Secret: The Witch's House Traitor

"No, I don't know. I just had a dream. The dream was full of blood and dead bodies everywhere. Woohoo, hahahaha, there was me among the dead bodies. I'm going to die too. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!"

Ademisol was shaking all over, crying and laughing. He curled up on the ground and cried.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Lin Nuo looked at Admisol with some confusion and astonishment. He knew that the extraordinary people of the monster path would be very sensitive. Could it be that the guy in front of him really had a premonition of something? Or was it simply a delusion and hallucination caused by being on the verge of losing control?

"This is Tingen City. Although it's not the most prosperous metropolis, it's also a famous university city. Which extraordinary person is tired of living and comes here to commit massacre?"

Lin Nuo knew that some Transcendental promotion rituals required the blood sacrifice of a large number of lives, but mid- and low-sequence Transcendentals could not do it, and high-sequence Transcendentals did not bother to do it. Just like how Lanevus had previously specialized in defrauding the funds of the middle class, they had a more stable, safe, and convenient solution.

Lin Nuo stroked his chin and thought for a while but couldn't figure it out. He looked at the shivering Admisol and smiled helplessly.

"I'm so stupid, really, I actually cared about an orphan's nightmare..."

"If you think about it carefully, for him, perhaps a fight in a bar or a Beyonder losing control would be enough to turn into a nightmare filled with blood and corpses."

Lin Nuo took out a pocket watch and placed it in front of Admisol, and the mechanical gears began to tick.

"Ademisol, you won't die. You are safe now. Raise your head and let me see what you look like."

There was a hint of coldness in Lin Nuo's gray eyes, and Admisol, who was curled up on the ground, shivered uncontrollably.

"Oh, my poor child, look what you have done to yourself."

"Be obedient, good boy, take a nap. When you wake up, you will have a brand new life."

As Lin Nuo spoke, an invisible force began to gather in the basement.

The curse was like silk and as dense as a weave. Invisible black curses turned into layers of webs that entangled and bound Admisor's spirit.

Admisol felt himself getting more and more sleepy. He tried hard to open his eyes, but a warm lullaby came to his ears. The voice was so gentle and delicate that he sank into it unconsciously.

After Admisol fell asleep, Lin Nuo coughed twice and stopped singing. This way of coaxing a child to sleep was really uncomfortable, especially for such a big child.

"Now I understand why the Midnight Poets can only chant and not sing. They definitely want to maintain their image during the battle and don't want to leave any black history behind."

After using curses and newly developed spells to put Admisol into a coma, Lin Nuo began to use the derived supernatural powers in his body.

"You are Lino, you are not Admisol."

"I'm Linno, not Ademisol."

Admisol's closed eyes suddenly opened. He first repeated his previous words almost instinctively, and then began to look around in confusion.

After a moment of silence, Ademisol looked at Lin Nuo with a twitching mouth and asked.

"Aren't you being too stingy? My memory loss is too severe, isn't it? All I know now is that I am Lin Nuo from the Witch Church. Everything else is a blank."

"That's not important. Isn't it enough that you know your name and mission?"

Lin Nuo said to Ademisol without any embarrassment.

"Are you sure? I'm only halfway to Sequence Nine now. What kind of combat power do I have?"

Admisol stood up from the ground, feeling dirty and uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter. You don't need to be very strong to go and help Triss. Don't you have intuition? I'll equip you with a pistol, but it's best not to get hurt too badly, otherwise Admithal will wake up and you will cease to exist."

Chapter 40 Rules of Survival

Lin Nuo carefully told Admisol to cherish his life and be an archer who could carry the wizard on his back and escape at any time.

"No way, do you really care about the life or death of this orphan? I am surprised that you only asked me to temporarily replace Admisor and did not completely replace his consciousness."

Admisol felt like a despicable person who secretly logged into his roommate's game account while he was sleeping.

"My spiritual power cannot sustain your existence for a long time. It is meaningless for me to have you stuck at Sequence 9. If it is not necessary, there is no need for us to bully an orphan, right?"

Lin Nuo shook his head at Admisol. In order to maintain half of his Sequence Nine subordinates, he needed to use derived supernatural powers to modify the other party's consciousness every once in a while?

One drop of green equals ten drops of blood. His supernatural powers are not meant to be wasted like this!

"Hehe, just kidding. I don't really want to keep using this dirty body."

Admisol waved to Lin Nuo casually and was about to leave, but he turned back suddenly as soon as he opened the door of the basement.

"Lin Nuo, let's not talk about the weapons and equipment you provided me, how about some activity funds first? You can't use my little brother's body for nothing, right?"

"Take it easy. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are in front of someone else. It doesn't matter to you, but Admisol will still live in Tingen City for decades."

Lin Nuo took out ten pounds and handed it to Admisol.

"Don't worry, I know!"

Lin Nuo watched Admisol's back, wearing gray-blue trousers and a worn linen shirt, walking away happily. He suddenly covered his forehead with his hands in regret.

"Because there are too many missing memories, is it just a defective product with only a good appearance? Almost a physical shadow clone?"

Lin Nuo said this and sighed heavily again. This was also the reason why he only transferred a little bit of memory.

In the world of mysterious resurrection, the strength of a ghost depends mainly on its killing pattern and degree of terror.

The degree of terror of the evil spirit depends on the strength of the supernatural. Lin Nuo's supernatural and spirituality are now in a constant state, and neither side has deviated from the category of Sequence 7.

Because he has lost the environment of mysterious revival, his current spirituality is too weak, and the derivative supernatural powers of deceiving ghosts are also subject to various restrictions.

To give the simplest example, I just used a derivative of the ghost-deceiving magic on Admisor. If the power of the magic in its victorious period is equivalent to that of the God of War, then what I just did was just an ordinary illusion.

If no one maintains it for a long time, or if it is stimulated by external "chakra", the illusion will be lifted at any time.

"Now I can be sure that the liar has probably fallen into a ditch somewhere. Maybe I will have to rescue him in the future."

Lin Nuo raised a smile and thought with some gloating.

But he immediately thought of the colorless dark river and couldn't help trembling. It was a fear that came from the instinct of life.

"Well, if you can't do it, forget it. Nothing is difficult in this world as long as you are willing to give up. It doesn't matter if you get caught cheating, but Lin Nuo still has to live."

Lin Nuo shook his head and decided not to think about such far-reaching things for the time being. Right now, he couldn't even travel through the spirit world. It wouldn't be too late to consider it when he becomes a demigod.

On the second floor, in the bedroom, Lin Nuo stood in front of a desk. He used a silver carving knife to construct a spiritual wall that surrounded the entire room. On the table in front of him was a statue of the original demon goddess.

Lin Nuo placed a candle mixed with sandalwood at the bottom of the statue. Next to it were the materials needed for the ceremony, two powdered leaves of Fenghou grass, two thin silver sheets, and essential oil extracted from human face rose.

Lin Nuo stretched out his hand and lit the candle that symbolized himself by means of spiritual friction. In the flickering and dim light, he dripped a drop of essential oil extracted from human face rose onto the candle flame.

Suddenly, an illusory mist spread, carrying a slightly sweet smell.

The powder of Fenghou grass was ignited. Lin Nuo took the carving knife and the silver sheet and stepped back two steps, reciting in the ancient Hermetic language:

"Original Demon Goddess Statue"

"You are the source of all disasters, the symbol of destruction and doomsday, the witch who controls chaos."

“I pray to you;”

“I beg you to give me strength;”

"Give me the power to complete the Guardian Charm."

"O statue of the original witch, please pass your power to my talisman..."

"Fenghou Grass, a herb belonging to the field of disease, please pass your power to my talisman..."

……

As the spell came to an end, dots of light suddenly appeared in front of Lin Nuo's eyes. He seemed to see one python-like black tentacles after another wrapping around him in a slippery and evil manner.

The feeling was very uncomfortable. The soft hair kept teasing different parts of Lin Nuo's body. The tingling and numb touch, accompanied by the impulse of blood rushing, brought an uncomfortable restlessness.

Lin Nuo bit the tip of his tongue, and guided by spirituality, he passed the mind-confusing power to the carving knife in his hand. Following his instinctive memory and the guidance of the ritual, the silver carving knife drew symbolic symbols, corresponding spiritual numbers, magic signs and ancient spells on the front and back of the silver sheet.

In the bedroom, as Lin Nuo drew with the carving knife, the invisible threads wrapped around him were carved into the talisman in his hand like paint.

The spirituality on both sides of the silver talisman suddenly connected into a whole, and a magical symbol symbolizing "witch" was completed and retracted into the innermost part of the metal.

"Huh~ I finally succeeded. If you can't control yourself, then it's best not to come into contact with witches."

Lin Nuo smiled as he looked at the silver rune in his hand. It had simple yet exquisite patterns on it, and a warm and cool touch spread across his palm.

"Since this is a spell I made, I will use the ancient Hermetic word 'lover' as the opening spell."

Lin Nuo did not pray directly to the Original Witch just now, but used the Witch Statue as a transit. He was not worried that the Original Witch would not respond to him, but that the Original Witch would really respond to him.

If you cannot maintain your self-control when facing the witch, you will only experience endless decadence and pain.

Lin Nuo had long discovered that the witches in the Witch Church were more or less psychologically distorted. As a member of the Witch Church, he naturally could not discriminate against them, otherwise he would be digging his own grave.

But he couldn't really sink into it. A prey trapped in a spider's web had no say and could only become food reserve and a plaything.

Lin Nuo knew very well that he had to maintain his own identity at all times. He wanted to be a butterfly that "voluntarily" stayed in the web. He wanted to let the self-imprisoned spider know that it could witness a more magnificent sky after spreading its wings, but it was still willing to stay in the web.

A complete and independent personality is the prerequisite for equal dialogue, and the coexistence of "self-love" and "degeneration" is the rule that must be strictly followed in Pansi Cave!

Chapter 41 Star Crystal

After Lin Nuo finished making the talisman, he removed the spiritual wall that covered the entire room and shouted outside the door.

"come in."

"Yes, Master."

Anna, who had been waiting outside the door, pushed the door open and walked in after hearing Lin Nuo's instructions, holding two special cigarette boxes in her hands.

"Master, this is from Mr. Ademisol. He also asked me to tell you that the ten pounds you gave him before has been spent."

Lin Nuo took the two cigarette boxes that Anna handed to him, and he gestured to Anna to turn around.

Anna turned around blankly, and then she noticed a cool feeling beginning to spread from her chest. She looked down and saw a necklace around her neck. A silver talisman was hidden among the mountains.

"This is a protective spell. It can help you resist invasions from spirits. If you encounter an attack that is beyond its capabilities, it will take the initiative to kill you."

"So, now you don't have to worry too much about revealing my secrets."

Lin Nuo touched Anna's head from behind and spoke gently.

"Master, you have considered it very...carefully."

Anna pressed the amulet on her chest, not knowing whether it was her protective umbrella or a death warrant. She felt a little amused and helpless for a moment.

"Well, as long as you like it."

Lin Nuo took the statue of the Original Demon Goddess from the table and handed it to Anna.

"Go ahead and give it to Admisoor. He knows what to do. Give him an extra 5 pounds. It's up to him whether he buys the gun on the black market himself or asks Triss for it."

Lin Nuo told the maid to leave. He didn't want to meet that money-grubbing guy, even though the other party was 'Lin Nuo' to some extent.

After Anna left, Lin Nuo arranged a new sacrificial ceremony. This time, the ceremony to sacrifice to the Fool was much simpler than the previous ceremony to the statue of the Original Demon Goddess.

He took out another piece of silver and carved a mysterious pattern on it, consisting of the "eye without pupil" symbolizing secrecy and the "twisted line" symbolizing change.

"A fool who does not belong to this era"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog"

"The Yellow and Black King Who Controls Good Luck"

"Your faithful servant begs for your attention."

"Please accept his offering."

“Please open the gates of your kingdom.”

Lin Nuo chanted the spell in the ancient Hermetic language while using the remaining spiritual materials to vibrate and resonate.

As Lin Nuo watched, a blurry passage appeared in the world before him. He could see the swirling gray fog in it, as if the Kingdom of Fools had really opened its doors for him.

After Lin Nuo threw the cigarette box containing Sealed Object 2-049 into the passage, the illusory passage disappeared.

Call ~

The originally lit candle went out silently, but Lin Nuo still stared in that direction for a long time without saying a word, as if he was waiting for the gaze of that great being to really leave.

Another hour passed before Lin Nuo began to clean up the waste on the table that had lost all its spirituality and turned into residue. Only then did he sigh that Mr. Fool treated his believers really well.

“Mr. Fool really cares about believers. Not only does he keep everything simple, he doesn’t have any complicated requirements for the altar and rituals, and some of the spiritual materials he recommends are very common materials that can be purchased for just a dozen pounds.”

"Even I was able to complete the ritual using materials that lacked spirituality just now. It seems that the other party should be a great being who is not particular about details!"

Lin Nuo remembered the large box of silver flakes, herbal powder, and natural minerals in his underground warehouse, and decided to give all those things to Klein before leaving Tingen.

He now found that he actually didn't need these low-level materials much.