Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 73 073 Rule Book

It is the grafting of fate, the grafting of some abstract concepts.

The illusory river is always flowing, and through this river one can vaguely see a tributary hidden deep in the spiritual world, and a huge figure emerging above the tributary.

He had obvious features of the southern continent, but early on, white feathers stained with pale yellow oil had grown out of his body one after another, looking filthy and terrifying.

That was the 'King of the Underworld' Salinger... the former God of Death who could also be called his grandfather.

Part of the fate of the giant feathered serpent was connected to the depths of the illusory River of Eternal Darkness, and to the huge, rotten, and confused figure that could not escape from the river no matter what.

The grafting of fate caused a certain power from the uniqueness of the Path of Death to continuously flow into the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness, and then quickly fell into "death" and "sleep", becoming forever silent.

"Is this dealing with Salinger's manipulation of the uniqueness of the Death Path?"

By grafting, all the resurrected hands left by the Grim Reaper are put back into the Grim Reaper's hands in the River of Eternal Darkness, freeing the other half of the soul.

Doing this is probably equivalent to killing his grandfather, stuffing him into a cold coffin, and then just preparing to dig him out and grind his bones into ashes one day... right?
Oh, this god of death is not a good guy either, so he can only say that it’s good that he died.

The filial grandson Tang looked at the huge feathered serpent.

From the high-dimensional perspective of Euclidean space, the grafting of fate can be traced.

The grafting power on the artificial god of death shaped by uniqueness travels through the Euclidean space, grafting certain secrets into the River of Eternal Darkness, and the other half, belonging to Azik Eggers's soul, is grafted onto the human figure high up.

Don looked up.

The young man, whose face was almost exactly the same as his, opened his eyes and looked down, as if looking at him.

Tang saw a golden bird-shaped jewelry shadow hidden in the shadow beside the other party. This was where fate was grafted!

"It seems that I can solve this problem from now on."

As if he had noticed Tang's gaze, the young man with a similar face slowly hid the shadow of the bird-shaped gold jewelry behind him.

Tang watched as his other self hid the shadow behind him: ...? ?

"Ah this..."

Then, Tang saw 'himself' half-raising his hand.

A shadow spread out from his hand, and a book made of pages of brass emerged from the shadow.

After observing again, Tang confirmed that it was the Trunsost Brass Book.

The uniqueness of the judge's path!
The next moment, the power of the talisman suddenly expanded in front of him.

Countless parchments spread out from the brass book, filling the space, plugging the historical pores, and blocking all view in front of him.

"The law states: Walking outdoors in this area is strictly prohibited between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m.."

"The law stipulates: It is strictly forbidden for healthy people in the jurisdiction to cheat and get something for nothing."

"The law stipulates: It is strictly forbidden to destroy public property and damage other people's property."

"The law stipulates that students should study hard and behave like students."

"The law stipulates: cosplaying as Sunny Doll is strictly prohibited."

"The law provides that: ..."

Wait, something strange seems to have gotten in.

"The law states: No stealing in this area!"

This is it!

Tang's eyes lit up slightly.

Countless parchments showed various clauses, which were the rules promulgated by the Brass Book of Trunsost!

It is indeed here. If he were to take his own personality and obtain the Brass Book of Trunsost, which could have a certain degree of influence, he would definitely issue such a ban to suppress Amon!

He moved forward to uncover the public document to see the effect. In reality, he wanted to communicate with his future self. Obviously, he and his future self in this state could see each other.

But time is running out. The power of yesterday's reappearance spell is about to be exhausted, and the historical pore is about to close. We can only wait for the next opportunity.

"Pry...space..."

A vague voice came from above.

Tang was stunned for a moment.

"Preface...four...demigods..."

"Be careful Amon."

The next moment, Tang's consciousness returned instantly, the historical pores closed, and yesterday's reappearance spell was exhausted. At the same time, a document appeared in his hand.

It was a decree, a law that had been promulgated and published in the Brass Book of Trunsost.

Logically speaking, this borrowed power would not last long. After all, the theater's core production of yesterday's re-enactment spell did not have a higher-level object of prayer, so the effect of the spell was not that good.

But... the parchment that should have disappeared after the power of the reappearance spell disappeared yesterday was now lying quietly in Tang's hand, without any changes or showing any strangeness.

This document still existed until Tang's spiritual power was exhausted and he returned to the real world.

'It's a very strange energy.'

The system was very sensible and sent an appraisal on its own, but the feedback it gave was a mess of garbled characters.

There is a higher power involved in the influence, making the system's identification ineffective.

Tang sat in a high-back chair, put the document on the table, thought for a long time, opened the system interface and took a look, then asked.

"What happened to those Abrahams?"

After he came back, he found that the rate at which his potion progressed had slowed down.

That shouldn't be the case. He didn't kill those Abrahams. At most, after they climbed to the roof and found that there was no way to survive, they were knocked unconscious by the core of the theater when they were about to jump down. Then they were stuffed back to the first floor to create the illusion that 'it was all a dream', and then they experienced the days of being chased by the Slender Ghost, Chu Renmei, and Red Wedding Dress again.

He didn't kill anyone, so why did his potion progress become so stagnant?

'I'm going to Kang Kang.'

The system voice disappeared, and then the system voice reappeared, "Ah host."

'They seem to be tanking.'

Tang: ? ?
What happened? Why did the sky fall down all of a sudden?

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Crimson Campus.

In room '404', the knocking sound on the door continued, but Charlie sat there with a dull expression, muttering something completely incomprehensible. Even when he heard the increasingly urgent knocking sounds and footsteps, he could no longer resonate with them.

Edas lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, his body twitching strangely from time to time, as if to prove that he was still alive.

The only woman, Norma Abraham, leaned against the cabinet, looked down at her toes, and hummed a nursery rhyme, which was surprisingly consistent with the sound outside the door.

"My sister is carrying a doll..."

"The baby wants to find his mother..."

The strange nursery rhyme was hummed by Norma and also heard from outside the door, but the people present did not react at all.

Olson opened the door and walked in.

Seeing the tragic scene in front of him, Olsson's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

(End of this chapter)