"Onira!"

Sigmon whispered softly, cautiously took a step back, with his left arm in front and his right hand tightly held the cane.

Oninara didn't move, but just turned her head and stared at Sigmund expressionlessly, or somewhere in the void behind Sigmund.

There were more and more messy sounds, and there was obvious pain on Onila's face, but suddenly the strange murmur disappeared completely. Onila's body relaxed, and then she stopped paying attention to Sigmun, but turned around and walked to the dusty desk.

When I opened the worn-out sheepskin notebook, it was the work log of the lighthouse guard. Due to time, a lot of paper was moldy and damp, and the handwriting on it was not clear.

Until he turned to the last blank page, Onila spread the diary and took out the pen she carried with him.

Dear Onira:

When you see this letter, you must be deeply trapped in a special torture, but don’t worry, this is not a curse, but a special awakening.

Regarding Chaofan, the gentleman around you can definitely give you a lot of explanations.

During the entire writing process, Oninala was half-closed, her eyes were looking forward, and her hands seemed to be just unconsciously tracing, but in fact the handwriting she wrote was completely different from what Sigmun saw before.

It seemed to be from a man's work.

Sigmun understood that the so-called letter was engraved into Onila's memory a long time ago, and this memory could only be activated at the right time and place.

Then, driven by strange power, Onila can get this special letter that spans time.

Onira was still writing, Sigmun continued to look down.

Our contract exists in secret, and may be traced back to the First Empire. In ancient times, many people like to call us fate, but in fact I agree with another name more.

moon.

Moon contract.

We are nameless people, manipulators, psychoanalysts, and dreamers, but in the final analysis we are just prisoners of fate.

You must remember:

Everything you see cannot change.

Oftentimes, it is a kind of sadness.

As the pen rubs against the paper, Onila draws a weird symbol.

It was an eye wrapped in two semicircles, but in the center, the whole pattern was completely separated by a drama line like a sharp sword.

Keep this pattern in mind and use your spirit to describe it. It won’t take long to see the illusions and sounds that have been bothering you.

When you have this ability again, you will see the truth of the world.

Suddenly stop writing, Onila put away her pen and stood up, then slapped her on the dusty desktop.

puff!

Dust stirred up, and when everything subsided, the title page of the diary left handwriting written in dust on it.

At this time, Onina had turned around and returned to where she had just stood.

The heart tightened, Sigmun held his breath and walked to the table.

He saw the familiar square words.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmun.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don’t let our efforts go in vain… Zhuang Zhe.

He is indeed a time traveler, and he comes from the same country as me!

Sigmun's body trembled, and what frightened him was not the information conveyed in his handwriting, nor the identity of the other party's time traveler.

But the last name.

Zhuang Zhe.

That is my name, the name I had before traveling through time!

But how could he know?

Why can a person leave a message 10 years ago accurately predict everything I have experienced now, and even know who I am.

The brain buzzed.

Sigmun felt dry mouth and tongue. The narrow tower made him extremely depressed. It seemed that there was an unknown existence hidden in every gap in the surrounding walls.

Observing everything about him silently.

Why should I believe in you?

What is the last chance?

Our efforts? Who else?!

Sigmon thought he could get all the answers in the tower, but now he knows more, he becomes more confused.

puff!

In front of Sigmun, the dusty handwriting lost some kind of power to condense. Before everything returned to normal, he saw the last line of handwriting flashing on the title page.

Burn, burn it.

What was burning? As soon as this question arose in his mind, he saw the rough sheepskin on the surface of his diary.

A flash of inspiration in his mind, Sigmun recalled the strange map of the First Empire period found in the tidal cave in Gewen Town.

"Can it be that thing?"

Just as he was thinking, Onira's voice suddenly came from behind him, "Sigmon, what are you looking for?"

Looking back, the female writer was staring at herself with a puzzled look on her face, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

"I found a diary." Blowing off the dust on it, Sigmun picked up the diary.

"What is written on it?" Onila ran over with excitement.

"Life information recorded by the watchman..." Sigmun pretended to have discovered the diary for the first time and looked around casually.

"Wait, what is this?!" Onira suddenly screamed in surprise and then snatched the diary from Sigmun's hand.

"God!"

"Is the thing on it written for me?"

She had no idea about the scribing she had just written in her diary. She was excited and quickly finished reading the above content.

"Extraordinary, Moon Contract, what is that?"

Sigmon briefly introduced to Onila the process of extraordinary enlightenment and contracting, and then pointed to the strange symbol above to tell her.

"Try it and use your spirit to draw this pattern in your mind. I think your current troubles should be solved."

The two of them walked around the tower again and found nothing valuable here. This was really just a abandoned and dilapidated beacon.

When they left the lighthouse, the sun had already fallen to the west and could not return the same way. Sigmun could only repeat the same trick and jumped down from the edge of the lighthouse with Onira.

After waiting underneath for a long time, Onira's carriage appeared in front of her.

When they returned to Liam City, it was already completely dark. They sent Onira back to the hotel and made an appointment to meet again. Sigmun returned to their home in the lower city.

The lights were on in Lawrence's room, but Sigmun went straight back to his room, closed the door and sat at the desk.

Taking out the pen, he wrote down familiar square words on white paper.

Do you believe in yourself, Sigmun.

If you believe in yourself, then you should believe in me.

This is the last chance.

Don’t let our efforts go in vain… Zhuang Zhe.

He analyzed the information between the lines over and over again.

Louis, who is he? What is his purpose? Why does Mr. Tree think that his message will affect the arrival of the gods?

He must have that strange predictive ability, just like Onira.

No, Onira's ability is relatively random, his will definitely be stronger.

Everything you see cannot change.

A month ago, Sigmun thought he had completely solved a series of extraordinary events after the White Seagull Manor. As for Mr. Tree, there were naturally a headache for the top leaders of the Demon Hunter and the Oracle Church.

But now...
Chapter completed!