Boluoge was certain that he was still in the farmhouse. Faced with this somewhat warm scene, Boluoge laughed to himself.
A sunshine hotel?
In the depths of the room? What a joke. In comparison, the life-and-death escape just now seemed like an illusion.
Boluogo took a long breath and moved his body. His mental ability was gradually improving. After a simple complaint, he began to explore the hotel.
Being able to hide in the depths of the room, Boluogo doesn't think this place is just a simple hotel. It hides some secrets, but Boluogo hasn't discovered it yet.
The front desk of the hotel was empty, except for a record player. As the vinyl record turned, the man's old singing voice echoed in his ears.
Boluogo hummed softly along with the voice, "Mother, warn your children not to make the same mistakes as I did."
This song sounds pretty good. It seems to be a man's self-confession and a warning to those who come.
Bologg looked towards the corridor to one side. Doors were lined up on both sides of the corridor. Even here, Bologg could hear whispers in the room.
This hotel is full of people.
Boluogo was not interested in knocking on the door to say hello for the time being. He walked towards the glass door facing the front desk. The frosted glass blurred the outside scene, and the warm sun fell, filling every place evenly with soft light.
Boluogo held the door handle and tried to open the door. He found that the door was not locked, but it was a little heavy.
After opening a weak gap, the fatal high temperature covered Boluogo's palm in an instant. The skin was instantly scalded and many blisters appeared.
Boluogo watched without changing his expression. Through the gap in the door, all he could see was still a pure light.
Familiar light.
As if by mistake, Bologo endured the pain and further opened the door. The crack in the door gradually widened, and even the first ray of sunlight fell on Bologg's arm.
In an instant, uncontrollable severe pain was released from the location where the light shone, and then a raging fire devoured Boluogo's arm.
Along with the severe pain and burning, Boluoge found that he was too familiar with this light, as if he had spent many years with this light.
Burned to ashes by the light, and reborn from the ashes.
The fragmented information was pieced together again, restoring the true face of history, but this intense pain did not give Boluogo time to think. He tried to extinguish the fireworks, but this only made the fireworks more intense.
Suddenly the pain disappeared, and then Bologg's entire burning arm fell off from his body, as if an invisible blade had cut off Bologg's arm, leaving a flat and smooth wound.
The burning pain from the fireworks covered up the pain of the severed limb. Bologg didn't even feel anything. He fell backwards. He thought he would fall to the ground, but Bologg heard a clear snap of his fingers, and then he fell to the ground.
Sitting on the soft sofa.
The burning severed limb did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in the air. The fireworks continued to burn, turning the severed limb into a ball of fire until it was completely reduced to ashes and there was no longer anything to burn.
"Huh...that's terrible. You almost destroyed my hotel."
A familiar voice sounded, and a guy in a nightgown appeared next to the front desk. He looked lazy and smiled at Boluogo.
Bologg recognized this face and was familiar with his voice, but Bologg was certain that the mysterious existence in front of him was definitely not him or Palmer.
The snake scale liquid expanded from the body, and the cold scales covered Boluogo's body. His only arm held a sharp sword, and the sharp end pointed at the enemy in front of him.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lazarus, I just saved your life."
The visitor spread his hands and smiled.
After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and pointed at the ashes exuding residual warmth.
Boluogo was silent for a while. He disarmed himself and sat back on the sofa that appeared out of thin air. He ignored the presence of the visitor and fixed his eyes on the ashes.
The broken limbs quickly came back to life. Bologg's arms were bare, and many broken messages were connected together at this moment.
Boluogo whispered, "A light..."
A light that ended the wrath of the scorched earth and caused the fall of the sacred city.
Boluogo asked the visitor, "What exactly is this light?"
"Lightshine, a curse from King Solomon, burns everything it touches and cannot be extinguished until it is completely destroyed."
The visitor answered directly, which also explained why he chopped off Boluogo's arm. Once the light burn spreads to the whole body, it would become extremely troublesome to deal with it.
"Guangzhuo..."
Boluogo covered his head, and the vague and lost memories gradually became clear.
Boluogo believes that the human brain is like an extremely huge library, and memory is the books piled up in this library.
Human beings cannot remember all their memories all the time, so the books written by humans give different names to these memories. Some people name them after dates, some people name them after stages of life, and some people name them after what they have experienced.
named after a major event.
When a person wants to recall something, as long as he recalls the "book title", he can find the corresponding book in this huge library and recall the entire time.
But when you don't know the title of the book, you won't be able to find the corresponding book, just like no one knows what they don't know yet.
No one can remember what they have forgotten.
The burning of the light and the name of the light made Boluogo confirm the authenticity of his guess. It was not an illusion or a rumor.
A ray of light rose from the ground and burned away everything, leaving only himself struggling in the sea of fire, dying, resurrecting, and dying again, until he woke up in a dark prison after a long sleep.
"Closer..."
Boluogo murmured that he was one step closer to the truth of history.
At this time, I moved my eyes back to the glass door, and the warmth of the full light was still there.
"The light has been burning for so many years, but it still hasn't burned out... This is a seal, right?"
Boluogo said, his pupils trembling slightly. He thought of the evils in this world in the abandoned land, the foehn wind that could destroy all things, and the ashes piled up like a sea.
And the old city buried deep in ashes.
He began to understand why no one has found the "Red Dragon" so far. Maybe the "Red Dragon" is hidden in the ruins of the Holy City, but once he enters the Holy City, he will face the light. Anyone who is illuminated by the light will
, will all usher in destruction.
Whether it's the evil in this world, the desperate outpost, or even the hotel he's in, this is all part of the sealing light.
"It's also part of the deal."
Boluogo muttered to himself. He looked at the person who came, and Boluogo had already realized the identity of the other person.
"Which one of the devils are you?"
"The world has many names for me, earthly observer, connoisseur, spectator, magnificent recorder..."
Along with the visitor's narration, his face also changed rapidly, Palmer, Aimu, Jeffrey, Bailey...
The faces of all the familiar people in Boluogo flew across the face of the visitor, and the voice of the visitor also changed with the different faces.
"I wish, Mr. Lazarus, you could call me by my real name."
The visitor still made no attempt to hide anything, and his frankness made Boluogo feel uneasy. He stretched out his hand and invited him.
"Slothful Belphegor."
Boluogo took a deep breath. He finally saw the devil hiding in the Bureau of Order. Boluogo had a preliminary understanding of his deal with the Bureau of Order.
The two hands were held together, and even though the other party knew his name, Boluogo still answered habitually.
"Bologo Lazarus."
Belphegor's face paused on Palmer's face again, and he showed a seemingly familiar smile, but this smile lacked the sense of meanness, and instead had a little more mystery and evil.
"Finally I see you, Mr. Lazarus."
Belphegor hugged Bologg's hand excitedly and said.
"I am your fan."
Boluogo's expression remained calm. He had begun to get used to these crazy people cheering him, even if the other party was a devil.
"Are you a fan again?" Boluogo said without any sign of weakness, "Do you want me to sign an autograph for you?"