As a black light penetrated into the room, Snow, who was lying on the bed, immediately bounced up, closed the gap in the window, then reached out and gently scratched the little guy's chin.

As the little guy let out a "mi~" hum, his originally extremely agile eyes gradually faded away his extraordinary spirit, leaving only a little shrewdness, proving that this kitten is not ordinary.

Snow smiled and rubbed the little guy's head, replenished the cat energy, and then took out a bag of cat food from the suitcase. After the little guy started eating, Snow began to get distracted again.

Although the plan had been set up long ago, he was still a little hesitant when it was actually implemented.

It has to be admitted that this is a dangerous move. It is more dangerous than asking Tris to steal the notes of the Antigonus family, and the time difference to attack Hennathan Fancent and Sirius Aripis, and it is more dangerous than facing Dunn Smith in a dream.

If you are not careful, what will be waiting for you next will be the basement of the Goddess of the Night Church.

but……

"There is no other choice."

Snow fell back with his arms spread out and lay on the bed in a large shape. To count it, it has been a month since he traveled through time.

In other words, it has been a month since he drank the secret prayer potion.

One month is not too long for most extraordinary people, but it is a very dangerous period for the secret prayers of the Aurora Society.

And the reason is the way of acting.

The acting method is a precious treasure for most extraordinary people. With this skill, they can safely avoid the risk of losing control, but for the Secret Prayer, the acting method is a big pit.

Because the playing rules of Secret Qiren are really too straightforward—

Just like its name, just pray to the hidden existence with devoutness.

As a member of the extreme cult of the Aurora Society, it is natural to say who to pray to.

But here's the problem.

As a true God with zero sequence, the True Creator is also among the top of the secret existences for prayer. Because of this, the feedback he received from praying to him is simply perfect. Even the stupidest secret prayer, as long as he prays to him sincerely, he can completely digest the potion in less than two months.

But on the other hand, if there is a secret prayer who has not completed digestion after two months...

That means that he is not religious enough.

For extreme cult groups like Aurora, if they are labeled as ungodly, the consequences can be imagined.

During this month, Feng Xueshi also tried to pray to him imitate Mr. Ke, trying to respond to himself through the person of the white horse, and thus obtain feedback. However, I don’t know that it was because his path did not belong to this world, or that he knew in his heart that he did not have a high position, or for other reasons, although Snow could use the power of the white horse, the feedback he received was minimal.

Later he thought about whether he could find other codes of play, such as missionary, which cannot be said to be useless, but it is only better than nothing. To this day, the digestion progress of Snow Potions is even less than one tenth.

Even if it was the three-year-old god and five-year-old protagonist, Mr. Ke, had spent a month and a half in the role of Sequence Nine. The month that had passed was already the deadline set by Snow for himself.

Now, nothing has come to a turnaround, and he has finally come to make a decision.

The room was closed with the silver coins injected with spirituality. Snow pulled out the silver knife with a history of three hundred years and inserted it on the table. Then, he took the initiative to activate the white horse and activate the ability to change concepts.

Feeling the spirituality in the body began to leaps, Snow began to silently recite in his heart—

"Derick was able to pray directly to Mr. Fool because he was relying on the antique in his hand. The knife in my hand was also an antique, so I could also pray directly to Mr. Fool through this knife."

After repeated silently, this sentence began to turn into layers of whispers and echoed in Snow's ears. With the tingling pain from his brain, a trace of connection began to meet somewhere above the dagger and the spiritual world. Snow also began to recite the lines he had prepared long ago—

"Great being, I pray for your response, I pray for your gaze."

...

"Another prayer?" Klein, who was still helpless in repaying the incident of "not understanding foreign languages", was about to leave the gray fog, but found another dark red star began to shrink and expand.

"Will you not have someone who uses Gu Long again this time?"

Klein secretly complained in his heart, but he still chose to extend his spirituality, touched the deep red star, and then, the blurry and distorted picture showed in his vision—

It was a young man who could vaguely see the black hair, and in front of him, there should be a sterling silver dagger.

Above his head, a white cloud that looked like a horse appeared and was faintly visible. I don’t know if it was because of the sequence or the influence of some extraordinary item.

The young man was wearing relatively homely clothes, and the surrounding environment was simple and tidy, but judging from the furnishings in the house, it should be a guest room in a hotel.

Klein had planned to observe it again, but as the young man's voice came into his ears, he immediately lost the interest of waiting and watching, because he heard several words that were typing in his heart - "The evil god is about to come to Tingen."

However, when he was about to listen carefully, he suddenly realized that the young man had stood up and said in a frustrated tone:

"Failed again, is this ritual really effective? Should I report it to the Church of the Orthodox God? But I have... or, give up the glory of the Panredax family and devote myself to the evil god... No, no! I cannot pray to the real Creator anyway..."

Seeing that the young man's words became more and more hysterical, even the language he used changed from Guchmis to the common word of Ruin. Klein frowned tightly. He couldn't remember Panridax's slightly familiar surname for a moment, but he understood the words "Church of the Lord God", "Report", "Real Creator", etc., and then contacted the previous sentence that the evil god was about to come to Tingen, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart.

However, this young man has been out of the state of prayer. It won’t take long to think that this link will be disconnected. It seems unlikely to rely on secret observation to obtain information.

Taking a deep breath, Klein tapped the edge of the bronze long table, and he had already made a decision in his heart—

Although it is a bit reckless, it is related to Tinggen and he must figure it out.

...

"Has failed? It's impossible to succeed in one go. Should I do something big tonight and then sell it to Mr. Fool tomorrow?" After the play, Snow still did not notice any changes. He felt a little depressed, but failure was already in his calculations. With the mentality of doing the whole set of plays, he returned to the table and was about to pull out the dagger, but suddenly he saw a dark red light explode in the dagger.

The light instantly flooded Snow's figure like flowing water. When he recovered his thinking ability, he found himself in the towering power supply supported by a huge stone pillar. An ancient and mottled bronze table extended out in front of him. Opposite the long table, a figure shrouded in gray fog was looking at him with an indecisive sight.
Chapter completed!