What is the righteous god...... Pillars of the World?

The moment Annan heard this, a cold current surged from the bottom up in the back of his head, and a low buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the depths of his mind-

At that moment, Annan had many hallucinations.

It's like hearing someone whispering something behind you that you don't understand, and there is a rustling sound in your ears;

It was like seeing a stranger silently looking at himself in a dusty space, and a sudden chill felt in his heart;

For example, there are many people around him who are constantly smoking, so that the air is filled with smoke that is almost substantial, and even unable to open his eyes, making Annan feel that his throat is too dry to breathe, and he is constantly choking:

"Ahem, ahem—"

…… What is, what?

In Annan's eyes, the figures of Paper Ji and Alexander suddenly began to blur.

As Annan choked, a lot of smoke, a lot of dust, and a lot of haze continued to appear around him. They were large enough to obscure everything around Annan, and everything around them turned gray.

At this time, Annan had already realized that he should have triggered some kind of condition, and then fell into some hallucination-

At the moment when the smoke and dust around him cleared, Annan tried his best to peek into the fog.

Fragments of memory flashed before his eyes:

A white-haired woman who looked somewhat similar to the paper hime, but was taller, taller, with a majestic face and a cold and stern temperament, appeared in front of Annan's eyes:

—Annan. Anna. ”

She spat out the dragon language in her mouth, and her voice was low and complex: "Is this the name you gave yourself?"

"I agreed. Your father is there, and I will go and speak for you. ”

Immediately after that, there is the second memory:

"—you're in luck."

The little blonde girl who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old played with the dice, and her eyes smiled like a crescent: "At least this year can ......"

“…… Next year? Not...... You don't have a next year to talk about. ”

"—I am the eighth, and you will be the seventh."

The sixteen-year-old boy in a white robe, with white hair and white skin, had colorful rainbow light shining in his eyes, a gentle smile and a clear voice: "Sky train, don't make us wait too long. ”

"—Frostborn."

The black-haired blacksmith with knotted muscles and a naked upper body mends his scars, each of which glows with a lava-like light, and at first glance he is a man who is not good at words.

He looked at the drawings in his hand and frowned: "It's really weird. Frostspawn seeks something new. Can your heart still frost?

"That's it. It's called an internal combustion engine, right? Not the heat of transpiration, but the fire of explosion. I remembered. Nice idea. I'll give it a try. ”

"—Nice story. You call it Hamlet, don't you? ”

The old man with a hooked nose and deep eyes with an arrogant expression put down the manuscript, knocked on the handrail rhythmically with one hand, and looked over with a smile: "But it shouldn't have been made up by you." I came out, these stories don't belong to you.

"Don't repeat other people's stories, kid. Why don't you tell me about your life in another world...... That's your story. ”

"—I feel it."

The beautiful woman with long blood-colored hair draped over the floor, dressed in a heavy, plain blood-colored papal robe, smiled compassionately, demonically, and motherly, holding a blood-soaked golden cup in both hands, which was placed in front of her lower abdomen.

And she knelt in front of Annan at this moment, and asked Annan to rest his head on her chest and look down at the blood in the chalice in her abdomen. She lowered her eyes gently, touched Annan's neck with a warm neck, and whispered dreamily: "What you long for is immaculate light." You thirst for the fire of righteousness.

"You will have light for blood and fire for your heart...... The Pillar of the Crane. ”

Beneath the woman, the long hair and robes that touched the ground turned to dark red blood. Behind her was a carpet of bloodstain that led straight from the other end.

"—is that your choice, Annan?"

The immature girl with silver hair and purple eyes, beautiful appearance, and about seventeen or eighteen years old looked over with some concern: "The road to justice? You don't have to listen to the woman with the glass.

"The 'Righteous Heart' is the most discerning of holy bones. IMHO, it certainly doesn't look down on your character...... Why don't you try 'perseverance' or 'patience'? ”

The girl was sitting in the arms of a dark-haired woman who looked four or five years older than her. The black-haired woman's eyes were wrapped in black cloth bands, but her arms were tightly wrapped around the silver-haired girl, and she sat on her lap with her lips closed and said nothing.

But inexplicably, Annan always felt that she was talking silently.

But just as Annan tried to listen, he suddenly realized that it was just a dream.

Immediately afterward, Annan faintly heard something.

“…… Annan? Annan? ”

He heard the anxious shouts of the paper hime.

He was suddenly awakened from his dream.

At this time, Annan realized that he was lying on his stomach in front of the table, and Paper Ji was concerned and nervous, hugged Annan's shoulder from behind, and stretched out a hand to cushion Annan's forehead.

She felt Annan wake up for the first time, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“…… What happened to you? ”

Paper Ji helped Annan sit up and asked Annan, "You have triggered some kind of ritual on you...... I saw traces of the Silent Lady, so I didn't dare to interrupt. ”

"No interruption is...... Correct...... Sure ......"

Annan felt his voice a little hoarse.

The more he spoke, the more he felt like he couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say anything.

At this time, Paper Ji suddenly reacted.

"Wait, I see...... Annan, don't be in a hurry to speak yet. ”

She soothed Annan a little, patted Annan on the back, and looked at Alexander and asked; "Is there a terrarium? Pure glass, water cups, ashtrays are fine. It's better to be bigger. ”

"Ah...... Hold on. ”

Alexander nodded, turned and walked into the back room.

The man, who had a fierce face but a sense of security, quickly took out a fish tank from the house with a few droplets of water remaining.

I don't know where the fish inside went.

"Do you need to wipe it clean? Is this big enough? ”

He asked Paper Hime.

Paper Ji shook her head and looked at the fish tank with a slight hesitation: "It's a little too big...... But it's okay. ”

She placed the fish bowl on the table and told Annan to stand up, put his hand on the fish tank, and put his wrist in the sun.

"Remember not to speak for a while, if I don't let you speak, you won't say a word."

After warning Annan, the paper girl gently ran her fingernails across Annan's slender and white wrists while chanting in a low voice: "The silent thing comes to this urn...... The blood of oblivion comes in this urn. ”

Blood poured out of Annan's wrist in an instant.

But it wasn't red blood, but it wasn't dark red.

It's a grayish-black, ink-like sticky paste. As soon as it appeared, it was like fleeing the sun, flowing quickly over the skin and falling from the fingertips.

It did not leave the slightest trace on Annan's skin, not even discoloring his skin.

Looking at this thing, Annan instantly thought of the filling of black sesame rice balls, and then thought of the prepared black sesame paste......

"It's the 'Silent Man's Ointment.'"

"It's also called 'Forgotten Blood', and it's a high-level mantra material. ”