World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 249 The Language of Ghosts
A week after officially arriving in the Bantu rainforest, Lin An began to renovate the dwellings of the spotted lion tribe.

Dry straw mats were laid on the floor, and hammocks were raised off the ground, covered with several soft okapi hides, a strange creature that is half zebra and half wild horse.

Lin An also tried the kola nuts offered by the chimpanzee tribe these past few days. They were bitter and hard to swallow, just like the grilled cocoa nuts.

The rainforest's meals were still unpalatable, and Lin An survived on the beef jerky, chocolate, and other snacks provided by the Tigerfish tribe last time.

Speaking of food, he couldn't help but think of his senior classmate and Ruan Ruyun, who were far away in China, wondering how they were doing.

He shook his head, turned back to his own panel, and checked the progress.

[Letter Name]: The Ghost of Dietrich, the Ranger, the Ancestor of the Lion

[Position]: Meme
[Integration Progress]: 0.4%
[Measured value]: 34.4
[Deviation value]: 77.1%
Recently, Lin An selected seven more members of the spotted lion tribe to become mystery subjects. Through experiments, he discovered that putting disaster-level entries into the "edit" function does not necessarily guarantee a disaster-level response; strange tales still make up the majority.

Furthermore, from the time it takes to activate the "Edit" function until the person awakens, it can take anywhere from one day to several weeks. During this period, Lin An cannot use the entries placed in the tree diagram, nor can he actively retract them.

Therefore, he only puts the entries he doesn't need into the "Edit" section to prevent useful entries from being disabled.

Besides the Lion Tribe, five other tribes in the surrounding area decided to develop friendly cooperative relations with Lin An after being attacked by the Hyena People.

They provided the lion tribe with many supplies, as well as some practical survival skills, such as animal language, how to pick a certain fruit, and experience in raising insects or birds.

The drink Lin An had was from honey-producing ants from a chimpanzee tribe. These ants secreted a sweet dew with a slightly plant-scented aroma, which, when mixed with warm water, had an unforgettable aftertaste and was refreshing.

"Gululu..."

Bubbles and white smoke rose from the pot, slowly ascending from the roof. Lin An picked up a cow horn cup, scooped out boiling water, and let it cool.

The Lion Tribe has a senior elder in charge, and they usually drink boiled water. After Lin An popularized this method, nearby tribes also started boiling water, eliminating the risk of parasites.

Even if they are unfortunately infected, Lin An has a mysterious medium called the "God of Agriculture" who can melt the insect eggs in their bodies. Other tribes only need to hand over supplies to receive help.

In addition to a steady stream of materials, Lin An also exchanged some "people" with the various tribes.

Surrounding tribes send young men and women to the lion to live with Misuru and others. Those who perform well have the opportunity to marry the lion and receive Lin An's blessing.

The allure of the magical power was irresistible. In just one week, the population of the Lion Tribe grew from over a hundred to five hundred, including not only young talents from various tribes but also captives from the Tiger Fish Tribe.

Since the negotiations failed, the Tigerfish tribe has fallen silent and has not caused any more trouble, nor has it appeared much in the various hunting areas.

Over time, the number of people in the rainforest who knew Lin An's initials reached about two thousand. Including the hyenas and the Karu mermaids, there were about 11 mysterious individuals, basically at the level of ghost stories.

The measurement was greatly improved, but due to the excessively high deviation, his fusion process with the "Lady with the Lamp" was slow.

Although the progress was relatively smooth, Lin An felt uncomfortable all over.

Because he hadn't encountered anything new, interesting, or mysterious in a long time.

Having spent more than a week in the Bantu rainforest, Lin An knew that the two countries had different lifestyles, but he hadn't really gotten to know the local mythology system and hadn't encountered many unique mystics.

Out of awe and reverence, the tribespeople were cautious in their words and actions in front of Lin An, like a group of primary school students waiting to be scolded.

The South Continent is filled with a magnificent and bizarre atmosphere, quite different from spiritualism anywhere else, making it a place well worth exploring.

I want to meet more mysterious people. Lin An thought to himself, whether they are friend or foe, I just want to see the true mystery of the Southern Continent.

In a life of scarcity, his pursuit of "Commerx" grew ever stronger.

If he continued to stay at home in the Lion Tribe and receive offerings, Lin An felt he was about to die of boredom.

As he drank the ant honey water, he took out the invitation from the ancestral spirits, feeling quite expectant.

Suddenly, a yellow-spotted butterfly flew in through a small hole in the roof and landed on the back of his hand. Its colorful wings fluttered, beautiful and vibrant.

A few seconds later, a bizarre, distorted phenomenon suddenly appeared!

Lin's pupils contracted, as if his father's reminder still echoed in his ears—in the rainforest, any animal could be a mysterious messenger.

The butterfly rotted rapidly, its abdomen bursting with countless maggots, and an indescribable stench filled the entire house.

A sense of déjà vu enveloped Lin An; he recognized this as the ability of a "visionary," exactly the same as when he first met the witch at the International Bridge.

A bizarre space, unlike anything in reality, expands continuously from the dead butterfly, and illusions unfold like a scroll.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

This person is none other than the mysterious figure from the Southern Continent.

Moreover, the rating is not low.

"System, search for ways to 'break free from illusions'." Lin An suppressed his excitement and responded calmly.

"Unfortunately, no corresponding entry was found," the system announced. "You are currently in a virtual space created by the 'Visionary,' which will remain until his energy is depleted."

Lin An does not have a "Dreamer" entry, making it difficult to counter.

However, he realized that he could not touch the colors brought by the butterflies, nor could they harm him.

Most dreamers are not offensive; their advantage lies in their extremely long casting range.

To escape the illusion, one would probably need to kill the "dreamer" himself and end everything.

At this moment, Lin An remained still, as bizarre and fantastical images were forcibly forced into his mind.

Accompanied by boundless darkness, a group of arrogant ancient ghosts appeared in the illusory space. They possessed chariots, had black beards, and traveled around riding on the backs of blue elephants.

They passed through Lin An's body, trekking a long way. The surrounding scenery gradually changed from darkness to grasslands and wilderness. He followed them to the primitive gathering place.

The campfire leaped high, burning endlessly.

Ghosts, burdened with centuries of weight, gallop across ancient and magical plains, their unrecorded burdens born from the accumulated suffering of history and the passing down of traditions through generations, disappearing into the dark sky.

A group of people emerged from the campfire: various forgotten gods, and two blurry giants.

The obscure and difficult-to-understand song sang melodiously, and Lin An vaguely heard the gods referring to the giants as the ancestors who "created the world".

The giant flew into the sky, while the gods continued to dance.

They were dressed in dazzling gold and silver, adorned with jewels and shells, and wore gleaming golden crowns on their heads. Their bracelets jingled as if playing a long-lost melody.

Lin An watched as they, holding silver scepters, trekked through the devastated ruins.

Each figure hurried along, like a saint carrying a lofty mission, and disappeared over the horizon. Accompanying the deity were figures dressed in modern clothing. From the hazy songs, Lin An learned that they were the ancestors of the Bantu people, learned of their vast knowledge and profound understanding of the past and present, and that they had been resurrected many times, protecting their descendants generation after generation.

"This is a land that embodies compassion, war, and tranquility; a land that embodies freedom, power, and imagination; a land of open-mindedness and transcendence of worldly concerns, where all primal consciousness can take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit."

The singing gradually became clearer, and the hoarse voice flowed into Lin An's ears from all directions.

"Its spirituality allows us to understand the languages ​​of gods, birds, beasts, and trees. The real world is mysterious and unpredictable, and people address each other as brothers and sisters. The secret of evolution and transformation always exists: hatred becomes love, wild animals become humans, humans become ancestors, and ancestors become the gods of heaven and earth."

"All sorts of information flows freely here, and people are very interested in all kinds of omens, like snails crawling along the forbidden zone. They possess amazing power, like a great river that flows out from the source of the world and eventually flows back into the source of the world."

"However, this land has been wantonly trampled upon by its descendants, greed and corruption are rampant, blindness and stupidity coexist, and there are vulgar kings and incompetent fool leaders everywhere. It has become a depraved land with a long history of evil, and the war for hegemony never ends."

The ghost swept past Lin An and the singer's bodies, and the latter's appearance gradually took shape.

The giant caterpillar blinked its glass-like blind eyes and looked down at Lin An from its high position.

"Our lost ancestral legacy contains truth, art, science, and mysticism, as well as the ever-evolving mysteries of the universe. Until our achievements were denied by short-sighted conquerors, our history became the history of the conquerors."

A vast army of souls passed before Lin An's eyes, as if he were reading a thick history book.

"Do you have the determination to touch it? Do you have the talent to understand it? Can you open your eyes and gain the wisdom of an outstanding ghost? No! Young, ambitious, pretentious outsider, you are not yet aware of the corresponding situation."

A torrent of thoughts surged into Lin An's mind.

A strong sense of crisis followed, goosebumps rose on my back, and the malice of the "dreamer" suddenly erupted.

A dense, crisscrossing spider web descended upon Lin An.

Although he didn't know what the consequences would be of getting entangled in these spider webs, Lin An didn't want to gamble with his life.

"System, use 'Misina: Tohoyot' - [Ship Unaffected by Impurities]!"

Golden Hebrew suddenly appeared, transforming into a large cocoon that blocked the spider silk from penetrating. The pentagram shone like the sun all around, and the helpless, blind caterpillar faded away unwillingly.

As it disappeared, cracks appeared in the illusion.

Lin An saw a glimpse of reality and, without hesitation, manipulated the Philosopher's Stone, compressing the airflow and shredding the butterfly resting on the back of his hand into dust.

The ghost's phantom image disappeared.

The brief exchange came to an end, and Lin An picked up the still-warm ant honey water and took a sip.

This was the first time he had encountered a high-rated "Dreamer" enemy.

This person seemed very dissatisfied with Lin An's self-proclaimed title of "forest ranger," believing that he was not qualified to be the guardian of the rainforest.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Dreamer is the founder of the Totem, the "general, peddler, or clergyman" who came to the rainforest from Kinsasha.

Having calmed himself down, Lin An pushed open the door and went out.

The dead butterflies, resembling fish scales, were piled up in a mountain, forming undulating mounds of corpses.

Most of the butterflies are yellow, with distinct stripes like batik, and they land on the surface of every visible object, as if forming part of the weather conditions.

The horrifying scene sent chills down everyone's spine. Lin An activated the Philosopher's Stone, and the air currents lifted the dead butterfly corpses, which then melted back into the air.

The people covered by them became visible. Lin An saw Misuru sitting against a big tree, looking haggard, blank, with his eyes staring straight at the sky.

As soon as Lin An touched him, Misuru shouted, then looked around in bewilderment, as if he had just woken up from a rare and beautiful dream.

"Misuru, how are you?"

“No…” Misuru wiped her face. “I had a very memorable dream until you woke me up. As soon as I woke up, I forgot all about the dream I had just had.”

He seemed very upset, and Lin An didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only recount the whole story of his encounter with the "Dreamer".

Misuru rallied and nodded emphatically.

"Let's go find someone else."

The butterflies dispersed, leaving behind a ground littered with the stiff-standing lion tribesmen. Misuru touched their shoulders one by one, and the people suddenly opened their eyes wide, their gazes filled with confusion and shock.

The awakened tribespeople were abuzz with discussion, talking about the strange dream they had just collectively experienced.

While waking up others along the way, Lin An discovered the hyena-man in the stream. Because of the low-lying terrain, the air currents hadn't dispersed the butterflies that had landed on him.

The yellow corpse, like a blanket, covered the dreaming hyena-man, whose face bore a pure and happy smile.

"Ed".

Lin An slid down the slope, and the airflow from the Philosopher's Stone dispersed the yellow butterflies covering him.

The boy woke up, but did not open his eyes. Instead, he raised his hands and aimed his two eyes, which were embedded in his palms, at Lin An.

Upon close contact, Lin An felt a sudden stiffness.

Evil eye?

"I hate you, forester."

Whether it was a misperception or not, Lin An heard the boy sobbing softly, each word dripping with blood.

"Because you came too late, far too late..."

The hyena-man's voice seemed like Lin An's hallucination, because his pollution level had reached 95%, putting him on the verge of death, with one foot already in the grave.

To prevent the hyena from going berserk after deciding to scatter the butterflies, he simultaneously used the "Judge" entry, "You shall be punished."

Hebrew culture, like a strong rope, lassoed the hyena's neck and tightened it sharply.

Missina swiftly took his life.

"God, you're late!"

The hyena-man let out a sigh-like howl and then remained completely still.

Lin Jing remained silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

As he looked up, he suddenly noticed a snow-white unicorn standing on the opposite bank, sipping water mixed with blood.

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