Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 218 217 New Year
The huge campus was decorated with festive red, and the sky, which should have been bright, was now covered with white snowflakes that did not appear overly cold.

When the students who had not left school came out of the auditorium, it had been snowing for quite some time, and the snow had already covered the ground, blocking the bricks and stones on the ground and the various plants growing on the lawn.

For people in the north and south continents, icy snowflakes and cold winter are words that are associated with death and the end. Although the southern continent still maintains the tradition of believing in the god of death, not everyone is fearless of death.

Every time a cold snowflake falls and a cold winter arrives, it symbolizes that the god of death is wielding his sharp sickle, reaping the lives of ordinary people.

Every winter symbolizes the death of countless people in everyone's heart, but today, as snowflakes fell from the sky, more lantern-shaped objects floated up from all over the school.

The countless red lanterns illuminated the already bright sky. Their very existence seemed to dispel the haze and the fear of the unknown and the future in the hearts of countless people, making people inevitably focus their minds on the countless lit, exquisitely crafted lanterns.

In the far reaches of the sky, the scorching sun gradually sets and the crimson moon rises, but the sky does not gradually darken as the sun sets. It is dominated by darkness and crimson. The lanterns rise higher and higher, but the range they illuminate does not get smaller.

Those countless brilliant things are like stars dotted in the dark night, but they are more brilliant and dazzling than the stars. They are getting higher and higher, but brighter and brighter.

They gradually lit up the entire night sky, making the crimson moon seem dim. They were like the hope in everyone's heart, flying to the highest point of the limitless sky and blooming there.

"Send her to the hospital and notify her family."

Archer heard the voice of the young man behind him communicating with the medical staff in white coats who had rushed over. He turned around slightly and saw the medical staff in white coats stepping forward, preparing to take away his companion who had fainted and was unconscious.

Archer followed instinctively, and he rushed to the hospital closely behind the medical staff.

After all, he is someone I know, and it’s not a good idea to just leave him here.

Archer looked back at the young man who seemed strong enough with curiosity and a little fear. He noticed that the other party seemed to be looking at him as well, with some strange emotions in his eyes.

Archer was stunned, but he couldn't interpret the strange emotion in the other person's eyes, so he followed the medical staff to the nearby hospital.

"What emotions? Sympathy, pity, of course, with a hint of gloating... Oh, Tang, you're already a Sequence 1 Mystic Attendant. You can't show your expression of watching a show."

As a Sequence 1 clown and faceless man, Tang is quite confident in his ability to control his facial expressions.

After watching the medical staff and Archer, the poor unlucky guy who had no idea that the assassin's follow-up was a tiankeng, leave, Tang raised his head, looked at the Kongming lanterns that were rising into the sky, and nodded with satisfaction.

"But the Kongming lanterns were supposed to be released on the 15th... Never mind. How about dumplings and coconut milk for dinner?"

Ah, it’s great to have the abilities of ancient scholars.

Nicholas had emerged from the auditorium at some point. This Angel King, who had successfully achieved the "2+1" path to thieves, took off his hat, tilted his head slightly upwards, and gazed towards the sky illuminated by lanterns. He smiled and said, "Mr. Olson Abraham has arrived."

"Ok."

Tang nodded, then naturally extended his hand to the Angel King.

Nicholas withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang's hand reaching out to him with a puzzled look.

"Happy New Year."

Tang smiled and asked, "Just consider it an early New Year's greeting...won't you give me a red envelope, Mr. Flamel?"

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. "How can you ask for a red envelope from your own secret doll?"

It's as if I'm your elder.

"But since you said so... okay." Nicholas seemed to have been prepared for this. His right hand seemed to grab something from the void, and he handed the thing wrapped in a red envelope to Tang.

"Happy New Year."

Tang accepted it as a matter of course, and after feeling the thickness of the red envelope, he knew that there should be quite a few gold pound notes inside.

Although money is of no use to him at this level, he still feels happy when he receives a red envelope.

Tang walked into the night where snow was falling continuously. The students' clothes were covered with a layer of snowflakes, and walked towards the distance.

Olson seemed to have been waiting in the snow for a while. He still looked young, but his temperament was older than his appearance. The demigod also showed a sincere smile when he saw Tang.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Olsson."

"After sending all those kids back, huh, we can finally have some peace and quiet for a while." Olson sighed. He also looked at the sky lanterns rising higher and higher, with a relaxed smile on his face.

As a demigod on the apprentice path, it would be better for the steam train that can travel through the spiritual world to have a demigod-level extraordinary person in charge.

After all, not long ago, all the major churches and secret organizations had already paid attention to Miskatonic University and the disappearance of the extraordinary people in their forces.

Letting these students go back at this time would be risky, and those guys who tried to hijack the car must also be kicked off.

Among those in high positions in the apprenticeship path, many are members of Abraham.

"A drink tonight?"

"You and Owen go drink, I'll forget it."

Compared to alcohol, he really prefers carbonated drinks like Fat Otaku Happy Water.

Tang looked around, then stretched out his hand and grafted this space with a scene in the theater.

As a Sequence 4 mystic, Olson noticed the changes in the surrounding space as soon as he raised his leg.

This was not the result of the spontaneous cooperation of the Never-Ending Theater. Olsson opened his mouth slightly and stared at Tang with wide eyes, his eyes full of: No, what sequence are you in?
Aren’t you only at Sequence 3?
Did ancient scholars already have the extraordinary ability to utilize space?

"Ah, that's the secret." Aren't you afraid that if I tell you, you'll be scared to death?

Tang made a gesture to keep quiet, then took a small step forward. Following the spiritual prompting, Olsson followed Tang's movements, and the two of them went from being in a world of snow to a mountain villa with a warm fireplace and a quiet forest outside the window.

Here, Olsson saw Owen Ramd, the governor of Tingen three hundred years ago.

In contrast to the old man who looked a little hunched over due to old age and whose body was no longer as strong and tough as before, the High-Sequence Beyonder in front of him was still in his prime, looking energetic and without any signs of erosion by time.

"coming?"

Owen noticed someone coming and looked up to see Don and Olson.

The high-ranking figure from the Death Path also smiled, put down the weapon he was maintaining, and stood up. After a few brief greetings, Tang asked, "Where is my father?"

"He should be back soon." Owen replied.

After that, the door was slowly pushed open a corner, and Azik Eggers, a man of medium build, with soft features and bronze skin, walked into the warm-looking room covered in snow, as if he had just returned from the windy and snowy outside.

When he saw Owen, Tang and Olson, the Lord Archon of Death also smiled gently.

Tang turned sideways, and through the abilities of an ancient scholar, with the status of a mysterious servant and the authority of Euclidean space, he pulled out images from the historical pores of the distant past and the old times.

A table suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the empty room.

The table was filled with beautifully arranged vegetables and fruits, oddly packaged snacks, many strange liquids in transparent plastic bottles, steaming hot dishes and rice, as well as many delicious things that appeared in the real world as Tang pulled them.

"Happy New Year, Dad, Owen."

Happy New Year! Here’s the red envelope.

Azik Eggers seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He took out the things he had prepared in advance from his pocket, and Olson, who came to celebrate the New Year together, also received a red envelope.

As for why red envelopes are used, and why everyone is obviously not a child anymore and still needs to give gifts...emm, Mr. Azik Eggers said that he does not understand, but respects it.

Although we are not children anymore, we are not that old either, so just give it to us.

Outside the window, the clock struck midnight, and countless fireworks bloomed over the school in the distant wasteland.

The meal was almost over. Owen and Olson drank an unknown amount of wine. The two High-Sequence Beyonders now seemed unconscious, not knowing what politeness and High-Sequence cultivation were. They sat on the ground, leaning against the sofa and started talking nonsense.

Ah, that's so inelegant.

Tang held the goblet elegantly and took a sip of the liquid inside.

He sighed silently, and it turned out that the 82 Sprite was more to his liking.

In the pocket, a ring was wrapped in a festive red envelope, lying quietly inside.

"Host, Happy New Year."

The system was also setting off fireworks in Tang's mind.

"Happy New Year, Tongzi."

Tang looked at Azik Eggers, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at the fireworks outside the window with a bit of distraction, and whispered to his system.

This is another New Year since he came into this world.

-

Fifth Era, year 514, early January.

There are indeed a lot more pendants on the Spirit World Express this time.

This time, the people who robbed the steam train were not treated as gently as last time.

With high-sequence Beyonders in charge, and the train itself being a large-scale mystical creation, most Beyonders below the angel level who tried to track it would be thrown off.

The remaining small number sneaked into the train, or followed those who had tickets to get on the train, or were parasites, parasitic in the bodies of students... These people were either thrown out, or smiled unknowingly in the students' bodies, and were pulled out in a state where they were just wearing monocles.

These people were tied up and thrown out of the train, passing through the unprotected spirit world, and they all looked quite embarrassed when they arrived at the final stop, Miskatonic University.

Responsible for picking up and dropping off the students this time were not only High-Sequence Beyonders from the Apprenticeship Path, but also Nicholas Flamel, the High-Sequence Clone of the Angel King.

This arrangement easily scared off those angels who tried to board the train, but who had enough insight to predict the condition of Nicholas's clone through spiritual premonitions or divination.

Nikola's clone did not deliberately hide his existence, and this in itself was an invisible deterrent.

After all, no one wants to wear a monocle without realizing it.

As for those officials or Beyonders from certain forces who were wondering why their own angels didn't get on the bus...

Wish you all the best...

Some of the angels who had to give up their plans were already worried that when the Beyonders from their churches/organizations returned, they would quietly take out a monocle and put it on.

Although Nicolas Flamel, the King of Angels, was no longer planning to take out his monocle as usual, the outside world did not know about this.

At the same time, Amon, who had been defeated and fallen to Sequence 2, also boarded this train at this time.

He obviously had an unprecedented interest in this train and its destination, but it wasn't long before Nicholas's clone discovered his whereabouts and took action to eliminate them.

Nicholas was waiting for Amon's action to come to him.

"What a pity." Amon said regretfully.

I don't know whether He is regretting that He was discovered before He did anything, or whether He is regretting something else...

Nicholas smiled at Amon's clone, then ate the clone of the former Angel King without mercy.

When the Spirit World Express entered the station, students from the North and South Continents walked onto the platform one after another. Tang approached the Beyonders who were hanging from the train and were being forked down from the top of the train by staff carrying equipment. He spoke to Nicola beside him, saying,
"You beat them up."

Whether these people really wanted to break into the car or were just fishing with bait, as an angel with the authority of observation, Tang naturally couldn't fail to see.

"Well, although it's a bit counterintuitive, regardless of the process, the result still looks good."

Looking at the person getting off the last carriage, Nicolas Flamel slightly lowered the black hat on his head and walked forward before Tang.

These were not students from the North and South Continents, nor were they Extraordinary individuals who had boarded the Spirit World Express without permission.

They are from the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

(End of this chapter)