Chapter 433 Sir, please buy a book

Chapter 433 Sir, please buy a book

As for whether the being in front of him was the legendary god, Philip was not sure, but he still had some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

"Yes, I want to go to Backlund..."

Philip still stuttered out his wish.

"Backlund..."

As if it was a whisper, Philip felt that the space around him changed. He seemed to see himself leaving the port where he had lived for more than 20 years and flying in a strange and bizarre world.

He clearly saw himself flying up, as if he had entered a colorful bubble. The outside world passed by him at a high speed and disappeared like flying.

Did he really follow this yellow figure to Backlund?

The hope in Philip's heart gradually overwhelmed his fear, and he began to observe everything in front of him carefully.

This world is not a fairy tale at all. Instead, it is full of desolation and ruin. It gives people the same feeling as the dilapidated house at the foot of the mountain in the port that has been uninhabited for a long time.

No, it is far more terrifying and terrible than that kind of dilapidated house that no one lives in.

Just now, a hideous and indescribable creature flashed before his eyes. He could only vaguely see that it was a bloated cow with mouthparts all over its body, but it was covered with black hair.

When he looked back, the body of the horrible creature was torn into pieces, and dark and slippery tentacles grew out of the broken parts.

Did this mysterious person do it?

Philip had some guesses in his mind, and he didn't dare to look around for a while, until the world in front of him suddenly changed, and he looked back at the front again.

Under the bright starry sky, the crimson moon had disappeared, and only the stars dropped a ray of starlight, illuminating the dark world.

He saw the big houses in the bard's story, the black chimneys rising from the ground, the brightly lit streets, the station at night as busy as during the day, and the steam train that did not need people as power...

Is this Backlund?

He really came to this dreamy city!

Philip was so infatuated with everything in front of him that he forgot about the ragged yellow-clothed man standing beside him. It was not until a long time later that he noticed that this mysterious person was also looking at Backlund, but he could not see the specific emotions in his eyes from his blurred face.

"Thank you for fulfilling my tiny wish."

Although he was still very scared, Philip saluted the other party seriously.

"Your wish has been fulfilled."

"Yes, I have always dreamed of coming to Backlund."

Philip's eyes brightened instantly when he mentioned this.

"You need to pay a certain amount for this."

"Reward?"

Philip was stunned for a moment, and then a cold fear spread from his heart to all parts of his body.

He subconsciously stepped back, fearing that the other party would take away his life or soul.

In the ancient stories he heard, in addition to the gods who would satisfy people's meager wishes, there were also demons who were thirsty for souls and would take the initiative to help you fulfill your wishes.

When you are happiest, take away your soul, and from then on, you will be enslaved by the devil forever, and your life will be worse than death.

"I want your story."

"Story?"

Philip couldn't fully understand the meaning of this sentence, but the tension and fear in his heart eased.

"The story you have experienced."

"You, don't you have your own story?" Philip asked this question with courage.

In the breeze of the late night, the ragged yellow clothes still fit tightly, without shaking at all because of the wind.

"Yes, this is my story."

The indifferent and emotionless voice made Philip startled again, but he couldn't say anything anymore. The other party seemed to have taken something out of his mind, and then disappeared from his face.

"Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"What should I do? Where should I travel?"

"Is that city in the distance my hometown?"

Philip frowned, trying desperately to search for the treasure that had been plundered from his empty head.

He forgot a lot of things, including his own name.

The only thing he could remember was some common sense about this world, such as stones cannot be eaten, money can be used to buy things, etc.

After standing there stupidly for a long time, he walked towards the metropolis not far away.

When he arrived at the city gate, he felt timid for a moment, but he finally walked in and walked on the street with few people.

He looked at everything here curiously, very familiar and strange.

He looked at this new world with curiosity and timidity. Suddenly, a young man came over, raised his head, showed his freckled nose, and introduced his business to him carefully and mysteriously.

"Sir, do you want to buy a book? We have all kinds of books that you can't imagine, and there are beautiful illustrations."

While the young man was talking, he used his body to block the gazes of others and lifted a corner of his windbreaker. Inside the gray-white windbreaker, there were twenty pockets sewn, and each pocket contained two or three books.

Most of the book covers were pictures of naked men and women having sex, and some were pictures of tied female vampires, hung female elves, and even some pictures of animals and people.

"I have no interest in these books. You should find a more suitable buyer for them." Philip declined the deal politely.

"Sir, don't worry. I also have some collector's edition books here. They are the best ones I have sold recently."

The young man turned around and lifted up the other side of his windbreaker, revealing a pocket that was also filled with books.

Phillip looked at it twice, and his eyes fell on one of the books called "Children of the Stars".

What he valued was not the content of the book, but the illustration on the cover. The figure in ragged yellow clothes made him feel very familiar, and he should have known him before.

"How much does it cost?" Philip looked at it for a while and decided to buy the book.

"5 soli, this price is absolutely fair. It can be sold for as high as 2 gold pounds elsewhere."

Philip searched his pockets for a while, and pulled out five crumpled 1-sule banknotes with a slight smell of sea.

"Sir, this is your book, be sure not to lose it."

The young man took the five 1 solers handed over by Philip, took out the book "Children of the Star" from his coat pocket and placed it on Philip's palm.

Philip took the book in a daze. Although he had lost his past memory, he still knew that 5 soles was a considerable fortune. Why would he use such a sum of money to buy a book?

"Sir, I hope you will never get lost again under the starlight."

After the young man finished speaking with a smile, he hummed a little tune and disappeared into the dark night.

Philip vaguely heard the song sung by the young man, "The crescent moon, the round head, the little man, the shining long knife, piercing and piercing the little man's round head, in the crescent Under the gaze of the moon..."

Phillip was stunned in place. This song was also very familiar to him and he couldn't help but hum along softly.

"The round moon, the little man, the long curved knife, the shining head, stabbing and piercing the little man's curved knife, under the smile of the round moon..."

After humming, he was stunned again. How could he remember such a song?

He lowered his head and looked at the "Children of the Stars" in his hand. The figure in ragged yellow clothes on the cover seemed to be slowly born from the starlight, and then came to him.

It wasn't until he blinked once that he realized that everything in front of him was just an illusion. He was still standing on the sparsely populated street, and the figure in ragged yellow clothes still blended into the cover of the book.

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The sea looks particularly charming against the sky full of stars. Wisps of starlight fall from the sky and slip back from the sea back to the sky.

On the Dawn, Bernadette was looking at the ink-like sea in the distance.

The wishing lamp sits quietly on the table, and next to it is a sea lantern that emits dim light.

"This is definitely a trap, and you are the big fish he wants to catch." The genie said, and then mocked: "There is no luck in front of the fallen mother goddess, the only choice is death. Don't let your emotions overwhelm you. Above your sanity.”

"not the right time yet."

Bernadette seemed to be talking to herself or to the djinn.

"If you want to fight against the Fallen Mother Goddess, it will only be possible when the stars have recovered to a certain extent. Currently, He will not directly confront the Fallen Mother Goddess for you."

"You seem to be afraid of the Fallen Mother Goddess?" Bernadette seemed to be deliberately provocative.

"Oh, your courage shows your ignorance." The Djinn was not angry at all.

"Your patience is much better than before."

This time the Djinn didn't answer. His patience was honed little by little in the Hall of Stars.

None of these guys, including the Super Star Master, the High-Dimensional Overlooker, and the Original Hunger, could deal with him, so that he became more and more pleased with the Mother Tree of Desire.

Bernadette was not interested in continuing to speak. She still wanted to find the island where her father was, but not to save her father, but to prevent others from landing on the island and prevent pollution from spreading with the people who landed on the island. .

I believe that the current Liushen Church thinks the same way.

As for how to find the island, she already had an idea in her mind.

Maybe she doesn't need to take the initiative to look for it, someone will naturally pass the information she wants to her.

Before the sky lit up, Cattleya's spiritual messenger sent her the news she wanted.

"Tsk, someone is eager to lure you to that island. It's just such an obvious trick. The fallen mother goddess really doesn't have much IQ left."

The djinn on the side saw Bernadette starting to read the letter and couldn't help but make a mocking sound.