and opening a book with one hand, leisurely. The messy brown hair fluttered in the wind, as if there was a glitter of brilliance, and it was blown away by the wind.

Although he hadn't seen the other party's appearance clearly, just looking at it from a distance, Horta felt a bit of indescribable familiarity...... and a sense of weirdness.

Next to her, Granny Youjia was shouting and asking her son to perform flying or featherfall. It is said that this kind of magic that should be performed when falling from a high altitude still needs to be reminded by others, and Horta really feels that the death of that guy really makes the world a little less troublesome.

And as McDonnell Douglas falls, Horta realizes where the strange feeling that has been haunting her heart comes from. The ground was in a very comfortable position, and the one who read the book was too big. McDonnell, that is, the immature son of You Jia's mother-in-law, is the size of a finger in anyone's body?

There are giants in the land, but they don't disparity in size to this extent. Unless the other party is an ancient giant, in the limited literature, how exaggerated is the description of the size of the ancient giant.

Before he could figure out the origin of the giant, he saw that his book was closed, and with a snap, the mother-in-law next to him let out a heart-rending cry, and Horta was also dumbfounded. Before today, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for a living human being to be beaten to death like a worm. But it just happened.

Suddenly, a possibility flashed through his mind. But Holta? Before he could capture that little bit of inspiration and figure out something vague, Granny Yujia had already made a move.

Sprinkle the secret tune of corpse powder into the sky, chanting incantations in the language of the undead that do not belong to this world. The souls that were used as materials were also released, and in order to gain freedom and to pass on their own pain, they used all kinds of vicious language to curse the targets marked by the magicians who cast the spells.

Normally, curses inflicted through rituals are not detected by the target. But as soon as Granny Yujia made a move, in this past memory, the cursed person seemed to notice something, and looked away, and he even made eye contact with Holta who performed the ritual. This is something that has never happened before!

When the alarm flashed through her mind and Horta wanted to interrupt the ceremony, it was too late. The giant grabbed the void, and then made a throwing motion, and the mother-in-law next to her seemed to have been hit hard by an unknown force, floating into the air, and landing heavily on the ground.

Falling to the ground, her chest hollowed out and her expression hideous, her eyes staring at the magician performing the ritual made her scalp tingle. It's too dead to be dead anymore.

Roughly sweeping away the position of all the sacrificial vessels, and even destroying the arranged magic array without hesitation, wasn't it just because of the death of that old woman that shocked Horta? O'Bril, but he also remembered who that man was.

That one was not a giant, but the Lord of Perception, Monet. The deity who rules the eight powers, 'perception'. And what you see in the picture is actually the kingdom of God of the Lord of Perception, and the huge difference in size is because human beings are so small in front of the gods.

But all this is also too late.

Moments before the end of the ceremony, Holta? O'Bril's eyes exploded. Although he saved his life, he also realized that his 'perception' in the eight powers had been completely cut off. This means that his progress in magic will always stop at this moment in front of him. Unless he can find a way to please the deity, there is a possibility of regaining his ability to 'perceive'.