ghost on paper

Chapter 157
Although Truman has temporarily rested, Tongasi is still working.

After he woke up, he sat in front of the table, facing the blue hat, and began to study the spiritual text on it carefully, but as the time slowly approached midnight, his movements gradually slowed down, "Share 'It should not be enough, he stretched his waist, and slowly stomped to the side of Truman who seemed to be asleep.

He stood there, looking at Truman, his eyes gradually became strange, and a fierce look appeared between his brows.

The next moment, he took out a knife and stabbed Truman without hesitation.

puff!

The knife pierced the lying Truman's chest, but no blood gushed out, because Truman moved his position at a critical moment.

Truman stretched out his hand to control Tongaxi's murderous hand, opened his eyes and looked at Tongaxi with a strange expression: "Why is it you?"

"How do you know it's me?" Tongasi also asked strangely.

"Your behavior is too weird. You want to join my group for no reason, and for this reason, you have revealed knowledge that you shouldn't know." Truman said, "The real Tongaxi's advantage is that it is proficient in historical knowledge, but it is difficult for spiritual research. I don’t know much about it.”

"So, who are you?" Truman showed a stern expression.

"I'm...hehe~" Tongasi's expression suddenly showed a hint of feminine charm. Truman saw a familiar meaning in his eyebrows, but before he had time to think about it, he had already woken up.

……

Truman woke up from his dream.

He sat up abruptly.

Then I saw Tongaxi, with his fat and thick back arched, lying on the table and working.

The striped suit the second-hand bookseller habitually wears, now propped up into a bulging hill, has shown a very tired look, but still insists on working, as if to single-handedly get the key from that hat the key.

Truman recalled his dream just now, every detail in the dream was very real, only the moment when Tongasi's face was distorted and turned into Lilith at the end, showing a trace of absurdity.

Is it a dream... or some kind of 'trick' attack?

Truman didn't simply think that it was a dream. Although so far, he hadn't encountered an Extraordinary who could create illusions or illusions to attack targets, that didn't mean they didn't exist.

During Truman's participation in the Spiritual Contest this time, he exchanged with Chen Angxing, Nocha Denton and other Extraordinary or spiritual masters, and he gained a lot of precious Extraordinary knowledge, such as the extraordinary knowledge of the "Rainbow God" God Order among the old six gods. The reason why there are so few of them is because the Beyonders of the Divine Order are the manipulators of the human mind.

Truman repeated those extraordinary knowledge in his heart, and at the same time stood up slowly, came behind Tongaxi, and watched Tongaxi keep writing one after another complicated spiritual text on the paper.

Truman looked at it for a while and suddenly said, "That's not right."

"What's wrong?" Tongasi didn't look back, but continued to write, and the sweat dripping from his forehead fell on the parchment, slowly soaked into it, and turned into insignificant traces, just like Tongasi's life.

"The spiritual text you wrote is wrong..." Truman pointed to the text written by Tongaxi, "That is not what is contained in this key carrier."

"Then what is this?" Tongasi's voice suddenly became a little dangerous, "What am I writing?"

"You seem to be polluted," Truman said, "because all you write is praise to God."

That's right.Truman saw that on the parchment scroll in front of Tongaxi, it was written in spiritual scriptures at the beginning, but in the end it had become a lot of incomprehensible praises and praises, among which words such as 'great', 'unique', and 'most beautiful' appeared repeatedly .

A strange atmosphere spread in the air following Truman's words.

The world in front of Truman's eyes suddenly became distorted. He saw that Tongasi hadn't turned his head yet, but the light shone on his back, showing a variety of colors. Tongasi's round back was distorted like a character in a cartoon stand up.

This distortion stretched to Truman, and Truman looked down at his fingers, he noticed that his fingers were deformed, soft and long like noodles, shaking them casually, as if shaking open a pile of ramen noodles.

Tongasi has already turned his head. His neck looks like a tortoise sticking out of its shell. The knife in his hand twists and turns, ridiculously like a child's toy.

When Tongaxi stabbed the knife in his hand.

Truman tried to grab him, but he forgot that his fingers were already noodles, so he was easily pierced, and the blood overflowed on the noodles. The pain did not shatter the dream, and Truman realized that it might be real.

But do I have to continue to live with noodle fingers in the future, then how can I pick up the pen to translate spiritual texts... Facing such a danger, Truman realized that he had to resist, so he took out his "finger gun" 'Characteristics, that finger, this pale finger maintained its true colors in a psychedelic twist.

"Bang~"

Truman heard himself giving the command to activate the 'finger gun' with a clip sound.

The sound was very sharp, and the 'finger gun' was not very powerful, but it hit Tongasi's face and shattered his eye. One of the eyes fell out like a spring, and the blood flowed out like pieces of paper. injection.

This is still a dream with mosaics.

……

Truman woke up again.

He rolled over and sat up.

Looking at Tongaxi's rounded back facing him, he realized that he was indeed caught in some kind of mental illusion and couldn't extricate himself.

In this illusion, Tongasi has no problem is the key. Every time Tongasi will try to kill Truman under various circumstances. Maybe if Truman is killed, this illusion will end, but that is definitely not the ending that Truman wants. .

So, is Tongasi Tongasi?
"Are you Shirley Yang?" Truman suddenly said.

Tongasi's back froze for a moment.

Then that round figure turned into a waterfall of platinum long hair, and behind the long hair was a slender and graceful figure.

"Why do you think I'm Shirley Yang?" Lian's voice had changed to Shirley Yang's.

"It's just a guess," Truman said.

"Why can't I be Xia Yan, Chen Angxing, or Fervin Darcy?" Shirley Yang still didn't turn her head, but the doubts in her voice gradually deepened, "From the amount of information you have obtained, there is no It's impossible to guess that I'm Shirley Young... At the same time, the time when you are polluted is also the time when Moon Knight fell into a deep sleep, and Moon Night Knight is the 'actor' sequence again."

silence.

This silence made Truman a little uneasy.

Then a burst of laughter came from Shirley Yang: "I know~ You are his 'incarnation'!"

Truman frowned.

Ren Shirley Yang smiled happily for a while.He suddenly said, "You're not Shirley Yang, are you?"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

(End of this chapter)