Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 65 065 'Yesterday Reappears' Spell

Where is this?
As far as Tang could remember, he had never been to such a place.

The cold wind was howling, and Tang felt icy and suffocating. Even though this was an image from the cracks of history, a scene from the past, it still made Tang feel cold all over.

This was the feedback given to him by his spirit, but his current status was far beyond Sequence Five, far beyond the level of demigods and angels in the general sense.

There are things here of the same level, and they are quite powerful.

There are countless coffins in the dark mausoleum.

Inside the coffins were highly decomposed corpses.

They had wings on their backs, but the feathers, which should have been pure white, were covered with layers of yellow oil, greasy and evil, blending with the rotten flesh of the corpses.

The surface of the corpses was covered with oil from the feathers. After a long period of accumulation, a layer of amber-like substance was cast inside the coffin, causing the corpses and feathers to stick together and fuse together, making them unable to be separated, forming a strange appearance inside the coffin.

As expected, these corpses sealed in the coffins were still "alive", but the countless spiritual threads floating from their bodies flew towards somewhere deep in the mausoleum.

Someone is manipulating these corpses, transforming them into secret puppets.

The scenes within the cracks of history kept flashing, following the layers of stairs and the lines of countless spirits to spread deep into the mausoleum.

The coldness and darkness around him seemed to be real. Tang began to hear the illusory sound of running water. A thin layer of gray-white mist had appeared on the ground. It spread on the ground, calm and distant, like a mysterious thing that had never changed.

Together, they block and suppress the terrible thing beneath the tiles.

"Gray fog?"

Tang's pupils shrank slightly.

This color... the seal of the Lord of Mysteries? The mausoleum? The River of Eternal Darkness?!
No, Talisman Dad, where have you gotten me?!

He has never been here!
Tang Han's hair stood on end. He wanted to end the power of the talisman immediately and leave the historical gap, but just as he was about to move, the scene in front of him suddenly pulled in.

Is it a historical loophole? Someone is manipulating it? Affecting the power of the spell?
Who?! Antigonus?! Or someone else?!

The scene was spinning, and a huge feathered serpent that seemed to be able to occupy an entire island suddenly appeared in front of him!
The illusory river flows endlessly, it is a dark and unreal current.

They gathered and coiled under the feathered serpent. Without the suppression of the gray-white mist, the surface of the water where even light could not exist reflected one figure after another.

They had the same bronze complexion, medium build, black hair and brown eyes, and soft features, but they were numb and lifeless, like ghosts.

They are - Azik Eggers!
A giant feathered serpent with a human face, covered with huge dark green scales and pale flames burning in its eye sockets, stood there quietly. Along with countless suspended black tubes were millions of densely packed spiritual threads.

Threads of spirit flowed from the island-like feathered serpent's body, and someone manipulated the massive serpent like a puppet. Beneath it, the ethereal river water mingled and intertwined with it, yet they existed in two completely different worlds, unable to influence each other.

Nearly endless threads of spirits crossed the illusory river, traversing layers of folded ripples, reaching higher. At the other end of these countless threads, a thin figure sat atop an invisible object in midair. In one hand, he held a three-meter-long dark gold sun scepter, and in the other, a thin brass tome.

He was wearing a loose white sweater and had short hair. He looked very young, yet with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. With his eyes closed—

Myself?
The next moment, Tang borrowed strength.

The power of the spell carried him out of the historical gap.

Tang, who had his eyes closed, opened them when the figure left and looked into the empty darkness.

It seemed like there should be something there.

"what happened?"

A voice came from the side. Tang pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head, "It's okay."

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The historical pores were broken. If Tang still had a body, he would probably be covered in cold sweats now.

He quickly checked himself, and then he felt a little relieved.

It was not contaminated, and nothing was brought back from the gaps in history. Only the normal effect of the talisman gave him abundant spiritual power.

"Host?"

The system noticed something unusual about its host and was a little confused.

Tang calmed down his spiritual fluctuations and said, "Tongzi, have you noticed anything wrong?"

"Problem?" Tongzi glanced around the host's body and hesitated for a moment. "The physical condition has not changed... But host, did you have this much spiritual power before?"

The system can numerically display various indicators of its host. Although it is currently bound to the host's body, based on its years of understanding of its host, it is also very sensitive to the fact that there is something wrong with the host's spiritual state.

Yes, spirituality.

Tang could feel the extra spiritual power in his spirit body, which exceeded his own spiritual power.

Yesterday's reappearance spell was to borrow spirituality and strength from the past self. The past self was definitely weaker than the present self - people like Mercury Snake who like to play with fate restarts, and Beyonders who have suffered severe injuries are exceptions.

He was certain that he had never possessed such a strong spiritual power before. Add to that the feathered serpent and the River of Eternal Darkness...

Could that be...

Oh no, Fu Zhu Dad, have you really mutated?

In this case, the spell that reappeared yesterday has to be renamed, and the spell that reappeared tomorrow has to be recast in advance?
Tang pulled out a talisman from his spirit body that reappeared yesterday, and was a little hesitant about whether to try it again.

"Using yesterday's spell in the real world wouldn't necessarily produce this effect. If that were the case, it would mean that there's something special about this space, Euclidean space itself."

This is not just about 'observation', it may also involve extraordinary powers in the realm of time.

His thoughts returned, Tang suppressed his inner speculation and stuffed the talisman back into the spirit body.

"Let's solve the current problem first. It's not easy to recreate the spell from yesterday. Even if we try, we must maximize the benefits while ensuring safety."

This borrowed spiritual power should be enough for him to observe who the parasite is.

"It's okay, let's talk about it when we get back." Tang said to the system.

The system also noticed Tang's emotions and shut its mouth.

Tang looked at a small town not far away.

At this time, a baby-faced knight in armor was following a middle-aged knight on their way to the church.

The scene zoomed in as Tang wished. Compared to the 'astronomical telescope for observing stars', Tang in this state could see more clearly what the extra life form like a vengeful spirit beside the baby-faced knight was.

He was a middle-aged man with dark brown eyes and neatly combed back hair. He looked quite aristocratic and gave people a sense of majesty without being angry.

(End of this chapter)