Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 17 017 Travel Notes
Inside the huge circus, under the high dome, the lights were dim, the air was heavy and suffocating.

The seats in the audience were densely packed with people, their faces dull and crazy. The moment the huge steel monster appeared, the fanatical voices reached their climax.

The low roars mixed with the chaotic voices made people shudder.

On the stage, the dismembered body disappeared inexplicably, and no one noticed that there was another fanatical figure in the audience.

Their shouts and cries formed waves of spiritual throbbing, and the roaring spirit was like a maggot on the tarsus, infecting every extraordinary person present.

The Beyonders held their breath, lowered their heads, and remained silent.

They sealed off their own spirituality and endured those secret dolls, whose strange whispers had a crazy and infectious power.

As miracles happened and appeared, the dome that had been shaken before was now stable again and even stronger than before.

The mysterious power here is strengthened once again.

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"Then I was thrown out." Olsson still felt a little scared after telling his story.

He was swallowed by darkness when the steel beast made up of countless clever parts began to move, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared at the entrance of the circus.

"The magician turned into a puddle of mud. To be honest, I even suspected that I would be killed. I was ready to die, but I didn't expect that I would actually be allowed to escape."

He looked at Tang and said seriously, "I owe you my life, Tang."

"I'm just taking a gamble," Tang said honestly.

He had no idea what was going on inside and could only guess based on his understanding of the extraordinary abilities of the miracle worker.

Fortunately, this was truly a seal formed by the condensation of the Beyonder's characteristics that had already died, and not a Miracle Worker digesting a potion, or some other situation.

"'0-32 The Never-Ending Theater', this sealed artifact originated during the Four Emperors' War. According to descriptions, it should be behind the sealed gate of the Church of the Lord of Storms. However, that happened during the Fifth Epoch, when Zhou Mingrui descended, not in the current Fourth Epoch."

Most sealed objects do not have legs. Has anyone brought this sealed object to Tingen?
Or is it really that this sealed object happened to be able to move on its own and ran to Tingen?
Tang tried to predict whether there would be danger next, but failed.

It is not difficult to understand that the fortune teller's divination cannot be effective due to the interference of high-level seals around him and insufficient prerequisites.

"However, in this case, we have to guard not only against this seal that has obviously gotten out of control, but also against the person behind the scenes."

Tang thought for a moment and prepared to go in and find out what was going on.

"Tang?" Olson looked at Tang with some horror. "You don't want to go in, do you?"

"Why not?" Tang tried to look relaxed. "Obviously, this thing follows its own logic. It's probably a magical item that's out of control."

"Also, from your description, making it perform an impossible miracle can effectively weaken the power of this magical item. I can give it a try. At the very least, I'll be thrown out like you."

Olson: "...You have such a big heart."

"Thank you for the compliment." Tang smiled, then nodded to the black-armored knight beside him, "Then I'll go in."

The black-armored knight nodded silently, but Olson suddenly said, "Wait!"

Before Tang could say anything, Olson suddenly stuffed something into his hand.

It was a palm-sized book with a copper-green exterior, and a line of words was written on it using the ancient Feysac language.

"I come, I see, I record."

Tang looked at the book in his hand in silence.

"This is a special item I possess, equivalent to Sequence Six of the Apprentice Path, Recorder."

Olsson explained.

Tang thought, "You don't need to explain. I know how to use this thing better than you do."
"This item already records the extraordinary abilities of two journeys." After quickly introducing the usage and negative effects of this artifact, Olsson continued, "In addition, there is also a demigod-level exile."

This is Sequence Four of the Apprenticeship Path, the mystic's extraordinary ability to banish the target to another dimension. It is a very powerful supernatural power used to expel danger.

Two journeys, one demigod-level exile.

Tang Zheng nodded and accepted the other party's kindness.

"I won't go in with you. To be honest, my legs are a little weak now."

Tang patted the other man's shoulder and then walked towards the circus entrance not far away.

Olsson stood there for a moment, and then Owen patted his shoulder, making Olsson grimace. "If you're tired, you can go to the hotel and rest. I'll watch over you here."

"I hope everything will be fine." Olson rubbed his shoulders and said softly with his head down.

Irving remained noncommittal.

His younger brother has always been like this, sometimes...

Inside the pitch-black armor, Owen's eyes flickered and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

He needs more powerful strength.

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The moment the cheers, the sounds of joy, and the image of a huge crowd of people came into his face, Tang felt like he was about to suffer from claustrophobia.

Under the vision of the spirit threads, countless spirit threads stretched out towards the lonely and high dome like a twist, so densely packed and overlapping that it was impossible to see the source.

"system."

'Host, I am here.'

"Use identification."

'Appraisal in progress. One appraisal attempt has been automatically consumed. The remaining appraisal attempts are: 143.'

'Identification failed. Reason for failure: The identification object cannot be a Sequence 2 or higher level mystical artifact. Please be cautious with each use of the identification times and improve your status.'

Failure was something Tang had anticipated.

Tang watched as his spiritual thread involuntarily floated towards the dome, and began to manipulate his spiritual thread to prevent it from being captured by some force above the dome.

"This scene is very similar to the one in the ancient palace in the Hornachis Mountains. By the way, did this miracle worker also like to hang people up like sausages when he was alive?"

Tang even had some leisure to think about this.

The inner and outer spaces of the circus are completely unequal. After all, this is a world of mysticism, so this kind of thing is not uncommon.

That is, what would happen if an angel from the Judgement Path used the Reality Augmentation Law here?
Are all people squeezed into a pie by space?

Tang shook his head, found the chair that had been automatically extended wirelessly and was not occupied by anyone, and sat down.

He looked towards the stage, where a woman in a classical robe was being attacked by a flying knife from a clown with an exaggerated face paint.

The lady was tied to a huge disc, and the clown was blindfolded and was throwing sharp knives with cold rays of light behind her.

Each time, the sharp knives narrowly grazed the woman's body and stopped on the disc, making a buzzing sound.

The lady's face was pale and she seemed to be very scared, but she was quite lucky and had not been hit once so far.

(End of this chapter)