Chapter 390 Research
Everything in front of Luo Fu's eyes was blurry, and he seemed to see rolling darkness.
In the darkness, there were a large number of worms twisting and wriggling.
The dark worms continued to gather and transformed into Devin's face.
At this moment, the young sculptor's face became extremely evil and cold, and his eyes were filled with morbid fanaticism.
It is a passion for life, for art, and for things beyond imagination!
"How can a foolish person understand greatness?"
A voice came from the darkness.
A look of pain appeared on Love's face.
His limbs seemed to melt, and his body began to become slender, growing worm-like segments and turning into a giant fleshy worm.
'The intensity of this darkness?'
Luo Fu murmured in his heart that he was about to lose the most important bottom line and reach the red line of losing his sanity.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the chirping of thousands of birds.
The calls of various birds gathered together and turned into a sentence:
"The Broken-Winged Bird is my name. I will eat your pain to feed my heart!"
A spell, like a sharp bird's beak, pecked through the darkness accurately.
Love's consciousness returned to reality.
He saw the twisted figure on the ground and Dewen with a ferocious face in front of him.
"Partner, this time, we must use the power of the spell."
Behind him, Fang Xian took a step forward and chanted loudly:
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other side..."
"Death follows the shadows, and no beauty will not die in withering..."
"This poem will live on and grant you immortality..."
As a high-status being, Fang Xian did not simply copy the spell.
He used the spell of 'Broken-Winged Bird' to transform a certain amount of dark spiritual power, and immediately began to inject it into the 'Immortal Poem'.
Among the three lines of the "Immortal Poem", he felt that the second line was the sharpest and the most offensive weapon.
Therefore, he put most of his bullets into the second sentence.
"Death follows the shadows, and no beauty will not die in withering..."
Along with the chanting, shadows seemed to be wriggling on the ground, quickly sweeping towards Dewen.
Dewen stopped reaching for the sculpture, and his entire body seemed to swell and disintegrate into wriggling worms: "Ah... Is this your power? It is just as magnificent and just as great!"
"No beauty will not die in decay!"
Fang Xian looked at Dewen and repeated it for the third time.
Wither!
Wither!
The bleak and cold ending echoed back and forth in the studio.
The sharp notes seemed to turn into small knives, cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from Dewen's body.
After the "flesh and blood" fell to the ground, they immediately turned into struggling flesh worms, but they died one after another and exploded one by one.
By the time the painful spirit transformed by Fang Xian was exhausted, Dewen on the opposite side had turned into a skinny , mummy-like skeleton.
The skeleton stretched out his right hand, as if wanting to touch the unfinished sculpture.
"In the name of the keeper..."
Love, who had already climbed up, held the silver pendant in his hand and the muzzle of the gun in his other hand was against Devin's forehead.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
This time there were no surprises, and blood splattered all over the wall behind Dewen.
The headless body fell down, and there was no more movement.
Luo Fu panted heavily, picked up a piece of oilcloth, covered the sculpture, and then turned to look at Fang Xian: "Luo Ka...how do you feel?"
"Well enough……"
Fang Xian covered his forehead and pretended to have a headache.
"Well, take these people sleeping on the ground out first. Remember not to let any of them go. They all need to be investigated and identified..."
Luo Fu said, and then asked nervously: "How do you feel mentally? If you are not feeling well, take medicine. Do you have the desire to write?"
“No…” Fang Xian smiled sincerely: “I seem to only react to those mysterious items of the Falling Star Cult…”
This can make him much less dangerous, so he naturally doesn't mind disguising himself.
"That's good, but I will clean up the battlefield here. The 'stuff' here is of very high quality, and it's not suitable for you to touch it right now..." Love seemed relieved.
"no problem!"
Fang Xian nodded and dragged a wealthy businessman with a big belly out of the studio.
He knows it very well.
The dark forces involved in the 'giant worm' should be very powerful.
Even just the influence on Dewen made the sculptor not only gain a certain degree of "immortality", but also mastered terrible mental power, which even the investigators who took tranquilizers could not bear.
This shows what kind of extraordinary power the statue and Kepro's manuscript possess!
This level of danger and confidentiality is far beyond the authority of a trainee investigator like Roca.
"So... if I hadn't sneaked a peek at the beginning, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to touch it again for a long time..."
"The Kepro manuscript? I think the most important thing on it is probably the 'Ode to the Worm' I wrote..."
Fang Xian, who had studied for a period of time, knew it very well.
Humans cannot comprehend that kind of evil and terror.
Therefore, no matter it is cultists, artists, or other researchers, the "greatness" they understand and feel is originally a very abstract and one-sided thing.
In addition, most of them have problems with their sanity and mental health, so it is normal for them to have hallucinations and logical confusion.
The research papers, books, manuscripts written by them... are mostly disordered, chaotic, and full of typos and errors.
Even different people may interpret the content differently, and perhaps all of them may produce some effects.
Although he had not seen the Kepro manuscript, he could guess that it must be something of this kind.
The words used above are confused, the logic is not sound, and it is mixed with various fantasies and hand-drawn draft patterns.
Ordinary people may feel dizzy at first sight, but people with high enough inspiration can get some inspiration from it.
Fang Xian himself, through 'spiritual communication', reversely analyzed with his own status, obtained the most core mysterious knowledge, and compiled it into a poetic form that humans can understand!
This is the most precious spell!
Perhaps other researchers will never be able to figure out what they are doing even if they spend their entire lives studying the Kepler manuscript!
"And even if the keeper succeeds in his research, the effect may not be as good as my spell... But the cost is also very high..."
After this battle, Fang Xian had a deeper understanding of the power of worms.
'Supernatural power requires 'sacrifice' and 'price'... 'Broken-winged Bird' requires pain, 'Immortal Poem' requires a dark spiritual force... and 'Ode to the Worm', what it needs, in addition to spiritual force, is probably life force!'
This is an inexplicable feeling, but Fang Xian is very sure.
