Not on the continent of Phaedras... Weinerson recited this description silently, his expression gradually changed from confusion to horror, and without speaking any more, he followed Wright out of the carriage.
Here is a sky of twinkling stars, just like an astronaut standing on the moon in a previous life and looking at the sky. Surrounded by countless stars, in the center is a single-family house with a garden and a shape that is very close to the medieval style.
Outside the hollow iron door, the starry sky was still shining in a complicated manner at first, but it became regular in an instant. These stars seemed to be alive, automatically arranging and forming a wide road.
Every fifty meters on both sides of the road, there is a street lamp made of twinkling stars. They are different from gas street lamps. The entire pillars are shining brightly, like crystal "arts", cold and cold. Warmth dances together, stars and mystery coexist.
Walking on the star-covered road, Weinerson followed Wright and entered the house through the half-open iron door.
The moment he walked in, Weinerson felt a warmth surrounding him, and an unknown aroma floated in the room. It smelled a bit like the fried chicken he had eaten in his previous life, and it went straight to the two-story house.
"Is this what food tastes like?"
Weinerson said curiously, but as soon as he finished speaking, his hair suddenly stood up and he looked around. He always felt that he was in the dark corner of the house, in the gap of twinkling stars outside the window, on the top floor of the house, in the fireplace pipe, in a Behind the display furniture, there seemed to be pairs of eyes peering at him, and there were smooth spiritual tentacles touching him!
"The mental predictions of mathematicians are not wrong."
Although there is no one here, Weinerson seems to be in a lively street, where people come and go with extremely pale faces.
This strange contrast, this strange feeling, made his body tense up, and a cold air slowly climbed up from his tailbone to his brain, soaking into his spinal cord.
"Teacher, something's wrong!" He couldn't help but remind Wright that there was something wrong with this house. It didn't have the atmosphere of welcoming an acquaintance at all.
Wright walked sideways without changing his expression and replied flatly:
"Don't worry, just follow me."
Seeing that his teacher had said this, Weinerson endured the creepy feeling of being touched, spied on, and looked at by spirits, and followed step by step to the single-family house.
This is much more exciting than going to the famous haunted house in my previous life. I swear, if ordinary people stay like this for a long time, they will definitely become crazy...
"Ordinary people don't have to stay long. As long as they get close, fear will engulf them."
Just as Wright reached out to pull the door handle, Weinerson quickly looked back. The flowers were swaying in the wind, and an illusory human face quickly enlarged.
"Come in, my old man." A slightly ethereal voice came from inside the house.
Wright opened the door and walked in. An old man with short blond hair, slightly white temples, and cheeks covered with traces of wind and frost appeared in front of him. He was Wade Benjamin.
"How do you feel now?"
The chandelier in the living room in the back room was not lit. A leather sofa with one main and two pairs of configurations surrounded the marble coffee table. On the other side, there was a mouthful of thick liquid with dark green foam, the fried chicken that I smelled before. The aroma is diffused from here.
"Damn it, it's poison." Wei Nasen looked at the dark green liquid that was bubbling in Gulu, swallowed the saliva in his throat, and couldn't help but cursed.
"hiss!"
Benjamin snapped his fingers, and a candle was inexplicably lit on the coffee table. However, the flame of the wick was not the familiar yellow, but a strange blue-purple color, casting the entire house in a swaying and strange color.
"Please sit down first."
Benjamin showed the unique etiquette of Ghent people. Wright shook his robe, sat on the sofa, and took off his monocle.
"The situation is like what we see now, and there is still a lack of medicinal materials."
"What medicinal materials?"
"Hot heart blood."
Weinerson stood aside and did not sit down, but carefully looked at Benjamin in front of him. Compared with the Benjamin he saw now, compared with the one he first met at the gate of Reina's city-state in Ruin No. 003, he felt inexplicably different. I feel that the person in front of me is indeed the rightful owner, an ancient white angel...
Hot heart blood, what is that?
Benjamin, who had a weathered face, raised his head slightly, glanced at Wright and said:
"Only one drop of heart blood containing justice, protection, and salvation is enough, but there is no such person in this world. The little guy in front of you seems to have it, but you are willing to give him to me ?"
Blood? The blood in the heart...did I just say heart blood? Wait, Benjamin is brewing something, and he now needs the last ingredient, which is the blood of the heart?
"I'll give it to you, will you take it?"
Benjamin sighed and turned his attention to Weinerson: "It's really tricky. I like this little guy very much..."
"Anyway, I have been waiting for it. After thousands of years of collecting it, I only need this one material. It can be gathered together. As long as you don't leave this house, your spirit will not dissipate."
"The King Bomb Organization needs to re-emerge, otherwise those guys will quickly forget who is the overlord of the star field."
"The wheel of the times is moving forward, and there is no way around it. However, appropriate lessons are necessary, but now I am worried that the dark guys from before will come back."
"You mean... Kuroshio?"
"Actually, you can sit down and listen." Wright turned his head and looked at Weinerson.
"Okay, okay teacher." Weinerson nodded, took a few steps over, and sat down honestly, his heart lifted unconsciously.
I always feel that I have heard something very remarkable, what star field, what dominance, what black tide, etc...
"I really don't know where these dark guys come from. The natural disasters of the Third Age must never be repeated again."
"Still investigating. Maybe we will get some clues soon. I have discovered their traces. These ugly guys are invading dreams and reality. It seems that the pain of the third era has been forgotten."
Is Kuroshio the instigator of the third era of natural disasters? Is the dark tide invading dreams and reality? Weinerson seemed to have been struck by a bolt from the blue, and he increasingly felt that his thinking was being subverted.
"It's really troublesome. Invading dreams and reality is their best method. Sometimes I even think that they are the real monsters and we are just cubs." Benjamin said bitterly.
"Let's not mention this matter. The top priority is still your problem. Regarding the fiery heart blood, I think Weinerson can help you. Of course, it is not his, but he will help you find it."
"Ah I?"
As Benjamin took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from the hidden pocket on his waist, he looked at Weinerson with a smile from his weathered eyes and said:
"If you can really find it, just put it in this bottle."
Wright nodded and said:
"Let me introduce, Benjamin is the third patriarch of the Wangzha Organization. You are the Holy Son of the Wangzha Organization and the Holy Lord who will lead the Wangzha Church in the future. Helping the elders now is equivalent to a grace."
It's not that I don't want to, the main thing is that I can find it... Weinason was speechless for a while, and put away the small dark green bottle on the table with surprise in his eyes.
