Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 72: Explore
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Virdu subconsciously swallowed saliva, creating an indescribable sense of fear.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of, and there was no real danger, but a drop of liquid from an unknown source dropped from the height, causing his spine to chill and tighten his pores.
Perhaps the environment here is too gloomy and dead, or the identity and source of the liquid are unknown... Verdu moved cautiously two steps outwards and patiently observed.
In the next few minutes, there were no more abnormalities here, and no more liquid fell from the height.
This makes Verdu reasonably suspect that there was just a flying bird passing by, with a sea fish or freshwater fish in the island's stream in his mouth, and a slightly viscous liquid fell on the surface of the fish.
He calmed down and checked the ruins of the Telegraph Bureau.
In the past ten minutes, Verdu initially confirmed that there are only blood stains and simple murals related to mysticism, which is worth studying.
Instead of recklessly picking up the **** mud and printing bizarre murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his clothes pocket.
As an Astrology Divinator, of course, he must use the best means to confirm whether to take action.
With the left hand holding the crystal ball and the right hand touching the top, Verdu entered the state of "astrology divination".
Next second, the crystal ball bloomed bright rays of light.
Boom!
It exploded directly, throwing debris all around.
... Verdu's eyes were frozen and he stayed in place, ignoring the pain caused by the debris being inserted into his body.
"It exploded...it exploded..." he murmured unacceptably.
The fragments of the crystal ball inserted into his body did not seem to break through the classical robe, and they all fell off at this time, without being stained with blood.
Of course, Verdu had a small amount of crystal ball fragments left on his jaw and face, creating one or more small wounds.
"Who?" Verdu suddenly woke up and turned to look at the other side.
In the ruins opposite, a figure came out, the girl in the pirate ship that was slightly exposed.
She was hidden very well, but was not discovered by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball scared her a moment ago, causing her to make an overwhelming and obvious reaction, which led to stealth failure.
Verdu’s injured face was a little distorted:
"Why are you here?"
The girl raised her lips and made a gesture that she didn't care about:
"This is Bansi Harbor, not your home, why can't I be here?
"I feel bored, get off the boat and take a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry in the ruins, no problem?"
She asked two consecutive questions in a row, not at all meaning to stay away from Verdu.
Virdu didn’t quarrel with her, took out the pre-prepared ointment and medical alcohol, treated the injuries to his face and jaw, and put all the crystal ball fragments he pulled back into his clothing pocket.
He didn’t want to leave blood in such a weird place.
Next, Verdura pulled a decoration on the classical robe.
It is a "gate" pattern composed of three rubies, three emeralds, and three diamonds.
Almost instantly, the robe tightened violently, making Verdu's flesh stand out in pieces.
Just as Verde’s bones were about to break, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.
Then, he teleportation reached the seaside mountain outside Bansi Harbor.
The mountain has collapsed and it has become a rubble of rubble.
According to Verdue, this was once the place where the residents of Bansi sacrificed "God of Weather", and it was also the focus of Church of the Storms.
——After the crystal ball used a self-explosion to remind him that the Benxi Telegraph Bureau was hiding an unknown danger, Verdur dared not continue to explore there, collecting mysticism materials, and could only forcibly transfer to the next location scheduled.
And this also made him get rid of the girl's follow-up.
As soon as Verdue's figure became prominent, he bent down back, where he gasped for breath, and finally felt like he was finally suffocating.
At the same time, Verdue only felt a tingling pain in his right rib and seemed to have broken a bone.
After taking a few deep breaths in a row, he endured the pain and walked a few steps forward with a forehead, reaching the altar marked on the map.
There is no doubt that the altar has been destroyed, leaving only a large glassy, slightly blackened pothole with scattered gravel of different shapes around it.
The gravel is more or less traces of fire and thunder.
Virdu. Abraham looked around and raised his sleeve with his right hand.
The murmur of wind suddenly appeared, and some of the small-sized gravel was "pushed" away from the spot, revealing the ground they blocked.
This is the "wind blowing technique" of "Master of Magic Tricks", and Verdu used it to replace his own manual labor, ensuring his own safety to the greatest extent.
As the gravel "fly" away, Verdue saw the same dark ground, some of which had a few, very incomplete patterns, patterns, and symbols of legacy.
Wū !
The wind grew fiercer and swelled in Verdu's ear, making him look up at the sky with surprise.
His wind, which can only blow small gravel, somehow turned into a hurricane, and "pushed" him a little.
Virdu immediately saw a thick cloud accumulate in the sky, and it seemed that a storm would be coming.
Although he has heard that Bansi is a "weather museum", he never thought the change would come so suddenly.
For a moment, Verdu wondered whether his "wind blow" had caused a storm, or that the clean-up of the altar ruins had just inspired a change.
Such speculation made his forehead quickly sweat.
As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of rubble flying diagonally ahead, revealing a boulder buried beneath them.
The surface of the boulder is staggered with deep cracks, giving a feeling of cracking with just one touch.
At this time, the gust of wind has subsided and heavy rain is still brewing.
Verdu thought that he had come to Bansi Harbor, he couldn’t be scared away, so he gathered courage and approached the boulder covered with charred black cracks.
He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on the handle and carefully checked the condition of the boulder.
After 7-8 minutes, Verdu put away the magical item magnifying glass and sighed with regret and frustration.
He has initially confirmed that this boulder has no problems and does not involve mysticism.
Virdu Gang takes his eyes away and prepares to leave. Suddenly, he sees the place where the bottom of the boulder meets the soil, and a little red appears.
The bright red gradually expanded, like the blood gurgling.
However, it did not infest too much and was confined to a small area.
Two traces of blood-red silhouettes in the ruins of the Telegraph Bureau flashed instantly in Virdu’s mind, and the scalp was irritated.
His lips dries quickly, intuitively thinking that this is not a good thing.
After swallowing saliva again, Verdu raised his right hand and created a gust of wind again, which caused a lot of tiny gravel to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder, covering up the bright red.
He didn’t stay here anymore, and forced to turn on teleportation again, and went to the last target location in the reservation.
This time, one of his ribs was broken, so painful that he was about to faint.
In addition to the suffocation caused by space compression, Verdu has a feeling of wandering on the edge of death.
It took him tens of seconds to slow down and turned his gaze forward.
This is also a ruin, and the collapsed houses cover the overgrown ground.
According to a pirate who has explored the ruins of Bancy, there is an item worth studying here:
It is a very common wooden door, but it is the only thing in Bansi that is still intact.
The pirate failed to find anything special from this wooden door, so he let his hand go down and lifted it, trying to move back to the ship.
However, they only took two steps and suddenly fell down, dragging their spine with their heads, leaving their bodies, and rolled to the side.
This terrified the pirate. He dared not stay any longer and led the remaining crew in a hurry.
Verdu didn’t fully believe the story told by the other party. Although he didn’t have much activity at sea, he also knew that Sailor loved bragging and always exaggerated the matter of only two or three points to eleven or two.
However, even if it was bragging, Verdue thought that the wooden door was worth studying.
After some searching, he found the target:
The seemingly ordinary wooden door leans against a collapsed wall with brass-colored keyholes and handles.
There are no corpses or blood stains around it, which is consistent with most of the ruins.
Sure enough, bragging, maybe the pirate heard about this wooden door from other places. He and his men did not dare to try to move... Verdu looked around and suddenly said:
"Who?
"Why should I be monitored?"
In fact, he didn’t find anyone around him, but based on his previous experience and lessons, he used words and responses to cheat possible monitors.
Next second, in a shadow, a middle-aged man with a raised belly came out.
He didn't speak, silently staying away from this place.
Wildu was secretly secretly relaxed, hurrying and approached the wooden door.
According to the information he got, no matter which side of this wooden door is pushed, it will not bring unusual changes, and there is no danger of touching without trying to move it.
Thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hands into his sleeve gown and used the classical robe as a "glove" and pulled down the wooden door.
The wooden door stood up, and the surrounding area was quiet.
Virdu immediately pushed the wooden door like normal door opening, but still could not see the slightest change.
He tried a variety of methods, but none of them made the wooden door show abnormality. It seemed that it was really just luck. It was only preserved under the Church of the Storms's city-destroying blow.
took a deep breath, Verdu tried to calm himself down.
He thought about it and tried to open the door again.
However, unlike before, he took the handle and twisted it gently.
After hearing the crack sound of a slight metal collision, Verdue pushed forward, allowing the wooden door to slant backward, leaning back against the broken and broken wall.
This time, Verdue suddenly saw a gray mist.
There is a looming street and a row of houses in the mist.
Outside one of the houses, there are wooden signs inlaid, which seem to have several Ruen language words written on it:
"Bansi Harbor Telegraph Bureau."
As Verdu’s pupils dilated, a soft voice came from the telegraph office shrouded in faint mist:
"Are you here to shoot and telegraph?
"Please come in."
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