Chapter 182: Trembling Breath
It is actually not an easy task to use the power of the heart to persuade mortals to let go of their grudges - the power of secret transmission is difficult to accurately and delicately control the minds of mortals. Instead, it is better at spreading negative emotions, including but not limited to madness, dementia, dancing, and rage. Uplifting...
The heart is the principle of longevity and continuity. Its main function is to keep the practitioner's life alive. Communicating with mortals through the resonance of the heart is an extremely delicate task, which requires a very familiar use of the pulsating resonance of the heart.
But Watson is actually not good at using the power of his mind. In comparison, the chaotic moth phase and the fighting blade phase are the principles closer to his nature.
However, at this moment, he still easily communicated with the middle-aged woman's spiritual frequency, allowing the forged persuasive emotions to be transmitted to the depths of the other person's heart through the close resonance of heart to heart, making Susan only feel that it was generated in her own heart. The thoughts were gradually lost in the questioning voices in his heart - just because what Watson was exerting at this moment was not the magical influence of his own mind, but the influence of Si Chen stolen from Mansu, who has a more powerful interference ability. Real impact!
After he finished communicating with the distant Crossroads sect last night, he and the other three esoteric cultists dispersed - it was a rare opportunity to leave the hospital, so he naturally couldn't miss it. After leaving, he did not return to the hotel, but stayed at the hospital. Walking silently in the dark night, I found a secluded dense forest. I quietly climbed up into the dense canopy of a big tree. I sat astride a branch and leaned against the trunk like a cicada lurking against the tree. I plucked out a strand of hair in the deep silence. It was a long time ago. Sneak into the dream.
He once again embarked on the intuitive path that he could not forget, passed through the low and sharp branches of the trees, and entered the wild and eternal night forest.
This was the first time Watson stepped into the forest after he was promoted to the second-level mind. He once again felt the changes in the forest. Just like when he fell into a dream after being promoted to the second-level moth, his senses seemed to have become stronger. With your keenness, you can discover the deeper scenery of the forest.
He stood among the ancient trees, closing his eyes tightly to block sight and hearing. His soul body and heart trembled slightly, and the perception of his heart spread like a spider's web.
He can 'listen' to the pulsation of the eternal ancient trees, and can 'eavesdrop' on the whispers of the branches. He seems to be able to understand the communication between trees, but this is just a momentary illusion - his mind. It has not grown enough to decipher the simple and profound words between trees.
Watson continued to move forward, and soon he had crossed the boundary of the ancient trees in the forest and saw the ancient rugged boulders - now he knew that this was the Temple of the Wheel and the remains of the lost Si Chen.
He originally wanted to cross the Temple of the Wheel, go straight to the edge of the cobalt blue light curtain at the rear, follow the footsteps of the lost souls, and step through the pure white door made of ivory white bones.
But when he walked around the Temple of the Wheel, he suddenly sensed an extremely ancient and thick buzzing sound in his heart. This sound was like the whispering buzz of a moth, and it also seemed like the roaring and howling of thunder. But the sound quality contains ancient and vicissitudes of rhythm, just like this buzzing thunder seems to have come from the ancient wilderness era, traveling through thousands of years of time and space, or it may have started ringing before humans were enlightened. Cheer, it has not stopped until today.
This terrifying and strange sound comes from inside the Temple of the Wheel!
Watson suddenly had an unpleasant thought in his mind. Only then did he realize that he had not known when he was approaching this rugged boulder, which was as tall as a mountain. His palms had already been pressed against the side of the boulder, touching those weird round-eye symbols, The lichen, as dark and moist as ink and blood, and the rough graffiti murals carved by those woodland creatures, and the huge dark fruit shaped like a lantern were hanging above his head, pouring down the darkest and deepest light.
His mind was uncontrollably vibrating with the frequency of the abnormal sounds inside the Temple of the Wheel, and the rhythm of his heart began to become slow and heavy. A feeling that was difficult to explain in words and words, from those ancient years It leaked out and seeped into Watson's spirit.
He only felt that his body and mind had never been so happy and comfortable, and his body had never been so light and agile, as if he could lift off the ground and fly into the air with just a little force.
He couldn't help but tap his toes and step on the spot. Even though his body movements were clumsy and had no beauty or rhythm, the joyful mood in the dance could be felt by all who witnessed it, even those who were originally hidden in the woods. The swarms of moths were also infected by the joy of this dance. They flapped their scaly wings and flew to his side, circling up and down around him.
The woodland moth scattered countless specks of scales between its wings, all of which fell on Watson's body. He seemed to be dancing in the mottled light shining in his heart... He was already about to get lost in the inadvertent flow of the remains of the ancient Wheel-turning King. A shuddering breath leaked out.
It wasn't until the moth inside his skull flapped its wings and the bayonet blade clanked and hissed that his spirit was able to get rid of Si Chen's influence and suddenly woke up.
Watson's figure was shaking violently uncontrollably, and he almost fell from the branches of the tree to the ground, but it was this near-falling feeling that pulled his consciousness back to the waking world.
The trembling aura of coming into contact with the Temple of Wheels still remained in his soul, but this was already a power he could freely wield, and it was also the power he exerted to control Susan's mind at this moment.
The pure spiritual influence was not profound enough, so Watson supplemented it with the guidance of words. It happened that in another timeline, his grades in the psychology course were pretty good. At this time, he first directly stated his identity and purpose, "Su Ms. Shan, the town I used to live in was also attacked by monsters with evil powers. My parents, my lover... they all died in that disaster!"
His love was so deep that he couldn't help but cover his face and cry softly, "From then on, I swore to God that I would search various places to find out the traces of this group of weird cultists and how to deal with these beasts!"
"That's the real reason why I traveled around the island disguised as a folklorist."
"I have seen many places destroyed by the attacks of the inhuman cultists, and even entire villages were reduced to death. That was even worse than what the town of Ilksmouth suffered. A tragic place.”
"But I also know that I can't force all the victims to be like me, always carrying the anger of hatred, becoming a non-stop avenger, and abandoning the beauty of life."
"So, I hope you can tell me all the information you know, and let me bear your hatred. Let me carry the burden for you. You can continue with your current life. , continue to watch Miss Caroline grow up, get married, and live a beautiful life with Sebastian, and you can also take care of your family and future grandson with peace of mind.”
"Please give all this hatred, all this anger, all these grievances to me!"