Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 52 Blood Moon

Finally, encouraged by Old Neil, Philip accepted the "Sleeping Spell" made by himself. The only price he paid was that he had to come twice more in his spare time to practice his talent in this area.

After all, even if an old and frail "secret peeper" can make talismans, the effects are often unsatisfactory because of his lack of ability. However, the Night Watchmen do not have a high demand for this, so there is no problem.

But it is still very useful to have a few of them.

Because of the talisman making, there was not much time left in today's two-hour mysticism course, and Old Neil did not teach anything else. After browsing the information held by the Night Watchman for a while, Philip also got up and left here to welcome his last time before getting off work.

6 Narcissus Street.

After roughly estimating the spiritual energy consumption of making the "Sleeping Spell", Philip was somewhat surprised to find that it was far lower than his expectations. Even if he made three more, there would be no problem.

Indeed, while the spirituality of Beyonders from the Prisoner Path is far inferior to that of those from the Monster Path, it's still quite high. It seems that the creation of "Ember" consumes too much spirituality, so I need to be more careful in the future.
But that doesn’t mean we won’t do it now.

Philip immediately set up the spiritual wall, took out the materials piled up in the bedside table, and then, holding the carving knife and silver sheet, he continued to make "Embers" based on his experience yesterday.

According to the lunar calendar, there are still seventeen days until the full moon night, when Philip will suffer the corresponding curse. Even though he has experienced it many times in his memory, he still dare not be careless because he has experienced countless accidents.

You can definitely never have too much of this kind of thing.

While Philip was thinking this, he had already successfully carved out his own symbol - an alien hand that was about to be tightly wrapped in bandages and pierced by two punishment nails.

As the carving continued, night gradually fell, and the crimson moonlight shone into the room through the window. Even though it was not pure white, it gave people a sense of brightness and tranquility.

The golden flame was very conspicuous but weak, slightly illuminating the house, and then quickly disappeared into the silver sheet, bringing a gentle touch to the palm of the hand.

"Whoo~"

Philip closed his eyes and exhaled lightly. When he turned his head to look at the red moon hanging high outside the window, his pupils suddenly contracted. Although the shock and fear in his eyes were fleeting, his quietly clenched hands still exposed his inner injustice.

I saw the outline of the red moon rapidly filling up, becoming plump and complete, and turning into a strange red blood-red full moon!
Blood moon!
This erratic, rare phenomenon only occurs a few times a year. However, it is more dangerous and unpredictable than a full moon, causing negative emotions to surge and erupt, and can enhance the power of the underworld and the spirit world.
At the moment when the blood-red full moon was completely complete, Philip clenched the talisman in his hand and struggled on the ground in some pain.

He tried his best to endure the pain that felt like boiling water surging in his body. He unconsciously opened his tightly clenched mouth, but he was unable to even roar. Only the slight collision sounds caused by his rolling body filled the whole room.

Philip's thoughts seemed to be evaporated, but the sound of the flame igniting resounded in his mind, suppressing the pain in his body and no longer increasing with the increasingly bright red moonlight.

But the curse still exists. As long as the blood moon is still hanging high in the sky, the pain faced by all the extraordinary people of the "Prisoner" Path Control Faction will not be relieved, but will continue throughout the long night!

Sweat gradually flowed down from his forehead, and his body, which had just washed, became sticky, dripping onto the ground, covering up the almost silent groan.

Indeed, something was wrong, and it was going to be much harder. Philip gritted his teeth and closed his eyes harder, not letting the sweat flow into the gaps, but instead dripping onto the floor after gathering to a certain level.

Philip was in great torment with his brain mixed with drowsiness and turmoil, the whispers in his ears that seemed like hallucinations but also reality, his body soaked in sweat, and the pain that lingered like a tide.

He curled up on the ground, tightly clutching the "Ember" talisman in his right hand. He slowly rubbed his elbow to confirm the position of his pocket and began to recite with difficulty:
"A fool who does not belong to this era."

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

"You are the King of Yellow and Black, the one who controls good luck!"

After uttering the last syllable, feeling slightly relieved, Philip forced a smile, a bitter, self-deprecating one, and began to assess his own limits, persevering as best he could. That evening, as Klein prepared for bed, he heard the cascading whispers and suddenly looked over at the next room with a strange expression. He wondered inwardly, "Who is this now? Haven't we already prayed?"

He put on his tuxedo and walked four steps backwards until he reached the top of the gray fog. He sat in the first seat and looked around, finally moving his gaze to the closest crimson star, which represented "temperance."

Philip Klein instinctively felt helpless and even resisted, but in order to confirm whether the other party needed help, he extended his spiritual power and established a connection with him.

But after seeing the other party's situation, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and with the help of the blurry scene, he saw the blood-red moonlight pouring down from the window. He also recalled the information about the extraordinary people in the "prisoner" path.

Full Moon Curse!

Philip had actually become a Sequence 8. That wasn't surprising. Klein understood this and, after observing for several seconds and confirming there was no other danger, he immediately pulled him into the gray fog space.

In a daze, Philip found himself in a certain place, and the influence of the curse disappeared, leaving only the phantom pain that had not yet completely dissipated.

After more than ten seconds, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure in the first seat. He was a little surprised, "Mr. Fool?"

"Yes, it's me." Klein suppressed his emotions and responded as calmly as possible. Then, he twisted his chin with his left index finger and thumb, smiled, and asked softly, "Full Moon Curse?"

"Um"

Philip nodded and replied with a full sense of apology, "I'm sorry to bother you. This blood moon came very suddenly and something was very wrong, so I didn't have the confidence to hold on on my own."

You can't do it, and neither can I. The full moon curse lasts a whole night, and my spiritual power is simply not enough. Klein sighed inwardly, but he didn't want to just ignore it, so he could only think of a solution, which seemed a bit futile.

Philip, seeing the silent Fool, seemed to understand something and hurriedly explained, "No, I'm already very grateful for just a moment. You can just take me back later. I've already adapted."

"I know your current condition is not optimistic. Please rest assured, I have other solutions."

When did I become pessimistic?
And, other ways?
Klein subconsciously wanted to ask, but realized that this would directly contradict his enigmatic image. So he could only back down, curling his lips and saying calmly, "Well, don't force it. It's just a small matter."

"You can call me again at the critical moment."

Backlund, East District.

In a one-bedroom house, a middle-aged man with a pale face who looked to be in his forties looked at the ceremony in front of him and said in ancient Hermetic language with a serious expression:

"I!"

"I call in my name:
A spirit that roams the upper realms, a strange creature that worships blood, and a messenger unique to Jason Voorhees! "

Woo!
The roar of wind swept out, but subsided in an instant. The summoning ritual that had gathered all the elements and had no mistakes now lost its response. Even if Steve tried again after being silent for more than ten seconds, it was of no avail.

His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Just stood there in silence for a long time.

".Failed?"

(End of this chapter)