Chapter 102: A Dreaming Journey

‘The original [Scarlet Creator] was crazy, and the offspring [Black Sun] he gave birth liked to burn believers and play, and he was also crazy. ’

'The existence of [Flesh Mother Tree] and [Insect Cocoon], etc., once they respond to believers, will inevitably bring madness and pollution. There is not much logic in their actions, and they can also be classified into the ranks of 'full madness'. ’

'But at this time, Si Sui has been able to weave conspiracies and intervene in the world... Although he still likes blood sacrifices and destruction, he feels that he has changed from 'full madness' to 'half madness'... It's not easy to deal with. ’

‘Could it be that… with the replacement of the gods, they are expelling madness and pollution? ’

In Aaron's heart, a guess could not help but emerge: 'Or is it related to the development of mysticism in the past thousand years? ’

Due to the lack of key information, he could not imagine the cause and effect.

After the exchange or swearing and complaining ended, the 'Jazz' announced the official start of the free trading session.

Aaron received a note from the attendant: "I have a piece of knowledge about Si Sui, in the rose room!"

He stood up and came to the side of the basement, where he could see small doors on the wall, with signs of gorse, iris, roses, etc. on the doors.

He found the rose-marked room and went in.

The secret room is not big, similar to the private room of a cafe, which accommodates two sofas and a tea table in the middle.

On a sofa, a hooded woman was already waiting.

"Hello, I'm Dove!"

Miss White Pigeon's voice is clear, and she should be young.

Aaron sat down: "You have the knowledge about Si Sui, how to prove the authenticity?"

This aspect requires the eyes of traders to distinguish between authenticity, because once the transaction is over, neither party will admit it.

"Hee hee... The knowledge about Si Sui in my hand is called "Sleepwalking", I can show you the contents of the first page, as for the latter, I guarantee that they are true, I have already mixed in this circle For two years, with considerable credibility, you can ask Mr. Knowledge."

Miss Dove said frankly.

"Let me consider."

Aaron is going to spend at least one page of prostitution.

"Can!"

Miss Dove took out a thin book from her robe and spread it out to the first page: "Be careful, it is written in the language of the spiritual world, do you understand the language of the spiritual world? It has power in itself, and the content of the writing is different. It is a description related to symbols such as Si Sui, which can easily cause spiritual pollution!"

"fine."

Aaron looked to the first page.

I saw paler words on the pale pages, like snowflakes about to disappear on the window.

They are written in the spirit world script, and the tip of the pen seems to be dancing slightly, which is easily distracting.

With this messy and frantic brushstroke, the writer recorded what seems to be a travelogue:

[Dream world is outside the white wall]

[Every sleepwalker will cross the white wall at least once or twice in his life]

...

[Nameless beings are dying, surrounded by betrayers. They take away the magical stems and branches, and distribute flowers and fruits to visitors. Whoever tastes the lotus seeds will dream of dead wives, children, and servants, but can never stray again]

[They are deserters, they are feast attendants, they are 'lotus eaters']

...

[Three have passed away, one was swallowed by the serpent, one was burned by the corona, and the other was deprived of the inalienable realm... but the secret history will still be remembered]

...

Aaron touched the line of frantic and even inexplicable words with his belly.

Inexplicably, he had a feeling that the content of this book was real.

"Who is its author?"

"It's one of my ancestors." Miss White Pigeon replied: "He is very good at sleepwalking in the virtual world, but after a sleepwalk, he didn't know what happened and went completely crazy. This book was originally written by him using his own blood. Written in ink, each word was very bright and dazzling, but then they gradually faded from their original color to pure white..."

"So... how many pounds are you going to sell?" Aaron began to ask the price.

"I think... it is worth at least 150 pounds. Although it does not involve the knowledge of the secret transmission and the original level, an ordinary person may be stimulated to arouse his spirituality by reading it, dreaming of the strange virtual world... ... What's more, it involves those great beings!" Miss White Pigeon said.

The virtual world, the dream world, the underworld, the ether world, the light world, the inner world, etc... are all other names for the spiritual world.

"I think most ordinary people who read it will be crazy." Aaron tapped the book lightly with his fingers and began to lower the price: "75 pounds is a suitable price. After all, it is very thin, and I don't know. How much of the next content is left, whether it has authenticity... Besides, knowledge can be transcribed."

"I could lower the price a bit, but £75 is unacceptable, £140!"

Although Miss White Pigeon is very imposing, she leaked the details.

Aaron's mouth curled into a smile, and he finally completed the transaction at a price of 100 pounds.

He took out his wallet, took out most of the banknotes in it, and counted it to Miss White Pigeon in person.

Miss White Dove flipped her fingers nimbly and seemed to be very good at counting money.

After a while, she nodded: "The deal is done!"

Aaron nodded, put the book of "Sleepwalking" under his arm, and walked out of the rose room.

Outside the door, there was another attendant waiting, who handed over another note.

‘I have some spiritual materials on hand, Iris House! ’

Aaron read it and was speechless, but he still walked to another private room: 'I'm running out of money, I hope the other party will accept the form of barter...'

He opened the door, suddenly startled.

He recognized that the big man sitting and drinking beer was the 'beast' who was going to recruit people to find the treasure!

"Hello."

Aaron sat down and let the soft sofa support his body: "I heard that you have some 'Yao' spiritual materials for sale?"

"Yes, you can choose!"

The 'Beast' placed some odds and ends on the tea table one by one.

They include black rusted iron pieces, blank sheepskins that burned most of them, and a few stones stained with blood...

Aaron touched one by one with his hands, and relied on the Illuminator's identification of all things, and soon obtained relevant information, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"They're all pretty cheap. Since you're a newcomer, 20 pounds a piece is a friendship price."

The Beast took a gulp of beer: "Of course, if you don't have the money, just join my exploration team and they'll all be yours."

"Although it is indeed a material rich in the spirituality of 'Yao'..." Aaron raised his head, his voice gloomy: "But they all carry terrifying pollution and are already trash... Mr. Beast, are you right? "

The action of the 'beast' froze for a moment, and he laughed dryly: "Haha... I'm just joking, your appreciation ability is good, did you learn it from 'knowledge'?"

Spiritual materials can be used to make spells, potions, and magical items with a certain time-limitation.

But contaminated material is worthless and even harmful!