paranoianovel Chapter 351 Bad Luck
Chapter 351 Bad Luck
Chapter 351 Bad Luck
Inside the "Azure Wind" inn, several figures, their arms around each other's shoulders and tugging at their clothes, quickly came into view.
pat!
The door to the sanctuary was pushed open, and a sleepy-eyed figure yawned as he walked out.
Their eyes met, and they fell into a silent silence.
After a moment of stunned silence, the guest who had just emerged from the bathroom finally came to his senses, his mind still sluggish from sleep.
He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, a hand suddenly reached out and covered his mouth, leaving him only able to make some whimpering sounds.
Snapped!
A dull pain shot through the back of his neck, and the unlucky guy, who had just finished relieving himself, collapsed on the spot.
Danitz stared wide-eyed at Gehrman Sparrow, who expressionlessly withdrew his hand, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
Klein looked at him coldly and said, "Put him back on the bed."
"Huh? He's not dead?"
Danitz looked somewhat dazed; he had thought that Gehrman Sparrow had simply killed the unfortunate guy.
...Although he didn't kill anyone, judging from the skillful technique he used just now, Gehrman Sparrow must have knocked people out of the back quite often.
While cursing under his breath, he dragged the unfortunate guest, who had collapsed on the floor, back to the bedroom bed.
Back in the living room, Danitz asked curiously, "This is troublesome. What if this guy remembers us when he wakes up tomorrow?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No, I've already planted a psychological suggestion in him; it's just a dream to him."
"Otherwise, why do you think Gehrman Sparrow didn't knock him out immediately?"
Danitz: ...
Ha, you guys work together pretty well.
Ignoring Danitz's hesitant expression, Cyril turned and went to the wall with the fireplace, placing his hand on it.
With a slight twist of his wrist, a blurry, intangible, dark blue door suddenly appeared.
"Let's go."
As he spoke, he took the lead and stepped through the "door".
After crossing several rooms, the three finally returned to their respective temporary rooms.
Looking at the familiar charred mark on the living room floor, Danitz muttered with a sigh, "Is that guy's teleportation always this unreliable? No wonder he had to make an emergency stop on our 'Golden Dream' before."
Klein glanced at him indifferently, and the latter immediately covered his mouth, shaking his head with a laugh: "I was just joking, trying to lighten the mood, hehe..."
"Just the fact that we escaped right under the nose of that Sea King from the Storm Church is something I could brag about on the ship for a year."
Klein crouched down and placed his right hand, adorned with "Wriggling Hunger," on the corpse of "Iron" Maiviti.
As he waited for the "wriggling hunger" to feed and to graze the new souls, he said, "A big guy just passed by in the nearby spirit world."
Huh? How come I didn't know that?
Danitz blinked in confusion. If he didn't know Gehrman Sparrow's temperament well, he would have suspected that the other man was trying to fool him.
Klein shook his head expressionlessly: "Your spiritual intuition and inspiration are too weak."
Of course, I only noticed that eerie, ominous, and violent aura the moment I left the spirit world.
While the two were talking, the corpse of "Steel" Maiviti on the floor had been almost completely devoured by "Wriggling Hunger".
Above the mouth that split open in the palm of what looked like a thin glove made of human skin, two bright red eyes, seemingly stained with blood, also split open.
Ugh!
A biting gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the room, swirling and twisting around the last remaining fragment of "Iron" McVitie's body, forming an almost transparent human figure.
In the dim light, one could still see the transparent figure's thick lips and steel-bead-like curls.
Its expression was one of extreme pain and resistance, yet it was powerless to do anything but let out a painful scream as it slowly slid into the mouth of the "wriggling hunger," becoming one of the many souls it "herded."
goo~
Danitz shrank back and scurried back to his room, looking rather disheveled.
After slamming the door shut, he leaned against it and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was definitely a ravenous hunger," he thought, never imagining that this terrifying and powerful artifact would fall into the hands of Gehrman Sparrow after the death of Hurricane General Ziringus.
"Perhaps Zilingus's death was related to the secret organization behind him."
"His display of writhing hunger right in front of me must have been a warning that if I didn't obey, I would become food for that glove, like 'steel.'"
As he pondered this, Danitz's expression suddenly turned one of grief and indignation.
Back in her room, Sirion silently shattered a phantom, shimmering crystal ball, turning it into starlight-like fragments that scattered into the air.
After completing a counter-divination and counter-tracking interference, he took out a gold coin and flicked it into the air with a clang.
After repeating this several times, he put away the gold coins and let out a soft sigh.
"There's more to this story, but it's not too dangerous..."
"I didn't expect Aquaman to arrive so quickly, and then there's Blood Admiral Señor, he even showed up in Bayam. Is this a chain reaction caused by some of my previous actions?"
"Klein should have done a divination before the operation. He, uh... maybe he included me in the divination, which caused some errors."
"Señor possesses a magical item that can temporarily increase his luck, giving him a high probability of escaping from 'Sea King,' but the subsequent backlash from misfortune will undoubtedly be severe."
"I'll meditate now to restore my spirituality; maybe I can catch up with his period of bad luck."
As he whispered, he looked down at a dark red patch embedded in the crevices of his left fingernail. It was a piece of flesh he had torn off when he stuffed the seal he had "borrowed" from the Punisher into Señor's body.
To gather his scattered thoughts, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
Above the gray fog, inside that ancient palace that resembled the dwelling place of a giant.
Klein sat in the "Fool's" seat, holding a citrine pendant, repeatedly performing divination.
A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, looked at the pendant in his hand that was rotating counterclockwise in a small way, defying the laws of nature, and let out a soft breath.
"One should not blindly believe in divination..."
The danger I initially thought came from the Church of Storms' punishers, but I never expected it to be "Blood General" Señor.
"This pirate general not only infiltrated Bayam silently, but also personally participated in the hunt for Danitz. It seems he's quite interested in Vice Admiral Iceberg's key to the Grim Reaper's treasure."
"But the problem is, that key had nothing to do with Death's treasure from the very beginning..."
After muttering a few words, Klein put down the citrine pendant in his hand, summoned the charred skeleton left behind by Eric Drake from the pile of clutter, and conjured up paper and pen at the same time.
He wanted to find out why Eric Delein had targeted him and what the other man's current situation was.
After writing down the divination phrases and reciting them a few times, he quickly fell asleep through meditation.
In a daze, he vaguely saw a small town shrouded in dark mist, and a steeple church with an ancient feel.
At the same time, he heard a familiar, long-forgotten phrase: "Honakis... Fregra..."
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"Honakis....Fregra....
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In the daze brought on by the eating, he saw a series of vaguely familiar figures, all shouting the same name: "Adam!"
In the blurry, unreal scene, the surrounding dark mist seemed to be gently caressed by an unseen hand, obscuring all the images and sounds.
He then exited the state of being in the dream.
"The Kingdom of Night...is related to the murmurs I heard when I advanced in my cultivation!"
"Was shouting Adam's name so that he would get the attention of the Twilight Hermit leader, whose every word is known?"
"But why are so many people chanting Adam's name together?"
"Wasn't Eric Drake, the famous hermit of the Middle Sonia Sea, the only one sent to the Night Kingdom?"
"Are there his companions there, or can he create clones of himself, or are there people he controls?"
"It was a bit strange that the screen suddenly appeared. I felt like it appeared quite a while after I fell asleep, as if it was deliberately showing it to me."
""
...Is she a goddess?
He muttered to himself for a moment, then erased the contents of the paper and wrote down a new phrase.
After repeating the mantra several times, he once again entered a meditative state and fell asleep.
At a private dock outside Bayam.
In the washroom of the underground casino run by the dock owner, Señor's pale, almost transparent face suddenly appeared in the mirror of the sink.
A gambler who was relieving himself in the bathroom paused, his brown eyes reflecting the figure of Señor, who wore an old tricorn hat, had a pale face, and deep-set eyes.
He then stiffly pulled up his pants and turned to walk towards the door of the bathroom.
The negative effects of his "Lucky Scales" are about to erupt. In his current terrible state, it will be difficult for him to overcome the backlash of luck. Fortunately, this is Bayam, where a saint from the Rose School has recently been staying.
His early arrival in Bayam was partly due to the saint's will; with the saint's help, he was sure he could get through this period of misfortune.
Lost in thought, he arrived at the second floor of the casino. Just as he raised his hand, the door in front of him creaked open by itself.
As he stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a transparent figure quickly materialized on the sofa in the center of the room.
His skin was dark brown, and the wrinkles on his face formed deep furrows. His white hair was sparse, like autumn leaves, giving him a sense of decay, as if he had lived for many, many years.
Señor's figure emerged behind the gambler. He looked at the old man on the sofa and said urgently, "Mr. Jax, my misfortune is about to strike. Could you please help me get through this period?"
The old man, known as Jacks, glanced at him, the malice in his eyes almost tangible.
Señor lowered his head even further; even though they were members of the same organization, even though he was his superior, he still felt more fear than respect for the other person.
Jacks nodded slightly, then his figure quickly became transparent and disappeared from the sofa.
The next second, Señor raised his head, and in his deep gray eyes was reflected the aged figure of Jax.
Then, flesh and blood began to writhe and granulation tissue grew in the charred hole in his chest and abdomen, and the original bowl-sized wound disappeared at a visible speed.
He glanced back at the gambler he had possessed, who had collapsed to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
On the gambler's exposed neck, face, and other parts of his body, there were black handprints of varying sizes, as if invisible hands were groping and tearing at his body.
Click!
The floor beneath Señor's feet suddenly cracked, and he was caught off guard, falling directly to the next level and landing on the newly lit stove.
Before he fell into the furnace, his clothes suddenly tightened, lifting him into the air and floating him out of the room.
Just as he floated out the door, a potted plant covered in fine thorns from the southern continent suddenly fell from the third-floor window, stopping abruptly just before hitting Senor's face.
Snapped!
After Señor left, the bonsai fell to the ground with a thud, shattering into pieces.
Rumble!
The sudden gathering of dark clouds and the deafening thunder in the sky gave Señor a sense of foreboding.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a bolt of silver lightning struck out of nowhere.
Boom!
Where Señor had stood, bricks and dirt flew everywhere, and lightning broke into fine electric snakes that shot toward any conductive objects in the vicinity.
Ugh!
A sudden gust of wind blew a window that wasn't properly closed against the wall, causing the glass to shatter with a crash.
Señor's figure was forced to stand out where the glass had shattered.
Amidst the howling wind, a melodious song, like waves crashing against rocks, began to play, and both Señor and Jax fell into a daze.
The next second, several streaks of silvery lightning fell.
Señor's old tricorn hat instantly turned black and carbonized, his hair stood on end, and his dusty body trembled slightly, unable to control himself.
Jax's figure became prominent behind Señor. He looked up at the figure rushing closer in mid-air, surrounded by the gale, and his tightly closed mouth suddenly opened, letting out a silent shriek.
Under the screech filled with malice and curses, even the howling wind seemed to freeze for a moment.
In the gale, the figure in the dark blue priest's robe briefly lost his balance and control over the wind, and his body fell straight to the ground.
The next moment, countless thin, eerie green ice crystal arrows and illusory skulls shrouded in black mist attacked the figure falling from the sky.
boom!
The silence reverberated, stirring up a wave of air tinged with blackish-green and tiny ice crystals.
Where the blast wave swept, the roadside trees on both sides of the street withered and decayed rapidly, and the surrounding ground and houses looked decades old in an instant.