Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

In just a few days, he had memorized almost all the contents of the astrology manual and could complete a complete astrological ritual independently without the manual's assistance.

But at this moment, looking at the constellations displayed on the star chart, Chris couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

According to his interpretation, this set of celestial phenomena gave two possible interpretations.

One indication is that he will indeed be able to find Logan tomorrow.

But another omen told him that Logan, this person, seemed to not exist at all.

This is getting interesting...

Chris's gaze was fixed on the constellations on the star chart, his thoughts racing as he tried to make further interpretations.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly and exhaled softly.

He couldn't think of any other way to interpret it.

In the final step of the astrological reading, to ensure the accuracy of the result, he not only silently asked himself "Can I find Logan?", but also visualized Logan's appearance in his memory.

Combining the second omens, Chris had a guess in his mind.

The Logan he first met either didn't use his real name or his appearance was deliberately disguised.

What he saw was not the other person's true nature, which led to such a bizarre interpretation of the astrological results.

Logan's matter had to be put aside for the time being.

Chris put the star card back into the deck, shuffled it, and then tried to perform the astrological ritual again.

This time, he was going to do a divination about the previous and previous owners of the apartment at 037 Nottingham Street.

If the person he saw in his first lucid dream was a real historical figure.

So the previous owner of apartment 037 must be a man named Chris Fisher, and the previous owner before that must be his uncle, Peron Stave.

Chris was already very familiar with the steps of the astrological ritual.

A moment later, he opened his eyes with a frown.

Just as he completed the final step of the astrological ritual, he suddenly felt a thin mist covering his spiritual senses, and his mind was momentarily thrown into turmoil.

Looking at the constellations on the star chart, Chris's interpretation became a blur; he couldn't glean any useful information from them.

But soon, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

His gaze returned to calm.

This is perfectly normal.

It's not uncommon for astrological rituals to produce uninterpretable celestial images.

In fact, the norm in astrology is that one cannot glean useful information from astrological charts.

His previous astrological readings had yielded effective and even accurate information, which was actually a rare exception.

But he didn't know whether the feeling of his spiritual perception being veiled by a thin mist was normal or not.

Previously, Chris thought he had a talent for astrology, so he was not discouraged by this failure and tried several more times.

……

A moment later.

Chris stared at the constellations displayed on the star chart, a look of even greater doubt appearing in his eyes than before.

In these consecutive astrological rituals, he was unable to obtain any useful information from the stars.

This is strange.

"call."

Chris slowly exhaled, fine beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Even if no useful information is obtained from the divination, each astrological reading still consumes a lot of his spiritual energy.

At this moment, he felt a surge of curiosity.

Will ordinary occult enthusiasts who have never embarked on the holy path, or even opened their spiritual vision, also consume so much spiritual energy when completing this astrological ritual?

Perhaps the more spiritual energy one expends, the more accurate the astrological results will be.

Chris could only console himself with this thought.

He doesn't plan to continue studying astrology.

At this moment, Chris's spirituality was greatly depleted, and a deep sense of exhaustion surged in the depths of his mind. He needed to rest.

Communicating with the Star Key in his mind, Chris allowed the feeling of detachment to carry him away from this mysterious space.

……

Inside the Immorales Funeral Parlor, several figures were busily working in an orderly fashion.

Someone was bending over, holding tools and drawing special symbols on the ground.

Someone was holding a white candle and walking around the room seemingly casually, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding walls.

An elderly man stood quietly to the side; he was Morgan, the owner of the funeral home.

He appeared quite relaxed, holding a cup of hot tea, taking sips now and then, watching the busy people in the room, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just as everyone was busy, a series of slightly hurried footsteps suddenly came from the inner room.

A figure dressed in a plain white dress strode out; it was Vivian.

She also held a white candle in her hand. On the candle, one could vaguely see abstract lines carved with a carving knife. These lines were inexplicably related to each other, forming intricate and exquisite patterns on the candle.

Looking at the people still busy inside, Vivian frowned slightly and said, "The sensing array over at the apartment is acting strangely. I need to go back and check it out."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Vivian.

The gray-haired man, who had been hunched over drawing symbols on the ground, suddenly straightened up, a strange glint in his eyes, and asked, "Are you sure?"

The man was Chess, who worked part-time at the funeral home.

His expression was rather unpleasant at that moment.

After finishing his work at the shop during the day, he still had to help Morphy and the others restart the array at their temporary base at night. Now, hearing that there was a problem at the apartment, he suddenly realized that in this Torchbearer team, he was the only one who was always so busy...

His gaze met Vivian's for a moment before quickly shifting away to the side.

He secretly decided that once this mission was over, he would definitely ask Benjamin for a long leave and get some rest.

……

Apartment at 037 Nottingham Street.

Vivian and Chase hurried into the apartment building on the first floor.

As soon as he entered, Chase raised his hand and waved it, creating a spiritual barrier.

The barrier extended along the corridor and quickly covered the second floor.

He exchanged a glance with Vivian, then quickly walked upstairs.

Chase's leather shoes made no sound at all on the old apartment floor.

Vivian watched Chase go up to the second floor, then quickly walked to the door of room 102.

She stared at the door, her gaze shifting slightly. She tapped her teeth three times, and a faint, almost imperceptible blue light flashed in her eyes.

Through her spiritual vision, she could vaguely make out the blurry scene inside room 102, her eyes constantly searching for the target item within the room.

A moment later, Vivian withdrew her spiritual vision, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes as she pondered to herself:

"Did he discover the problem with the wind chimes, or did he not even open the box?"

Her goal for this mission was very clear: to investigate the dark area pollution problem in Apartment 037.

As for Chris, she didn't really care at first.

In this world, there are not many people who want to study the mysticism and try to enter the extraordinary realm, but there are certainly not few either. As long as it is within a controllable range, the Torchbearer has no time to question them one by one.

However, Chess had always suspected that there was something wrong with the other party, so she kept a close eye on him.

She gave Chris that wind chime with the intention of using it to monitor the possible dark atmosphere in room 102 in real time.

The erosion of reality by the Dark Realm has always been extremely subtle.

The dark aura detection methods they possessed were only effective within a very small range, so she needed to place a prop with a dark aura detection rune array in every room of the apartment.

The other rooms have already been furnished, only room 102 remains unfurnished.

Vivian's spiritual vision did not look in the direction of Chris's bedroom.

She and Chase had previously discovered that there was an extremely weak spiritual barrier on the other person's bedroom door.

She was indeed somewhat surprised to learn that the other party had mastered this level of spiritual application.

The knowledge involved in this kind of spiritual barrier is not complicated. Many occult enthusiasts have books that record the basic uses of spirituality, which include various basic ways to set up spiritual barriers.

Although the setup process is not complicated, successfully setting up such a barrier requires a high level of spiritual control from the user.

She hadn't realized that Chris's control over his own spirituality had reached such a level.

This has long surpassed the scope of ordinary occult enthusiasts; it represents a level that has truly entered the realm of the extraordinary.

It's one thing to be unaware, but now that we know the other party has reached this level in the field of occultism, we have to pay more attention.

Moreover, the other party has most likely already activated their spiritual vision.

In this place where there may be dark contamination, a person who has awakened spiritual vision is far more likely to run into problems than an ordinary person.

This is also why she used her spiritual vision to investigate Room 102 again today.

She didn't want to touch the barrier on his bedroom door to avoid disturbing him.

She herself had no prejudice against Chris, but they were on a mission, and regardless of whether the other party had discovered her and Chase's identities, she didn't want to be the one to expose the Torchbearer's identity, at least on the surface.

She kept clutching a brass compass in her hand.

On the circular dial inside the compass, there are two pointers, one black and one white.

At this moment, the white pointer is pointing towards the stairwell.

No matter how I turn the compass, the pointer doesn't move an inch.

The black pointer is stopped between dials 2 and 3, gently trembling back and forth.

This compass is a man-made sacred object, connected to all the dark aura monitoring arrays set up in the apartment.

The white pointer indicates the location of the dark aura, while the black pointer shows the concentration of the dark aura.

Just now, she used this compass to detect what appeared to be fluctuations of dark energy within the apartment.

Since the compass needle pointed upstairs, there was no need for her to stay any longer.

The barrier that Chess just set up has a sound-absorbing effect.

Vivian walked quickly up the stairs and soon arrived at the second-floor corridor.

At the same time, she took out the sealed box containing Relic No. 3036 from the handbag she had been carrying, and took out the silver brooch.

She didn't wear the brooch on her body; she just held it in her hand.

The corridor lights on the second floor had long been broken, and at this moment only a faint light was coming in through the square window near the outer wall.

Vivian walked to the door of room 202 and found the door open and the room pitch black.

They didn't stay together at night; this room was where Chess usually rested.

She knew very well that Chase's abilities were easier to use in such a dark environment, and it was completely understandable that he didn't turn on the lights, but she didn't have night vision.

Standing at the door of room 202, Vivian hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, she held the compass in her left hand and the brooch in her right, her gaze constantly shifting between the compass and the dark interior of Room 202.

The black needle on the compass was trembling violently.

Suddenly, the pointer spun sharply.

The black pointer is pointing straight to the position between 3 and 4 on the dial.

Furthermore, the pointer shows a faint indication that it will continue to move toward the 4 mark.

"this!?"