immeles house,

third floor,

study.

Karen kept staring at the candle, and the blue candle flame flickered from time to time, but the doors and windows of the study were obviously closed, and there was no wind at all.

The feeling of being watched always existed, at first it was in two corners of the study;

Yes, two looks!

Karen can be sure that two eyes are watching her.

At first, they looked at it curiously;

Then they began to observe carefully;

Immediately, they began to fall into some kind of thinking;

Now, their eyes are gradually becoming more relaxed.

The sense of oppression and tension at the beginning is gradually fading away, and the feeling of being on pins and needles is also gone;

Karen's sitting posture also changed from upright at the beginning to pursuing comfort.

His back was leaning on the chair, and his hands were resting on the armrests. His eyes did not leave the candle flame, but his legs were naturally raised and stacked.

The candle flame in front of him looked like a painting, and Karen was watching it continue to "dance" in an appreciative way;

At the same time, he also knows that the person he sees in the painting is also a painting in the eyes of others.

It's hard to describe this atmosphere in specific words,

Not cold, not too cold;

Just the right amount of implicit, slightly hesitant reserve;

Maybe this will make you a little confused, but in fact it can bring you some peace of mind and tranquility.

Candle,

Half burned.

You won't feel that it burns too slowly, because you don't live like a year;

You don't want it to burn any slower, because there's no need.

When a candle burns, there is no black, white or yellow smoke, but there is something else rising along with the burning essence, which is called being content with the situation.

…

Oak Cemetery.

Alfred was controlling his emotions and trying to regain control of his expression as much as possible.

actually,

If you use reason to analyze his previous reaction,

For example, asking in Dis: Are you disappointed?

At this point, the best and only response based on rational analysis is: Praise Karen!

Because except for this reaction, the result of your other reactions is to be wiped out by Dis on the spot.

When you are no longer "loyal" to your grandson, then you also lose the need to exist in the eyes of Dis.

Even, in order to prevent you from feeling shame because of being "cheated" and then deriving "hate", the simplest and most straightforward way is to deal with you directly here.

for family,

Dis can do anything,

The name of order is just a rag in his hand, used to wipe the dining table at home.

Fortunately,

Alfred was an extremely rational person, and extreme rationality was often only a piece of paper away from paranoia.

When the fire is lit,

There is no need for others to add firewood. Alfred can exert his absolutely strong subjective initiative. He is a mature firewood who can pick up firewood and come back to chop it for himself.

He firmly believes that his choice is correct, and it will only become more correct in the future;

This has been elevated from "speculation" to "worship", and from worship to "faith".

so,

After getting Alfred's response, Dis stopped looking at him.

"The Principle Cult didn't take my body away, did you take care of it?" Mr. Hofen asked Dis.

"Your body is of little value." Dis replied bluntly, "The existence of an academic like you is only valuable while you are alive. However, it is true that I made some arrangements, otherwise your current

The body probably won’t be here anymore. It’s worthless in our eyes, but in the eyes of the church, it can at least be an addition, which is better than nothing.”

"That's why I said it, it's really interesting." After Mr. Hofen crawled out of the cemetery, he was much more out of touch than when he was alive before. "When I know that I have a serious illness and I don't have long to live, I can stay with you."

You go crazy by performing a super-standard divine descending ceremony; after you die, you can crawl out again to complete the ceremony of sealing the evil god.

Dis,

You really make my death wonderful."

Mr. Hoffen was so excited that he started to raise his arms and start dancing, but his face was really shaky. What appeared against the background of the night rain was a kind of scalp-numbing horror.

But he himself enjoys it. A person who has died once has already let go of what he should let go of. He is very pure.

Dis stood there, watching this old friend who had abided by strict doctrines all his life, now "going wild".

Alfred, who had completed his emotional management and regained some inner peace, saw this.

He made a fist with his right hand, put it to his mouth, and flicked his left hand:

"Three, two, one, start!"

A rhythmic melody came from Alfred's mouth. This melody adapted to Mr. Hoffen's swing rhythm from the beginning. It can be said that it was completely tailor-made for him.

Moreover, Alfred has always had a unique advantage in terms of "sound", so his B-Box has a more rhythmic and metallic texture, as if a big loudspeaker radio is really playing music here.

"Yo yo yo!"

Mr. Hoffen pointed one finger at Alfred. He was very satisfied with this strange monster and even gave him a thumbs up to praise his understanding.

You know, before Mr. Huofen died, he shouted for Dis to kill his grandson, but now, he can get along with a strange monster without any barriers.

It rained all the time and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Alfred's rhythm, Mr. Hoffen's dance, combined with the torrential rain, formed a very textured scene.

Unfortunately, the only audience was Dis;

Fortunately, Dees was in the audience to witness it.

until the end,

Mr. Hofen suddenly shouted:

"Dis, after dancing for so long, why don't I feel tired?"

Dis replied calmly: "Now you can only dance until your body falls apart, but you will never tire until you dance."

"Huh?" Mr. Hofen immediately waved to Alfred to pause the "music", and then wiped the rain off his face with his hands with some embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry, I have no experience in dying for the first time."

Dis woke himself up so that he could help seal the evil god.

It would be really embarrassing if I just jumped here and scattered my body all over the floor.

Mr. Hofen sat down directly, regardless of the mud on the ground, which was already dirty when he climbed out of the ground:

"Dis, we can start preparing now. You can arrange how to do it. You know what I'm good at, right?"

Dis nodded and sat down.

Alfred also sat down, and I could actually...hear the plan to seal the evil god at such a close distance?

If painting a mural is a beautiful vision for the future, then at the moment, Alfred feels that he is experiencing the actual feelings that will inevitably come after "painting a mural".

Able to negotiate the fate of an evil god.

Oh my God, only the characters on the murals can create such a game!

"I just said that its state of existence is very strange. This is because the divine descending ceremony is only half completed.

If it has entered Karen's body, or if it has a body that it has built on its own and that fits well, then its state of existence will change."

Mr. Huofen said: "It's like mist turning into water droplets, which can be easily stored in containers."

Alfred nodded.

"I tried to release the soul fire, but I couldn't eliminate it. Instead, in order to hold up the soul fire, my own arms were burned.

Therefore, the first step in the plan is to let it escape from its current state."
To be continued...