Guess?
If possible, I'd like to crush your head!
A person's broken expression is uncontrollable.
He felt that what he was facing now was a lunatic with out-of-the-box thinking, and it was impossible to measure Naomi's behavior using a normal person's way of thinking.
Naomi sneered, and the bright red blood on her face looked very penetrating against the candlelight.
"From your eyes, I see powerlessness and anger. In fact, you don't have to be afraid. He will enter your body very gently. Believe me, you will like that kind of pleasure."
"Once you experience that feeling, you will never be able to live without it."
Madam, would you like to think carefully about what word you are talking about?
"Oh! I'm sorry, it makes me look unladylike, but that feeling is really crazy."
Naomi teased Joey like a love expert.
"The way you look now makes me feel sick."
After testing her with words several times, Joey was convinced that Naomi was a stupid and ignorant woman.
It was almost impossible to extract information about the evil god from her. She was now like a schizophrenic madman, and many of the things she said were inconsistent.
In this case, there is no need to act anymore.
Joey slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and looked at Naomi with a look of pity.
Strangely, he didn't catch even a trace of nervousness on Naomi's face.
She was still painting symbols with blood.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? As a sacrifice to the evil god, I have the right to execute you directly, and the royal family and the church will also give me a large reward." Joey used threats to try to arouse Naomi's emotions.
No one can deal with life and death indifferently.
The idea is good, but the reality is often the opposite. Naomi raised her bloodless face and stared at Joey with her scarlet eyes.
At this time, Naomi's beautiful dress was dyed red.
She stretched out a finger and pointed at a huge painting behind Joey.
It is shaped like a door, standing quietly, with a unique and mysterious shape.
This door presents a deep black color, just like the universe hiding countless secrets in the night sky, and like the abyss containing endless terror.
Its surface is covered with complex lines, which are like ancient runes and seem to be whispering some secrets that no one can understand.
On the top of the door is a pair of huge eyes, like two deep black holes, swallowing up all the light and warmth. It silently watched everything around it, exuding a creepy chill.
When your eyes interact with these eyes, you will feel a strong fear, as if your heart has been cut open by a cold blade, and your soul has been deeply penetrated by those eyes.
"He's about to open it."
"The door to the stars, the guardian of death and rebirth"
Door?
Why is there a door here?
Looking at the eyes on the door, Joey took several steps back, keeping himself as far away as possible.
His shape is very similar to the Gate of the Abyss I saw under the Sheriff's Department. Are the two related?
Watcher of death and rebirth?
Which god has this authority?
Every time like this, Joey laments that he was not reincarnated into a noble family, so that he could receive nine years of compulsory education and not be blinded by a mysterious incident now.
The symbols Naomi carved on the ground seemed to come alive after the door appeared, like little tadpoles, twisting and gathering in one direction.
She put her hands on the ground, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the door unsteadily.
Joey took two steps back and looked at Naomi intently.
Naomi walked to the door, clasped her hands together, and began to recite the mantra devoutly:
"Gate of ten thousand doors, noblest traveler of the stars, open for me the path to death."
. . .
"I swear in the name of the sun to dedicate everything to you."
After a series of fervent prayers, Naomi took off the ring on her finger, put it on the ground, and pushed towards the door.
Just like that, after a few seconds, the door, which was originally just a painting, slowly opened to both sides.
Naomi looked at the open door. She stood up excitedly and wanted to rush inside. A strong energy pushed her back and fell to the ground. The wax of the candlelight instantly ignited the hem of her skirt.
The pain that burned her skin made Naomi wail in pain. She rolled on the ground and it took a long time to extinguish the flames, but most of her skin was exposed.
Darkness, chaos, abyss.
Every adjective Joey could think of applied to the door.
The door opened, and inside was a dark abyss.
Naomi carried a ceramic jar and staggered toward the door. Perhaps because of her physical weakness, she almost lost her hands several times.
It also caused the contents inside to pour out, which was a sticky red mass, a product of frozen blood.
"I pray for death's gaze"
"I pray for the call of the soul"
"I pray for the favor of the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates"
"Gate to the abyss from the starry sky, please open the way to death for me"
"Traveler wandering in the starry sky, please convey my love."
"Come back! Eric Jeff"
Joey couldn't help but think of the spiritual conjuring that the old man said in his previous life. The two were very similar.
He observed carefully, not missing any detail.
This was the second time he came into contact with ritual magic. The first time was at the Carson Silver Mine, when Keen summoned the evil god. That time he was promoted to the Nine Lucky Masters.
I have never seen a dead soul in my previous life, nor in this life.
What is the soul like after death?
Could it be that kind of transparent light refractor?
At this time, the candle light in the basement began to sway, getting bigger and smaller. There was no wind here.
Immediately afterwards, the candles fell down one after another, the wax spread all over the floor, and the flames grew instantly.
If he couldn't find the exit, Joey would have run away long ago.
Thinking of this, he looked depressed.
The basement is very small. The total space is only about ten square meters. The important thing is that there is no door or exit in this place.
I really don’t know how Naomi brought him here.
"Erich Jeff, come back! Come back!"
Naomi was chanting the prayer over and over again.
Suddenly, a weak gust of wind blew out of the hollow door, and the original burning flame was extinguished in an instant, and the only remaining light was the gas lamp on the wall.
After a while, the extinguished candle was rekindled.
Naomi turned her head happily and looked at Joey lovingly.
Si~
After seeing her face clearly, Joey took a sharp breath.
Before, Naomi's left and right faces showed two expressions, like two different faces put together. Now she has a complete face, a man's face.
Was the summoning successful?
The summoned soul descended on Naomi, so what role did I play?
Joey's face was full of astonishment, and he carefully recalled the brief seconds when the candle was extinguished.
It seemed like something really jumped out from the door, swam around his body and then disappeared.
"Eric, you are still blaming me for treating me. I really love you so much that I did those things to you."
She thought I was the resurrected Eric Jeff?
Joey was not in a hurry to respond, but walked towards the door.
Strangely, as he approached, an eye suddenly appeared on the door frame.
His eyes were rolling around, which was a sign of pleasure and excitement.
This feeling is very similar to the Gate of the Abyss that I encountered in the basement of the Sheriff's Department.
Could the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates be Sealed Artifact 0-09?
"Are you Naomi now?" Joey asked warily, "Or should I call you Eric Jeff?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I am Naomi." Naomi paused in her defense, and then shouted hysterically: "You are not him, you are not Jeff, you are Joey."
"Why, why is there no resurrection? You lied to me. Why did you lie to me?"
"This has nothing to do with me, you have to find someone to teach you this method," Joey said helplessly, spreading his hands.
"Damn the Necromancer, they lied to me." Naomi overturned the sacrificial platform with a ferocious expression and presented the tribute.
Joey really wanted to say something: Sister, how about you go out and cause trouble for the sect and let me, an innocent person, go.
His attention had actually been fixed on Naomi's face, that male face.
The resurrection ritual may have been successful, but the thing that descended seemed to have arrived on Naomi.
Necromancer Sect, you and I are really entangled!
He never expected that this matter would be related to the sect. In fact, what Joey didn't know was that the situation he was encountering now was happening in different urban areas throughout Senegal.
The words that came out of Naomi's mouth were completely different from the expression on her face.
It was like she was roaring angrily, but the expression on her face was one of joy and excitement.
Should I escape above the gray fog?
Or, kill Naomi directly now?
. . .
Naomi's violent coughing disrupted Joey's chaotic thoughts. She seemed to be in serious condition, and the things she coughed up were mixed with blood clots.
Joey looked at her solemnly and asked tentatively:
"Naomi, are you okay?"
He couldn't be sure whether Naomi was still in control of this body now.
Joey's sudden voice seemed to wake up Naomi. She turned her head and said in a low and rich voice:
"Why don't you let me go?"
Her words made Joey feel confused. Who would she refuse to let go?
Immediately, he asked tentatively: "Erich Jeff?"
Naomi stared at Joey in surprise: "Who are you and how do you know me?"
Sure enough, the person in this body now is not 'Naomi'.
"I am your wife's neighbor, and I am renting her house now. Naomi is a kind-hearted lady. I think she has been bewitched by 'certain' beings, and is currently conducting a ritual. She is the one who will transfer your soul to her." Summoned back." Joey tried his best to clarify the context of the matter and expressed his goodwill to 'this person'.
However, after listening to Joey's words, 'Naomi' fell into madness.
She roared, knelt on the ground and begged in an almost pleading tone: "Let me go, please let me go."
Is this expansion wrong?
Shouldn't he be very happy that he came back from the dead?
He expected that in many situations, Eric Jeff would shout excitedly, singing about his new life, and would praise the magic of life.
I never expected that he would be in this state.
There were so many things that he couldn't figure out, and his mind just felt like a mess.
At this time, the crazy 'Naomi' suddenly picked up a short blade on the ground and tried to stab herself in the heart.
The sudden situation caught Joey off guard. He jumped up and kicked Naomi's already weak body far away.
'Naomi' looked over in astonishment. He seemed to be wondering why this person wanted to stop him from committing suicide.
"Well, Mr. Erich" he added 'ma'am' in his mind, "I want to know, what happened that made you have the idea of committing suicide?"
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Joey changed the topic and asked tentatively: "Don't you want to meet Naomi?"
At the mention of this name, he seemed to be greatly stimulated. He banged his head crazily and tried to block his ears.
"No, no, no, I don't want to see that devil!"
demon?
Aren't you an enviable couple?
In Naomi's story, they are an enviable couple who love each other and transcend worldly classes.
"You know, she is a madman, she locked me in a cage..."
Joey heard another version of the love story from 'him'.
In that story, Naomi became a woman who deliberately used her body to gain dominance.
She used her body as a bargaining chip and carefully planned every step to make her prey fall into a trap.
At the end of the story, Naomi controlled everything about Erich almost to the point of madness. He could not even look at other women. In order to restrain Erich, he cut off both of his feet and put him in a cage.
Eric Jeff committed suicide. In Naomi's almost perverted love, he chose to end his life.
Two perspectives, two stories.
One is a girl from a poor family who meets the right man.
The other is a rich young man who falls into a prey trap.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to say that Naomi was better at telling stories. At least she let him listen to a complete love story.
Eric Jeff's story is filled with nothing but insult and hatred.
"Believe me, Naomi is a lunatic. You'd better stay away from her if you don't want to be the next me."
etc? Please, what do you mean by this? It's like you and I have nothing to do with each other.
Joey said innocently: "Mr. Erich, I am just an ordinary person and have nothing to do with Naomi. She has a good figure, but I prefer white skin."
What he said was almost like being told directly, "I'm not blind."
In fact, in Senegal, the definition of beauty and ugliness is very vague. In many cases, it is not based on appearance or skin color, but on identity.
Identity can often determine a person's beauty and popularity.
For two silver coins, you can enjoy a fair-skinned and beautiful woman. Women, no, maybe it should be said, men and women, in Senegal, are not valuable. The value is only in blood banks with better purity.
