"Miss, it's not good. I may make a mistake..." Ed didn't bother to knock on the door, and suddenly opened the wooden door, and said to Alice stammeringly.

"What's so panicked?" Alice said without raising her head.

"He is that ritual, maybe not the Advent system at all, maybe the Mark system!"

"What's the meaning?"

"If it is a ritual of the advent system, the breath should dissipate quickly. Only the marking system ritual can slow down the dissipation of the breath."

"So..." Alice vaguely guessed something, and suddenly stood up, the sword in her hand flashed with silver light.

"It's very likely... Young Master Aaron..." Looking at Alice's cold eyes, Ed wisely swallowed the word "Young Master" back into his stomach and said vaguely: "Master Sartre just now held an appraisal ceremony for him, and he may still be in danger... The Human-faced Rat Cultivation Group may still be staring at him."

Alice rushed out of the door, took off the shield leaning against the door, pushed away Ed, who was in the way, and shouted until then: "So where is he now?"

"I heard that he went back with Master Sartre." Ed said loudly and hurriedly followed.

Of course Aaron didn't know the outside world at this time, but he also discovered the changes.

In his vision, the color blocks retracted silently, the outlines of all things appear, and everything is restored again, even a little clearer than before.

It is precisely because of this that he clearly saw that the old man's face actually had light yellow fluff, and his body, which was already slightly hunched, was even more hunched, and he vaguely had some of the characteristics of a mouse.

Is this a human-faced rat?

Aaron was not panicked, and even looked at the old man with some curiosity.

Anyway, the enlightenment ritual is an illusion generated by the soul's extraordinary aura, which Sartre solemnly emphasized.

Since it is an illusion, theoretically, as long as you don’t believe it, you won’t be hurt. Aaron still has this common sense.

But as the old man changes, the surrounding environment changes unknowingly.

It was clearly the same environment, but for some reason, an inexplicable fear lingered in Aaron's heart.

In a vague manner, he seemed to be able to see countless doubles looking at his eyes from the darkness.

The dim flames freeze in the air, reflecting a little pitiful light.

The flame that originally symbolized light not only did not bring Aaron hope, but instead made the wooden grip project on the ground. At first glance, it looked like a thin black hand holding a dying flame tightly.

I don't know if it was Aaron's illusion, but he seemed to hear an inexplicable whisper again.

If it were just these, then Aaron would be a little uncomfortable at most. After all, he was locked in a small dark room and watched it for a mysterious illusion for a long time. The spiraling coins and the deep murmurs were more desperate than the current picture.

Looking back now, Aaron could vaguely feel that the hallucinations that started might be some extraordinary phenomenon, which could explain why he felt a tingling heart when he wanted to listen carefully to those murmurs.

His brain instinctively repels these information beyond the scope of mortal understanding.

So, a curious iron-headed baby actually started trying to get into extraordinary knowledge not long ago?

Aaron was shocked and a little scared.

Sartre said clearly the result of the failure to receive extraordinary information. At the least, it would be a tingling pain in his mind, and at worst, it would die on the spot or become an alternative monster.

Moreover, at that time, he had no enlightenment ceremony, and he did not communicate the breath that remained after experiencing extraordinary phenomena, but directly experienced extraordinary events!

It means that he walked on the battlefield where arrows were flying everywhere without armor, and then came back almost without any damage?

When Aaron thought of this, his mouth twitched.

The original body's master has never been exposed to an extraordinary event until now. He is better, he can encounter it once at the beginning.

At this moment, Aaron suddenly heard a low laugh. He subconsciously looked up, but saw the old man throwing down the wooden stick in his hand and changing his posture.

His body became thinner, but the shadow under his feet became more and more swelling.

Under the reflection of the fire, the old man's shadow seemed to turn into a huge black rat, and Aaron vaguely heard the squeaking sound of the rat.

"This sense of substitution is quite strong, I'm starting to be scared." Aaron complained to himself.

Since Sartre said it was an illusion, then just pretend it was watching VR...

Hey, wait, why did this person come over?!

Aaron's current state is very strange. On the one hand, he seems to be in the picture, but on the other hand, he clearly feels that he is just watching a fixed picture, and there is still an indescribable distance between him and the picture, or some kind of barrier.

And now, not only was the old man moving, but he was even walking towards Aaron step by step.

Is this...fake?

Why did this scene move?

Aaron swallowed, a little panicked.

But despite his uneasiness, he was curious about what would happen next.

Before he could think about it, the old man had already reached the edge of the "picture" and stared at Aaron quietly.

The shadows under his feet hovered up, covering the entire picture in the blink of an eye.

Aaron's perception was not wrong, and there was indeed an invisible barrier between the picture and him.

But the next moment, the shadow surged, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, and the invisible barrier seemed to have a crack.

A large number of shadows tilted out along the crack that was unknown, gathered and condensed in front of Aaron, and finally formed a black ball the size of a human head.

Alas, this doesn't seem to be fake, right?

"Aaron, I finally found you..." The sound of the ball was similar to the sharp sound of a mouse, and it sounded particularly harsh.

"Who are you?"

"I? You don't know me, but I know you, Old Albert wants to leave a fire, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to realize that the mice are everywhere." The shadow let out a creepy low laugh.

"Are you a human-faced rat?" Aaron speculated.

"It should be said that we are human-faced rats... I saw you, Aaron, I know you, Aaron..." The shadow whispered, and the ball expanded a little invisibly.

Every word of it seemed like sandpaper directly polishing Aaron's eardrum, and an inexplicable dull pain spread throughout his body.

The pain stimulated Aaron to yell, but in the soul field, there was no option to "scream" at all, and he could only convey painful emotions to the outside in vain.

And this was also captured by the shadows, and it shouted complacently: "Last time, someone destroyed my arrival ceremony, and this time, no one can save you, give up, Aaron..."

The unspeakable pain made Aaron gradually blurred his mind. However, on the one hand, the pain made him gradually lose his mind, but on the other hand, he was struggling to maintain his sanity.

The pain was so real that he couldn't help but start to doubt...

Is this an illusion? Or is it real?

Meanwhile, Sartre watched the azure light dimly, replaced by the tumultuous black shadows.

He could only watch the shadows swallow Aaron little by little.

No matter how many times Sartre added psychic powder, he still couldn't suppress the darkness.

His heart gradually sank, which meant that the aura of cult began to pollute Aaron's soul.

Even if Aaron could wake up from this enlightenment ceremony, he would probably be a cultist!

But the next second, he saw a rotating two-color gold coin and saw countless lights pouring out of the coin.

He clearly felt that it was not light, but the manifestation of fate!
Chapter completed!