Counterclockwise, square, four steps.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun. Fusheng Xuanhuang God. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. ”

Familiar whispers, then familiar mist, and a grand temple that is forever gray and white.

Crane sat in the position of the "Fool" and placed the "Red Priest" blasphemy card in his hand next to the "Black Emperor" and the "Tyrant".

Standing on a square wheeled chariot, Rossel Gustav with a wild smile, dressed in crimson priestly robes, holding a spear-like scepter.

I don't know why, at this moment, when I think of the ending of Russell the Great in the history of the Ming Dynasty, Crane looks at this card again, and can't help but think of the knight named Don Quixote, although there is little in common between the two.

Or for the sake of those two words, his hometown, Huang Tao constantly challenged the windmill of "unknown", and finally put his own safety on the line and became a public enemy after being polluted.

But people always have to look for answers to certain things, even when they know that the results are not satisfactory.

Should it be said that there are no tears when you don't see the coffin, or should people always have a thought when they live?

He smiled and flipped the "Red Priest" card to the back.

The effectiveness of the "Sorcerer's" abilities had been integrated into his memory along with the potion, and after a moment of silence to stabilize his spirituality and initially understand the enhancement of his abilities in all aspects, Crane stood up from the long bronze table.

He raised his hand to catch the ball of light that had fallen at his will, and stepped deeper into the gray mist.

Now as a "sophist", he has a little bit of divinity that has just germinated, and his combination with the gray mist and his control of this place have gone further.

Crane could already clearly feel the emptiness inside the orb of light.

I should have thought of it, and Arodes had reminded me several times, that Zoya only needed to hide what he could do to get his consciousness out of here through Esther, and the rest of the things didn't matter how calmly he was.

Those vague hints are just to mislead me about Him before I can do that......

Crane walked expressionlessly towards the mysterious space deep in the gray mist, and he counted the tall steps, step after step, and at the top there was already an extra staircase condensed by light, a bridge that could lead to the final end platform.

Crane leaped to his feet and stepped into the gray mist cloud at the end, revealing a brilliant door of light stained with blue and black.

He had seen such a scene, but through the eyes of Enzo, he saw the illusory door more blurred, as if looking through a layer of frosted glass, far less clear than facing it directly.

The light spheres are stacked and close together, forming the main body of the gate, and the inside of the light balls are held together by worms one after another, some transparent, some more solid, emitting a little light.

The door was closed, but Crane's heart was beating faster, and he always felt that there was something more terrible behind it, not from his spiritual warning, but purely from the summary of life experience.

When a door is closed, there should always be something behind it.

But in front of this door, there was something that caught Klein's eye.

A number of oval-shaped objects were suspended from the gates, and black filaments hung from the light doors, hanging from the almost transparent shells.

They constantly emit a soft light, illuminating the faces inside, people of all colors and all kinds of clothes, all with their eyes closed, as if immersed in a long dream that never needs to wake up.

The light cocoon swayed slightly, some people still held mobile phones in their hands, some held half-human tall plush dolls, and Crane saw those clothes he was more familiar with, as if he had returned to his familiar earth in an instant, standing on the corner of the street, watching the frozen time.

Three light cocoons were empty, their shells visibly broken, and they swayed gently as the air on the inside of the blue-black gate swayed as he looked up.

Goddess of the Night. Russell Huangtao. Klein Chow.

Klein's lips moved silently, and he silently uttered these words, and he seemed to clearly outline the trajectory in his mind, they were once hung here, just like the rest of them, and then for unknown reasons they left here and entered this world—

Crane clenched the ball of light in his hand, and the reason seemed to be knowable.

He looked at the light cocoons, always feeling that he was in shock, as if he had missed something.

What about Li Xing? She shouldn't be the same......

It didn't take Klein long to find out.

The inside of one of the light cocoons was empty, it was not broken, but it deflated like a balloon that released air, leaving only a few points of light circulating inside.

Klein looked at it for a long time, as if he didn't have to think about the meaning behind it as long as he stood here and stopped at this door.

The laurel-haired blond figure seemed to be peeking out of the window of memory, and said to him with a smile: "Crane, I don't want coffee, it's too bitter, let's tea." ”

He subconsciously took a step forward.

Then the familiar and friendly Oriental face let out a mist on the windowpane outside the memory.

Wait for the frost to dissipate, and the figure will disappear.

——

Beckland, Queens, Earl Hall's luxury villa.

This is the home of Audrey Hall, Miss "Justice".

At the moment, she was in the living room with her family, chatting with her parents and brother, flipping through the latest "Beckland Evening News", Audrey had just made two witty remarks, which made her mother laugh uncontrollably, Earl Hall also smiled and shook his head, Audrey's eldest brother Hibbert was looking through a stack of reports, carefully counting the list of those who were admitted to the unified examination for government employees.

The well-behaved golden retriever lay on the carpet at Audrey's feet, yawned, and then continued to quietly watch the warm time after dinner for the Hall family with teary eyes.

Audrey had been distracted by the passage of time, and when the appointed time was approaching, she called out to Susie and returned to her bedroom with her loyal dog.

Susie and Audrey had already had a tacit understanding, and before she even needed to say it, Susie was already lying at the door, doing the work of the guard, and wagging her tail at Audrey, who was looking back at her.

Audrey smiled and winked at Susie before she sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room, lowered her head and reverently recited the name of "The Fool".

In a few seconds, the familiar crimson light overshadowed her vision, and Audrey looked up again, and she was already above the gray mist.

Mr. "World" once again made an appointment with "Justice" for psychotherapy, and it was very urgent, and the tone of the prayer screen was sincere, but rather depressed, and he hoped that "Justice" would answer as soon as possible.

Audrey immediately planned a time to be alone at night, and under the pretext of wanting to be quiet and rest earlier, she left her personal maid outside the door.

There was already a small room on the side, a confessional room made of brown wooden planks, with doors that could be opened on the front and back sides, and a partition in the middle, hiding the possibility of the two sides facing each other.

To be honest, such a barrier to sight is not suitable for Audrey, as an "audience", she will not be able to comprehensively judge the specific state of the other party from her expression and body language.

However, this is the venue provided by Mr. "Fool", and Audrey will not give any comments.

Having experienced the first few treatments, Audrey knew that the "world" should have entered the room by this time, waiting for her to walk in as well.

Approaching the confessional room, Audrey noticed that the cottage that had been embodied seemed to have undergone some kind of subtle change, with slightly mottled traces of antiquity on it, and the relief patterns on the edges, which were much finer than before.

After the last treatment, Mr. "World" Gelman Sparrow's psychological condition has basically stabilized and improved, and he has let go of many pent-up emotions. But this contact for emergency treatment made Audrey a little surprised and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

What happened to make Mr. "World" seem so depressed?

Walking into the dark room, Audrey did the same as before, she leaned against the wooden plank behind her, sat on the ground on her knees with her legs, and after gathering her mind, she took the initiative to say hello:

"Good evening, Mr. 'World'?"

It was as if a magician had lifted a curtain from the mysterious box, and an invisible package spread out from the small dark room opposite, revealing the emotions in Audrey's spiritual perception, which was much worse than she expected.

Audrey herself had never experienced such a heavy and erratic mood—gloomy, numbness, and emptiness, as if she had lost all motivation to move on, a sense of despair clogged her throat and heart, but she could not even sigh to suffocate the person alive.

It's just that by observing the mental and physical conditions of Mr. "World" through spirituality, Audrey can almost taste a kind of bitterness, permeating the other party's depressed melancholy.

Audrey knew that she had to stabilize her mind, resist the desire to go straight to the point, and find a way to untie the knot, and that the treatment she had anticipated would also need to be changed, which was clearly no longer suitable for the current Mr. "World".

Fortunately, Audrey has a more powerful and effective method, and after the "psychiatrist" used "pacification", a hoarse response finally came from behind the wall:

"Good evening, Miss Justice."

Thanks to his extraordinary ability, Mr. "World" can still open his mouth to communicate with me, which can be regarded as a bridge of communication. It's going to be a good start, and I'm going to have to take advantage of it.

Audrey maintained a soft but light voice: "I'm curious about what you've been through lately, it seems like there's a lot going on. But let's not be in a hurry, let's have a brief chat first, like a small talk between friends.

"If you're interested in my life, I'd like to share something as well."

The voice on the other side of the wall was silent for a moment, then asked rhetorically, "Miss 'Justice', do you ...... about your future Did you expect anything? ”

Audrey notes that the word "world" is not used for "being", but for "having been".

Was it something that happened that affected his judgment in the past and shook the once firm beliefs of Mr. "World"?