No one spoke for a few seconds after Russell's voice fell.

This adaptation of "Chang'e to the Moon" does not seem to have been handed down by Russell, at least not in the surviving collection of Russell's fairy tales, which makes it take some time for Fana and Antigonus to relive it for the first time.

And Douglas has already begun to think about the possible metaphors.

The first thing that caught his attention was Russell's explicit use of the word "potion" that pointed to the extraordinary. Considering that it was designed to tell a bedtime story to children, does this mean that Russell used to tell children about the existence of an extraordinary world in a similarly obscure way?

But then, Douglas recalled the situation of the three children mentioned by Russell in his diary:

[On February 9, I had my third child, whom I named Bonova. 】

[My eldest daughter, Bernadette, was fortunate that her mother and I were both low-order extraordinaries at the time, and she was free to choose the path she wanted to take. 】

My eldest son, Charles, was unfortunate in that he inherited only a few extraordinary traits and had to repeat my path. 】

[My second son, Benova, is between Bernadette and Shire, and I gave him the equivalent of a Sequence Five......]

When Douglas, who was still in sequence nine at the time, saw this diary, he suspected that those who copied the text according to the gourd drawing the scoop had written the wrong Chinese characters.

Sequence Five, which has the opportunity to cross the demigod line, is enough to serve as a diocesan bishop in any Orthodox Church, and it is a real high-level of power. Even Father Schultz of the Harvest Church is only Sequence 6.

How can anyone still be born with a Sequence Five?

Even if the second generation of officials and the rich second generation are counted, how can there be an extraordinary second generation?

Why didn't I reincarnate in the Extraordinary Second Generation?

……

All in all, the diary made such a deep impression on Douglas that he can quickly recall its contents now, more than half a year later.

It also proves that two of Russell's children are born extraordinary, and it will only be sooner rather than later to contact the extraordinary world, and there is no need for roundabout hints.

While Douglas was silently pondering, Vanna, who was also full of questions about the story, looked at the small figure in the picture book, raised her head to look at Russell, and asked innocently, "Dad, why are there ten suns in the sky?" The priest had done something that was good for everyone, so how could people be angry with him? ”

Vanna, who had lived in Intis, was more concerned about the Church of the Eternal Sun, which had been alluded to, and thought that this story might be related to the fact that Russell was finally backstabbed by the Church of the Eternal Sun and the aristocratic forces of the previous dynasty.

"Why are there ten suns in the sky? Because the sun is there, of course. ”

Russell turned his head sideways to look at Vana with a soft gaze, raised his hand to comb the sideburns that were scattered around her ear—the latter did not hide or look strange—and answered Vanna's first question meaninglessly, pausing for a moment before continuing: "The people expelled the priests because they could only trust the gods and dare not imagine the world after the sun disappeared. ”

Hey, is this answer implying that we traveled through the world where there were no gods before?

Indeed, from the perspective of a traverser, especially a traverser of the Great Foodie Empire, it is really awkward to have a god of faith around everyone......

On the other hand, for the aborigines, "faithlessness" is unthinkable.

Russell himself is known as the "Son of Steam", and the religious atmosphere around him must be very strong, could it be that Huang Tao doesn't want his children to be too religious, but he can't say it explicitly, so he has to make up a story with the church as the villain to subtly?

Not sure, ask again. Douglas looked at the pages of the picture book that stayed under the starry sky, and asked as he sorted out his thoughts, "But how did my wife know about the 'potions'?" ”

"yes, why do you know......

Fingers unconsciously rubbed over the page, and Russell's eyes narrowed slightly, as if reminiscing.

"Isn't that the story, uh...... Isn't that what you wrote," Douglas asked, insisting on using his pronoun after an effort to admit his father out of thin air, "you should know everything in the story." ”

Hearing his words, Russell's expression suddenly became a little weird, and he shook his head lightly and said, "No, I'm not a 'writer', and I can't change the flow of the story...... Like the ending of this story, what do you think of it? ”

Indeed, you don't produce stories, you're just a porter of stories!

Douglas quickly pondered how to answer, and finally deliberately contradicted: "I think the ending of the story is too hasty, and I can't tell who the protagonist is." ”

According to the general logic, the priest's journey through mountains and rivers in search of potions is the highlight of the story, which can render the protagonist's bravery or wit in the face of danger, and it is obviously more interesting.

But this magic version of the story of the moon is almost entirely narrative, and only when the wife drinks the potion at the end does there be an obvious psychological description, so according to the detailed degree of character creation, the wife is the protagonist, but she does not participate much in the narrative of the first half.

"Hehe, because it's a real story." Faced with his question, Russell answered almost without hesitation, "No one is the real protagonist, even if everyone thinks they are. The sun felt that he was born to shine so brightly, the priest believed that the power of the individual could change the world, and the wife firmly believed that the only way to go was to escape...... As for the distant goddess, she is just a poor person who carries precious things but cannot enjoy them for herself. ”

"The real story," Douglas raised his eyebrows and guessed casually, "Did the wife end up flying to the moon?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the red full moon depicted in the picture book in Russell's hand suddenly beat like a heart.

Vanna, who was closest to her, saw it most clearly, unequivocally making a flaming leaping paper man stand-in, and retreated to the other end of the room in the blink of an eye.

Douglas, on the other hand, watched in amazement as the light of the full moon "overflowed" from the pages of a book like a rising tide, splashing on Russell's body, on the sumptuous four-poster bed, on the walnut floor......

The extremely harsh color made him instantly recall some bad memories, and almost instinctively "traveled" away from the place.

And Russell, who was in the center of the wave, had already let go of his hands holding the book, and the elaborate picture book was suddenly flooded with blood red, and the sacrificial robe and cloak behind him were also blood-red rising and surging out of thin air, giving people a feeling of full vitality inexplicably.

At the same time, the room shook violently, as if a giant was lifting the room above her head and shaking it vigorously, and even Vanna, who had ample control over her body, almost fell, and could only use her ability to keep flashing and moving on the platform where she could still land.

Douglas launched "travel" again and again, correcting his perspective on a small scale.

He saw the heavy curtain fall to the ground and fly to the side as the room rotated upside down; Seeing the crystal chandelier fall apart, shiny fragments scattered and splashed, and a sharp ice rain fell; Even the room itself was violently disintegrating, and the six walls, including the floor and ceiling, slowly fell in a bizarre direction.

What's even more peculiar is that the seemingly highly liquid red wave has always rolled around Russell and has not spread around. If you look closely, you will find that every time the wave wants to rush on several people, an inexplicable force silently "distorts" its direction, making it like a model of a pirate ship imprisoned in a glass bottle, repeatedly jolting, but unable to break through the transparent barrier.

"Alas...... How can your mouth be faster than mine? Young people nowadays are really iron-headed. ”

Some hoarse and staccato male voices sounded, and Russell, who was wrapped in a sea of blood, seemed to raise his head with great difficulty, searched left and right, and finally set his eyes on Douglas.

It was extremely energy-consuming to cast consciousness into the remnants of the historical projection here from the depths of the distant tomb, but Russell still insisted on maintaining his majestic image as the emperor, and with the spirit that his head could be broken and his blood could be shed, and his shape could not be messed up, he raised his hand one by one and stroked the two mustaches on his lower lip, and put on a critical and educational tone: "Didn't anyone tell you 'Be careful of the moon'?" Be cautious in your words and deeds in the face of extraordinary events, and say a few words, otherwise you will lose a lot if you never have the opportunity to speak again in this life. ”

He was still waiting for the one named Antigonus to send a signal that he was ready to expel the pollution, but he didn't expect the small sequence eight next to him to trigger the keyword in a few words.

Fortunately, the pollution here was already overflowing from Russell, and he would have noticed the slightest riot and arrived in time, otherwise the two except Antigonus would have been swallowed up by the red tide in an instant.

Douglas: "......? ”

Is it an illusion, it feels like this Russell's personality has changed.

But when it comes to "watch out for the moon", uh, did Amon bring it up...... He looked away with a slight sense of weakness and symbolically reflected.

"No," Douglas turned his head back and stared at Russell suspiciously, "You were much more reckless than I was when you were younger, who drove the ship directly into the abyss!" ”

Capturing the key word "abyss", the intensity of the continuous rush of the red wave seems to have strengthened a little. Russell immediately realized the problem, and no longer tried to pretend, but looked at Antigonus himself who had just emerged from the fog of history, and said: "It's still affected, hurry up, help me strengthen the seal." ”

In the end, it is the pollution above the sequence, even if there is no substantial contact, even if the source of the pollution is far away in the tomb in the depths of the misty sea, just being in a room with the projection of pollution in the material world can make the extraordinary people of the lower sequence be imperceptibly affected.

But at the moment, the spilled pollution is still under control, relatively "simple", and does not contain any unhearable knowledge, which means that as long as it is removed from the environment, it can be removed after a few purifications or psychological treatments.

Now that I think about it, if it weren't for the protection of the Black Throne, it would not have been impossible for me to die in the abyss...... Russell saw Antigonus nodding coldly, and also drove the mutilated authority to cooperate.

Antigonus, on the other hand, was very skilled in all the soothsayers' high sequences - pulling historical projections as foreign aid.

Only this time he didn't try to wake Crane up. The demon wolf, who had been sleeping for a long time because of the "uniqueness", understood that the state of the new "fool" at this time largely depended on the control of the dream realm, and his spiritual intuition also told him that waking up the other party multiple times in a short period of time could lead to some bad consequences.

Fortunately, the most threatening drop of blood had already been processed, and what he had to do was not to purify the contamination, but to drive them back to Russell, which was not very difficult.

Antigonus first "pulled" his former Sequence One self out, cast his consciousness on it, and within fifteen minutes had the power of the past.

Through this, he "dragged" out the old-fashioned vampire-like Bethel with black hair and sparkling starlight. Abraham.

How can there be such a thing as a seal, how can there be no Mr. "Gate"?

It's just Bethel who was dragged out by him. Abraham's state is not perfect, and he only holds two copies of the Sequence One trait.

Because historical projection cannot act on "uniqueness", and when Antigonus first met Bethel, the two had not yet opened up the gap that was as obvious as it was later.

In the end, Antigonus had the mentality of trying it out, wanting to drag Amon out of the cracks of history.

But on the other side, there was a clear "refusal", and it was clear that Amon was watching the place in some way, but did not want to show his face. So Antigonus retreated and pulled out a short, middle-aged man with a sven expression and slightly curly gray hair.

This was the former patriarch of the Jacob family, also Sequence One, who was eaten as a biscuit by Amon and stuffed into the Tudor Empire shortly after the fall of Solomon's Empire.

Relying on the configuration of such a bulk "master of mystery", coupled with Russell's own "distortion" and "amplification" as assistance, the powers of "grafting", "fraud" and "positioning" flew together, suppressing the blood-red wave back to the poorly depicted miniature red moon on the picture book in a few seconds, allowing it to slowly fall back on Russell.

A faint red glow appeared in Russell's blue eyes, and his expression became hideous with shock and pain.

Fortunately, he has been experiencing this kind of pain for too long and has a wealth of experience in coping. On the top of Russell's head was an illusory heavy crown symbolizing the authority of the "Black Emperor", and then this crown turned into a dark and illusory mist that slowly flowed down his sideburns and jaw, and finally solidified on the outside of Russell's body into a set of armor full of majesty, firmly locking the pollution inside.

The force that shook the room also quietly faded, and Russell looked around the messy room with a little nostalgia, and whispered to himself: "Zarathu, this fool, forget about the resurrection, why do you reproduce the room so real...... Do you soothsayers all have a hobby of making figures? ”

He said the second half of the sentence to Antigonus, but the demon wolf didn't understand what a "figurine" was, and instinctively didn't want to have more contact with the source of pollution, so he didn't answer.

Russell, who was left out in the cold, sighed helplessly, only feeling that life was as lonely as snow.

When will Xiao Zhou wake up, I can't wait! Come back like lightning!

"Okay," feeling the firmness of the seal, Russell waved his hand casually at the two low sequences who had not yet recovered from the commotion just now, "There is no danger in the remaining room, as long as you keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend, don't stop!" ”

After that, he was about to gradually gather his consciousness and return to the tomb to continue lying on the corpse, when he suddenly heard the sequence eight openings that triggered the pollution twice just now, the words were round, and his voice shouted his name in a language that did not exist in this era: "Huang Tao!" ”