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Watson slapped himself, the crisp sound echoing in the forest, startling moths flapping their wings.

The pain was so obvious, so real, it didn't seem like a dream at all.

Watson couldn't help but exclaimed: "Did I really enter another world through a dream?!"

But he was a person who had experienced time travel after all, and he soon calmed down after the experience.

Watson recalled the content of Si Chenzhi - it mainly told the story of three otherworldly gods in a dark forest.

He looked around, "The dark woodland... seems to be where I am now, so I traveled to the world of books in books?"

"But according to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Si Chen is a real god, so it is very likely that Si Chen Zhi is not a fictional story, but a real history. Then I was actually affected by some mysterious factors in the book and traveled to where Si Chen is?"

"This is too bizarre..."

This series of incredible events made Watson realize that this seemingly peaceful woodland is actually full of dangers. In the shadows where the moonlight cannot shine, there is a high possibility of fatal dangers.

The crisp sound of slapping himself just now is particularly eye-catching in this silent forest. The strange flapping sound alone is like some insects of extremely large number or size. Perhaps the native animals in this forest will be attracted by the sound of the slap.

This place cannot be stayed for long! The best policy is to leave!

Watson walked cautiously through the forest. The moss filled with starlight under his feet was like a completely soaked soft blanket. It was very difficult to step on. If he was not careful, he would slip and fall, making it even more difficult for him to move forward.

He did not dare to waste his energy wantonly. He picked up broken branches as thick as his wrists to help him move forward. Every time he walked a distance, he would find a safe place to rest for a while, or a waist-thick tree root protruding from the ground, or a clean and bright natural tree hole...

Just as Watson leaned against the giant tree to rest again, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass not far away from him.

Something is approaching!

Watson immediately held the wooden stick vigilantly and turned to face the direction of the approaching person and waited for it.

A round blond head emerged from the bushes, and the fat on his face squeezed his eyes into two slits, just like the horizontal lines drawn on a ball by a naughty child, full of funny sense of humor.

As soon as Elson showed his head, he saw a thick wooden stick coming towards his face, and he shouted:

"Wait, I have no ill intentions!!!"

The thick wooden stick stopped less than an inch away from his forehead with a whistling sound of breaking wind. Elson then relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. If he was not in the state of a soul wandering in Mansu at this moment, he would have been frightened and sweating.

Elson looked up and saw the figure of the man with the stick hidden under the huge shade of the trees in the Mansu forest. He could only vaguely distinguish the tall and thin outline.

"Who are you?"

The man with the stick said so, and the thick wooden stick in his hand was still pointing at him.

Elson hurriedly replied: "Elson, the Blade Apprentice! We are all visitors to Mansus just like you!"

Mansus... Watson thought, this is another new term. Is it the official name of this dark forest? And why did the other party emphasize "blade" when he claimed to be a Blade Apprentice? This doesn't sound like an apprentice who is simply learning sword skills.

Watson thought for a moment, pretended to be innocent and confused, walked out of the shade of the tree, and asked curiously: "Is Mansus the name of this forest?"

Elson was able to see the true face of the man with the staff at this time. The other party looked to be in his early twenties, with strong features and a slightly pale face. There was a clear stupidity in his dark eyes, like an aspiring young man who had just entered society but had a beautiful vision for the future.

Elson thought to himself, "It seems like an ordinary person who strayed into the woods."

"Haha, that's right. Mansu is the name of this woodland. Judging from your appearance, this is your first visit to Mansu, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The young man nodded frantically and asked in panic, "Where on earth is this place?! I was sleeping in the apartment, and suddenly I woke up in this strange forest!"

"Don't worry." Elson comforted, "It's not a bad thing to come to Mansu, but it's your great luck! This is the home of the sun, the temple outside the world, the beginning of life, and the abode of the gods. "Ah——" The ignorant young man cried out in surprise, and he was dumbfounded and said, "You... don't lie to me, heaven... heaven should have walls made of jasper, a city of pure gold as clear as glass, wall bases decorated with various gems, and pearl-like gates... How could it be such a dark, gloomy and terrifying place!" Elson sneered, "Haha, heaven, but a fictitious false god, how dare it compare with Si Chen." The young man tilted his head in confusion, "Si Chen?" "Si Chen is the true god in the world!" Elson opened his arms as if to embrace the sky, and shouted excitedly. "They are wind, rain, thunder and lightning, life, death, and infinity, the laws of the world, the masters of history, and the true masters of the noon world! ! ! " The young man who was not experienced in the world seemed to be shocked by this impassioned speech, and his facial muscles began to tremble slightly, his eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open, and he was stunned for a moment. Seeing the other person's stunned look, Elson nodded with satisfaction.

The young man was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. Hope and yearning suddenly appeared on his face, and he asked respectfully: "Mr. Elson is really knowledgeable. Please elaborate more."

"Nothing, nothing." Elson waved his hand pretending to be humble, "By the way, what's your name?"

"John Henry Cavill, just call me Little John."

"Um."

Elson was very satisfied with Little John's respectful attitude. He stood on tiptoes and straightened his arms before reluctantly patting the other person on the shoulder.

"Let's talk as we walk."

As he said that, the two of them walked side by side. As they moved, Elson noticed that Little John's left arm and left leg were obviously weak. It seemed that he was probably still a disabled person in the waking world. No wonder he was right. Mansu and Sichen's desire for knowledge is so fervent, it turns out that they place their hope in gods for treatments that cannot be cured by modern medicine.

"Let's start with Mansu... Mansu does not exist in the real world, it is a world beneath the surface of the world."

"Although Mansu is extremely real, it is not actually an entity, and its scope and environment are constantly changing."

"But the woodland is always on the periphery or below Mansu, just like a wall, but in fact, Mansu has no wall."

John asked: "Mr. Elson, do you mean that Mansu is an illusion that does not really exist? Then how did we get here now?"

"No, no, Mansu goes beyond conventional logic and is simply incomprehensible to our mortal minds. As for how we got here, haven't you guessed it yet?"

Elson pretended to be profound at first, but when he saw that Little John was unable to answer, he smiled and said: "Didn't you just say that you were sleeping in the apartment, so why did you come to this woodland as soon as you woke up? among.”

John suddenly realized, "Oh - you mean, we are actually dreaming?"

"That's right! Falling asleep - hoohoo."

Elson suddenly stopped, bent over and put his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

Little John turned around and saw how tired the other party was, and asked with concern: "Mr. Elson, are you okay?"

"Ahem, no...it's okay. I'm just too fat and a bit tired from walking a lot. Just let me rest for a while."

Elson rested on the spot for a while before catching up and walking side by side with Little John.

"Where were you talking about?"

"Dream."

"Yes, dreaming is the only way for mortals to get to Mansu. Even mortals who have no understanding of Mansu will visit this place at least twice in their lives, but most of them will regard it as an illusion after waking up. Dreams are gradually forgotten.”

"Twice..." Little John pondered, "Then is there any way to retain the memory of entering Mansu? Or how can I enter Mansu multiple times?"

"You finally got to the point!"

Elson seemed to have been waiting for a long time and said enthusiastically: "Secret transmission, only secret transmission!"

"If mortals want to enter and leave Mansu endlessly, they must rely on the secret transmission given by Si Chen."

"Secret message?"

Elson explained: "Secret transmission is the legendary history of the hidden world, because it involves the past of many Sichen, and knowledge is tainted with mysterious power."

"The carrier of secret transmission is not limited to words. Music, portraits, dances... and even objects may contain secret information."

"But not every mortal can detect the mystery within it. Only those with extraordinary soul quality can have a glimpse of the secret message."

Little John asked curiously: "Does soul quality refer to the human soul?"

"Yes and no, soul quality is the characteristic of intelligent life, soul consciousness, soul depression, soul body, soul debate, soul twilight, soul perseverance, soul law, soul memory-ahem!!!"

Elson coughed violently again, and Little John stood still and waited patiently.

"Ahem...there is also the only tangible life body, the dwelling place of the soul, and the physical body that exists in this world. These are the nine characteristics that life should have."

"When we mortals visit Mansu, we go there with the soul body in the soul substance."

"The soul body is a vital part of the soul. It integrates other souls except the life body. It is the reflection of the present world into Mansu and the ship for mortals to travel through Mansu."

"The sky is boundless, just like the ocean is boundless, and even ships have their limits."

"If you want to strengthen your soul body, you can't just move your muscles and bones like in this world. You need to sharpen your will or improve your knowledge. But the fastest way to do it is to practice secret transmission!"

"And the way to practice secret transmission is...ahem!"

While talking, the two of them climbed over a thick tree root that was as high as a fence. Elson's fat soul projected from the present world was again dragging him down. After he climbed down, he sat on the root of the tree and coughed.

Little John was already used to it. Elson, who liked to teach others, was fat and weighed down his steps. His endurance was very poor and he had to breathe on the spot every few steps.

Although the other party got stuck right at the key point, he was not in a hurry and stood at the front looking around.

However, behind him that he didn't notice, Elson suddenly changed his tired look, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"You kid, after listening to me for so long, you should pay some tuition!"

"How can the secret method be given to others so easily!"

"If you want to learn secret transmission, you have to pay the price with blood!"

"Let me personally teach you how cruel the dark side of the world is!"

Elson sneered in his heart, deliberately stopping in place and imitating a violent gasp, while silently reciting secret scriptures in his heart. Some invisible power condensed into a sharp dagger in the palm of his back.

"Stupid and lucky boy, just use your life to promote my secret transmission!"

Elson yelled wildly in his heart, stood up suddenly and rushed forward, stabbing Little John in the back with the dagger.

Puff——It was the sound of the blade penetrating the flesh and blood of the soul body.

The name of the soul quality has been slightly modified to make it appear more unified and read better.

By the way, yesterday a reader mentioned the impact——

In the original game, apart from filling values ​​in rituals/resisting curses, various effects have no other use, and their forms of expression are not uniform. High-level ones are substantial energy, while low-level ones are more like wisps of emotion... …

In this work, the low-level influence magic is changed to: the 'influence' that the practitioner/distortioner of the secret transmission can have on reality.

For example, Lance launched an attack [roaring], which affected Watson and Holmes [buzzing in the brain], and the two fell into a brief trance.