World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 95 Séance

Ranger_12: Here's what happened: The poster suddenly saw someone like this flash by on a street corner and then disappear. They drew a picture from memory, and now everyone's guessing—is this really a mystic? [Image]
[Image] shows a Photoshop doodle of a scribbled bread man wearing a half-Phantom of the Opera mask and a black veil, with Barbie-like black lipstick.

WaterparkS!: How can you talk about mystics like a race? Do you mean dogs can be mystics too?

DaoFaZiRan: It must be local folk clothing, the poster doesn't need to worry about it.

Ghavarus-Ray: Doesn't anyone think the clothes the poster drew are a bit risqué? I'm fine now. If the World Tree Forum didn't have so many censored words, I'd definitely give the guys a little something risqué.

Joervann_233: I reported the person upstairs, guys, did I do the right thing?

Mercury_178: I also reported the person upstairs. Brothers, did I do the right thing?

MaskedIGJM: You did a great job! You did a great job!
Heviaaaa: Hmph, it seems to be a Stand of the same type as me.

Let me answer this seriously. Masks and veils are usually used to conceal one's true identity and appearance. As for black lipstick, it might be to make it easier for others to recognize one. Therefore, it seems the poster may have stumbled into a secret organization.

Although the drawing is abstract, it's clear that this is traditional clothing from the Corn Country, and the more fashionable metal mask suggests that this secret organization may be located on the border of the Eagle Country. You should try asking users in New Mexico or Texas for help.

Oh, they've already hyped it up and changed the settings, so it's fine now.

Camelia0: It would be best to delete this post.

nazranx2: Teacher Ka, what happened to your kidney?

Camelia0: You guys look up the Fox Sisters... This is probably their New Mexico twin organization called 'Mrs. Ava's Séance'.

Toobie4564: Hurry up and bring out more mysticism! / I can't wait.

RaijinLupis: I searched, but found nothing. Maybe I'm using the wrong search engine.

Nickelflowers: I think I've heard of it... It was my grandmother who told me that around 1875, two sisters successfully performed a séance at the local mayor's house, allowing the mayor to witness the spirit of his deceased wife.

Nickelflowers: And so, the sisters gradually formed a faith organization. About six years later, they met a wealthy knight from Dove Country and performed a séance. The knight claimed to have seen the shadows of deceased relatives and friends when the sisters were veiled.

Nickelflowers: With investment from the Jazz, they expanded the influence of their séance to surrounding towns, naming the organization after their surname—'Lady Ava's Séance'. Around 1920, they even frequently appeared in Sapphire, one of the most bustling cities in New Mexico.

Alligator: Why can't I find something so important? Don't you find that strange?

Nickelflowers: It's said that after the sisters died, their great-granddaughter, who possessed the most spiritual power, became a medium. Unfortunately, she turned to the study of demonology, leading to the decline of séances. Anyway, we just listen to it as a bedtime story now.

Toobie4564: Hardcore bedtime stories.

Low_Artist_766: Are you sure it's gone? I feel more like it's moved underground.

Low_Artist_766: From 1875 to now, that's half the history of the United States. How far has this organization grown? It's a bit scary.

Brilliant458: Local bully level.

Displacedindavis: Can anyone post an introduction to the Sorcerer's Guild? I don't want to leave the World Tree Forum.

E_Hobo: A séance is an attempt to communicate with the deceased, usually conducted by a medium. At the start of the ritual, the medium is in a trance-like state, through which the deceased can communicate with the living. This is a well-known form of psychic communication, or channeling.

E_Hobo: Another famous prop is the Ouija board, an item very similar to the Ouija board used in Chinese mythology, and there are even legends of summoning the demon Solomon from it. Spiritualists believe that 'objectification' gives people the ability to communicate with hell.

Displacedindavis: I'm confused. What is objectification?

E_Hobo: A term referring to a temporary physical organization that stores souls, which is visible and tangible.

JascnBriel: I admire the master.

Displacedindavis: Thank you, thank you.

CreazionediAdamo: Spirit possession is not a branch of mysticism. It's just that the creation of history is inextricably linked to mysticism; to be precise, it's a form of hypnosis that relies on techniques to achieve its purpose and unfold a magic show.

CreazionediAdamo: I almost forgot, the Eagle Kingdom has a [Golden Dawn], which includes magicians in the ancient profession of alchemists... What a disgrace! This is a desecration of the Western Continent!

Lin An turned off his phone and put it in his pocket.

Sasaki recently sent a message saying that the Foundation seemed to have lifted its surveillance on him in early February. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin An logged into the two Raven terminals, used his administrator privileges to ban a group of people, and wrote code all night to make the overcrowded World Tree Forum a bit more orderly.

At the same time, he also activated the original username, even though it was a blank new account.

Lin An was very satisfied to have regained control of his hard work.

The séance of Lady Ava... is probably the origin of that artificial crystal.

This was supposed to be a group of fraudsters, but due to the radiation from "Comers," some of them awakened genuine "superpowers," and one of them is known to be a "prophet" medium.

In the email, the foundation staff referred to her as Gamma-002 [Blind Granny].

Lin An found her record on the wanted list; she was a free-spirited mystic similar to the Witch of Bavomet.

There were no dead mystics in the Blood-Red Church, and the Blind Granny was not present. He guessed that it was just a "branch" of the Séance.

The problem is coming.

Why did Crystal urge Lin An to head west?
In the video shown by the sand sculpture, when those people take out artificial crystals and talk to each other, are they discussing the urging and summoning coming from this crystal?
It seems this "blind old woman" has ulterior motives.

Could she be acquainted with the murderer?

Sometimes thinking, sometimes dozing off, before he knew it, the RV had driven into the city of Safi. Just as it entered the road, an ambulance came speeding towards him at 80 miles per hour with its siren blaring. Mishi quickly swerved and narrowly missed it.

On the city streets, speeding has become the norm. Drivers will not slow down for anyone or anything. The brightly colored traffic is dazzling. Pedestrians on the road, even old ladies, are walking hurriedly without stopping for a moment.

Fortunately, the foundation's facilities were located on the outskirts of Shafi City. Influenced by the street racers, Mishi didn't press the accelerator much before a fluttering flag appeared on the distant horizon.

"Here we are!"

She turned to notify her three companions. As the RV drew closer, an unremarkable office building rose from the ground, its exterior slightly dilapidated, blending perfectly with the surrounding buildings belching black smoke.

"Uh, we...have we arrived?"

"Captain, has the foundation gone bankrupt?" Lin An asked.

“The New Mexico branch was established urgently a year ago. Before that, the St. Aniloff branch had been hitting roadblocks everywhere in the West due to its size and manpower, and it had no foundation,” Simon explained. “No matter what it looks like on the outside, it has everything it needs on the inside.”

As he said, when Lin An and his group entered the facility, they were treated almost the same as they had in New York. X was still the familiar X, welcoming them with an androgynous voice.

The only change is probably in the layout of the rooms and dining areas. This facility has 16 floors above ground and 11 floors below ground, but each floor is extremely narrow, and the total area is even smaller than that of Dietrich.

After watching the research department remove the Thunderbird statue, Lin An checked its panel again.

Fortunately, nothing has changed.

Otherwise, Lin An would really suspect that Brother Lei had secretly cheated while he wasn't paying attention.

We're both at the same level, so why are you so outstanding?

On the way to the dormitory with the civilian staff, Lin An received a notification from the branch president, instructing them to meet the inspector, Efron Ruben, on the 16th floor, the highest floor, at 7:00 a.m. the next morning.

7 o'clock……

Lin An took a bite of the hot dog skewered on a bamboo stick and raised his eyebrows.

What a diligent American! People don't usually get up this early.

Unfortunately, Simon was powerless in the face of the inspection team, Mishi sighed, and even Barry was sullen. Only Lin An recalled the "wonderful" time of early morning reading in high school and skillfully turned on the 5:30 alarm at the bottom of his phone.

"Ding ding ding—ding ding ding—!"

Awakened by the alarm clock that seemed to have a sedative effect, Lin An relied on muscle memory to finish washing up in a daze, put on his coat, and stepped into the conference room half an hour early.

Unexpectedly, a young man was already sitting there.

The conference room wasn't large. He looked up and met Lin An's gaze, his sharp eyes like a blade pressed against his throat.

"Euler".

"M-Muda?"

"This is a greeting." The young man placed a Spanish language book, "Spanish - From Beginner to Expert," face down on the table. "One more time, Hola."

"Hello……"

The young man had an unruly face and short blond hair. Overall, he was fairly decent-looking, but the scar at the corner of his mouth cut through his flesh, revealing bloody gums and triangular teeth, ruining his overall appearance and making him look indescribably ferocious.

"Sit down." The young man gestured with his hand. "Efron Ruben. You must be Lin An, right? It's a pleasure to meet you."

His voice sounded like heavy metal music, which was quite unsettling, and Lin An inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body.

Despite his reluctance, Lin An had no choice but to slowly walk to the spot Efron had arranged for him, under Efron's sharp gaze.

However, just as he approached the young man, a hoarse voice rang out.

"How many seconds would it take to snap his neck here? How many seconds would it take to crush his head like a watermelon?"

Lin An's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly composed himself, sitting down as if nothing had happened.

Over the past few days, he and the system studied the white marks left by the beaver and finally concluded that Sister Mouse was an even more wicked riddle teller than Brother Deer.

After several attempts, Lin An discovered that this mark could only be seen by the source-level mystics. Out of caution, he covered it with his long bangs.

At this moment, the mark warms slightly, revealing its true function.

It turns out that Efron Ruben was the culprit behind the creation of the Scarlet Church!

Beaver wants Lin An to get away from that guy as soon as possible!
Therefore, once Lin An gets close to this particular person, he can hear the other person's thoughts.

Before he could process any more information, Efron Ruben smiled knowingly and rested his chin on his hands.

"You look nervous. Would you like a coffee? The coffee machine is over there. I've tried it; the coffee beans here taste pretty good."

"Pull his esophagus out like noodles, it must feel as good as a water balloon."

Lin An's lips twitched.

Who the hell would dare drink this coffee?!
(End of this chapter)