…
"Hint: You are tailing Lanwell. Your tailing skills are not very good. You have been..."
…
"Warning: You have been discovered by Lanwell!"
…
"Lanwell is becoming more wary of you!"
…
"Ahem... I forgot we're not in the real world."
"But these tips are too bad. It feels like I'm playing with a little butter..."
Facing Lan Weir who was full of suspicion.
Roger could only pretend nothing had happened and walked out from behind the bunker.
Then he forced a smile and greeted:
"Good evening."
"Good evening."
Lan Weier held something in his hand and took a half step back. His expression looked a little stiff:
"Are you following me?"
Roger immediately shook his head like a rattle:
"I was just taking a walk."
"I just happened to meet you."
Lan Weier seemed to be relieved, but his eyes were still filled with vigilance:
"That's indeed a bit of a coincidence."
"After all, there is nothing else in this area except historical relics."
“Except for people like me who are keen on history, few people come here.”
Finish saying this.
Both sides fell into a strange silence.
Roger frowned slightly inwardly.
Lanwell was right.
The area where they are now is the rarely visited "Temple District" of Lakeside Village.
It is said to be a temple.
In fact, only a few stone pillars and some nearly weathered stone tablets remain.
This place is basically in ruins.
The power of the spiritual world projection here also appears to be very weak.
It is difficult for psychics to gain any advantage here.
So usually no one comes here - except those who are interested in historical relics.
Lanwell seemed like the perfect fit for that.
This made his argument seem flawless.
"I was just about to ask you about your day."
Roger made small talk:
"I thought you wouldn't back out now that you've mustered up the courage."
Lan Weier forced out a smile:
"I don't have the same power as you."
"I have heard of spiritual creatures like demonic clowns. Apparently, these clowns are not the strongest enemies in the amusement park."
"I knew exactly what I was capable of, so I chose to quit."
Roger nodded.
to be honest.
At this moment, he was actually very hesitant in his heart - he was rarely a little undecided about Lanwell.
This person's life was saved by me.
The two of them don't get along badly.
The only thing that made Roger worried was the other party's name.
And he always felt that when he looked into his eyes tonight.
Lanwell's eyes...
A little weird!
It was not the ordinary weirdness, but it was as if there was another soul hiding in his body and was trying its best to avoid his sight!
The other party's every move.
It's like a puppet!
"Possessed?"
Roger guessed secretly in his heart.
But a powerful inspiration told him.
Lanwell was not possessed by anything evil.
This left him completely puzzled.
In Roger's usual style.
I'm afraid they have already started by now.
After all, to put it bluntly, the other party is just a historical figure.
But looking at Lan Will's thin and weak body and gentle temperament.
Roger always felt that he had to maintain some bottom line.
final.
He suppressed the thought of further pressuring and interrogating him.
He asked casually:
"As for history, I am also somewhat interested."
"What have you gained here?"
Hearing this.
Lan Weir was stunned for a moment, as if the computer had crashed for a brief moment.
But he soon reacted and said very fluently:
"Honestly, I found some amazing things here, related to the history of the Second Age."
"Um?"
Roger was a little surprised.
Lan Weier did not hesitate and directly handed over a slate:
"Please look."
"This is a copy of the 'Sleeper's Catalogue' from the Religion of the Restoration. Yes, it looks incomplete, but it was once a medium used to summon the 'Angel of Death'."
"I dug this out from under the rubble."
"You know what this means..."
Roger took the slate.
After a light touch.
on the data bar.
…
"Hint: You have obtained the 'Sleeper's Catalogue', your historical knowledge +10"
…
"Has anyone ever summoned the Angel of Death of the Xijiao here?"
Roger groaned:
"Is the Angel of Death the kind that fights?"
Lanwell shook his head:
"No, the Angel of Death is in charge of art, comfort , and silence. The reason he has the title of "Death" is only because he is a servant of the "Lord of Rest."
"The angel of death usually only appears with the master of breath. It is the person who is close to the master of breath."
"And in Xijiao's territory, it will only appear at the most important celebrations."
Hear this.
Roger immediately understood what Lanwell meant:
"You mean, this was once the territory of the Xijiao?"
"Or maybe..."
"Has the Master appeared here before?"
Lanwell nodded.
His tone returned to calm:
"It's strange, isn't it?"
“This is clearly the place where the spiritual world and reality merge, ruled by the ancient Weilan, but there are traces left by the Lord of Breath.”
Speaking of this.
He suddenly stopped.
He looked at Roger for a few seconds, as if he was about to say something.
Finally, he shook his head:
"Mr. Roger."
"I'm planning on leaving."
"Taking advantage of this month's freedom of movement, I decided to take a look at the lakeside village, the castle and its vicinity."
"I am not interested in the treasure of the Ancients at all now."
"I just want to explore more of the secrets of history before I leave. This is my biggest wish now."
Having said all this.
He saluted Roger respectfully.
Then he left quietly.
Roger noticed.
The path he took did indeed lead towards Castle Velen.
Watching Lan Will's figure gradually disappear in the thick fog.
Roger felt a lot of indescribable feelings in his heart.
Lan Weir might have sensed his murderous intention.
He may have had no choice but to leave early.
"If he is really Weilan, even if he is not my opponent, he probably has ten thousand ways to avoid me."
"Am I too suspicious?"
Roger sighed softly in his heart.
I think back carefully to the time since I met Lan Weier.
The two of them got along quite happily.
The other party is obviously just a historical figure.
And its strength is not very strong.
But Roger felt like he had a close friend.
He had almost never felt this feeling from anyone else.
So he felt sorry for Lanwell's departure.
Fortunately, he has never been a tangled person.
not to mention.
When entering this world.
The system tells him that historical figures are just historical figures.
Too obsessed with it.
Instead, it may lead to disaster.
He then returned the same way.
However, when passing by Lake Rest, he deliberately took a detour and walked in the direction of the amusement park.
The fog got thicker during the night.
Roger could hear strange noises coming from the playground.
Those sounds didn't sound like they were made by humans at all.
It feels like coming to a lively zoo.
He was just about to move closer to the guardrail to take a closer look.
Butler Motuo appeared like a ghost.
He tapped his cane vigorously and said solemnly:
“The playground needs time to be repaired.”
“Please stop.”
Roger shrugged.
He turned slowly and looked inside as best he could.
The fog was thick.
He saw nothing.
Under Motuo’s nervous gaze.
Roger left quietly.
He walked along the lakeside path for three minutes.
A crow suddenly flew over and landed on Roger's shoulder.
Flutter.
The crow turned into soap.
"Master, I can't see anything in the fog, but I can sense the aura of many kinds of spiritualism!"
"There should be at least three types of monsters involved in the restoration of the amusement park."
Cindy reported quickly.
"At least three?"
Roger nodded thoughtfully.
…
night.
Because inspiration is still abundant.
Roger didn't waste any time and chose the "Spirit Ascension Ceremony" of the "Law of the Sword"!
Thanks to my rich wife.
Roger had a wealth of psychics and materials on hand.
The last time I consumed one on the Time Plank Road.
He still has two copies on hand.
This was enough for him to improve his psychic skills in any posture.
After a light scent of incense.
Roger came to the spirit world again.
This time it was still a choice between two options, but he chose the Daozhu Plank Road.
So when the scene is switched.
He appeared directly on the third platform of the plank road.
With the experience from last time.
Roger walked slowly on the Daozhu Plank Road.
I don’t know how long I will be gone.
Time seems to have become a meaningless concept in the spiritual world.
Roger walked until he was exhausted and unconscious.
final.
When he looked up at the endless starry sky and the slowly rising cliffs.
He has successfully reached the sixth platform!
Just after crossing the sixth platform.
Roger clearly felt the pressure increasing.
Although there were no monsters interfering.
But every strong wind, shaking, and heart palpitations made it difficult for him to resist.
He knows.
This is almost his limit.
Go further up.
It's easy to fail and fall to the bottom!
It is perfect to stop at this time.
But Roger still had some doubts in his heart.
Logically speaking, I am now a big shot with four stars of inspiration.
I couldn't go on until I reached the 97th step.
How much inspiration does the knife master at the end of the stairs have?
You know.
According to his visual observation.
The Daozhu plank road has at least 300 steps!
"Wait, I think I made a mistake!"
"What determines the level of spiritualism is never the number of steps, but the height on the cliff of the spiritual world!"
Roger suddenly realized.
Because the height is often linked to the number of steps.
So he subconsciously confused the two into one concept.
But that’s not the case.
Since the plank road is built in a zigzag shape, in order to slow down the slope, the number of steps is much greater than if it were straight up or down.
Sometimes it is to bypass certain protruding rocks.
The plank road even has to go down a distance!
These roads are actually "ineffective climbing".
But it also consumes a lot of inspiration.
If you calculate it this way.
Walking on the plank road seems to have its disadvantages.
For starters.
The plank road can effectively help reduce the difficulty.
But for seniors.
The existence of the plank road amplifies the climbers' need for inspiration!
Roger suddenly felt.
The existence of the Five Elements Plank Road has a flavor of "welcoming newcomers and suppressing veterans".
Combining what I saw and heard today and the conversation with Lan Weir.
Roger had a vague guess in his mind.
He calmed down at that moment.
Consciousness withdraws from the spirit world.
…
"Spirit Ascension Ceremony: You have walked a total of 66 steps in this spiritual ascension. Your performance has surpassed 99% of psychics. The Sword Master's attention is taking effect..."
…
"You have obtained psychic points: Knife*66;
Your psychic skill: sword is upgraded to level III;
Your combat power has been upgraded to 5 stars (official)"
…
"The Master of Sword's Attention: You have received a gift from the Master of Sword (The Book of Red Essence)"
…
"The Chi Jing Treasure Book: The 3rd level secret book of the Sword Cult. After practicing, one can learn the psychic art created by the Sword Master."
…
"Present-world panel: Your killing rank +0.08"
…
In a simple hut.
Roger looked down.
Unconsciously.
He had a thin booklet in his hand.
The book is foggy.
It seemed as if a mysterious power was emanating.
"Owner!"
Cindy suddenly shouted:
“There’s something wrong with this book!”
Roger was shocked.
He then asked in a deep voice:
"How do you know that?"
"Yes, your inspiration is seven stars..."
"My perception here is far inferior to yours!"
Roger smiled bitterly.
I never thought that there would be a day when I would feel inadequate.
Who knew that Cindy would say in a stammering voice:
"I didn't use perception."
Roger was stunned again.
But listen to Cindy:
“It says on the cover of the book…”
““If you want to practice this skill, you must pass three questions;
What is a knife?
What is human?
What is spirit?
…」”
“There are indeed three problems here.”
Hear this.
Roger's expression gradually became numb.
He pondered for a moment.
After all, I didn't practice the secret book given by the sword master -
Get to the bottom of it.
Firstly, he didn't trust the knife master enough;
Secondly, his demand for spiritualism was already very low.
Roger came to the historical world for only one purpose——
Killing personality!
As long as you can walk far enough on the cliff of the spiritual world, it will be fine.
The rest is false!
But Cindy interrupted.
He remembered a question.
This guy is a tough guy with 7 inspirations. Can he perform the "Spirit Ascension Ceremony"?
If possible.
How far can it go?
Think of this.
Roger couldn't wait to drag Cindy to ascend the spirit.
Anyway, he has no shortage of materials.
But it was almost dawn now.
The soul-raising ceremony must be performed at night, otherwise the aura of the spirit world will be too weak and the soul-raising effect will be greatly reduced.
So he could only suppress this thought temporarily.
After returning from the spirit world.
Roger took a short nap in the house.
Very quickly.
The sound of footsteps was heard in the village.
The first round of the remaining players' game.
It will begin today.
…
morning.
Rest in peace at the playground in Hubei.
A thin mist was spreading.
The laughter of the clowns and snow girls was mixed with a few shrill screams.
Outside the guardrail.
Medog announced coldly:
"The fourth group is over, and no one survives."
"Group 5."
The portal quietly opened.
The fifth group of psychics walked in with determined expressions.
Very quickly.
Another round of the game begins.
Everything is as usual.
No surprises.
This made Motuo feel a little relieved.
His eyes kept moving back and forth among the crowd.
very good.
Roger was not found.
That guy finally behaved himself today.
Motuo thought so in his heart.
"No matter how terrible your origins are, no matter how powerful you are, after today, you will not be allowed to act recklessly..."
His eyes slowly turned to the playground.
Just at this moment.
A demonic clown limped by with a chainsaw and a creepy smile on his face.
Motuo showed a satisfied expression.
"This clown is very dedicated..."
In the blink of an eye.
The clown disappeared from his sight.
…
After a moment.
The clown made it through most of the rides without any problems.
Came to an invisible door.
He stretched out his hands.
Touch the door gently.
A soft and ethereal touch came slowly.
on the data bar.
…
"Do you want to enter the spirit world: Snow Girl Camp?"
…
"Hint: You have arrived at the Snow Girl Camp"
…
"Record: You begin your journey through the Snow Woman camp.
You skim across the stream at the Snow Girl's Camp.
You passed the valley of the Snow Girl's Camp.
You have climbed the sacred peak of the Snow Girl Camp.
You discovered the faith totem of the Snow Girl camp - you felt the blessing of the Frost Lord, and you realized that the Snow Girl is actually a member of the Frost Lord's family.
You have obtained 1 secret message"
…
"You have obtained 2 pieces of Spirit Dust"
…
"Warning: You have been discovered by a group of snow women! Please make a choice -
…
The high-dimensional perspective is in effect.
…
Option 1: Escape (Run away without looking back)
…
Selection result: There is a 50% chance that the higher-ups in the Snow Girl Camp will discover the abnormality and report it to the Frost Lord.
…
Option 2: Cheating (tell them that you are also a snow girl, but you look a little different)
…
Result of your choice: 1% of the mentally retarded snow girls will believe this, and the rest will join forces to attack you.
…
Option 3: Fire (Although you don't have a tank, and the affix of the day of the possessed ring is not related to tanks, you can still choose to fire at these snow girls;
Hint 1: In the spirit world, psychic soap has 200% power;
Tip 2: Tanks can also be used as emergency items when necessary)
…
Selection result: Successfully annihilate all the snow women who discover the abnormality, and there will be no commotion.
…
"Do I have any choice?"
Roger shrugged.
He skillfully took out a bar of soap from his waist.
…