Aaron looked at Clark Das like a real archaeologist, gently brushing away the dust on the altar with a brush, and at the same time he looked at Bruce like a poor apprentice, stroking a stone pillar and looking at the details carefully with a magnifying glass.
I can't help but laugh a little trying to judge its material and age.
'But overall, the 'Secret' path is quite good. As long as the 'Secret History Scholar' finds many ancient historical relics, completes rituals, and then keeps the secrets, his abilities will be quite complex and varied... Huh? Why does it feel like it's suitable for me?
'
Aaron glanced around again and found that the ruins were quite dilapidated, and there was no trace of spiritual materials or mysterious knowledge left. For most extraordinary people, it was useless waste.
But in the eyes of the 'secret historian', this place is obviously an undiscovered treasure!
While he was thinking, he saw Bruce's body shaking slightly, and an inexplicable change was taking place.
"I've been here, I've seen, I've studied..."
"Although greatness will fade away, the secret history will eventually be remembered!"
Bruce shed tears, as if in a trance, reciting proverbs in the language of the spirit world like a puppet.
Aaron knew that he had successfully absorbed a bit of 'secret' spirituality from historical relics and became half an extraordinary person!
'Speaking of which, every path has rituals to capture spirituality, whether it is from people or things... But no matter how successful the ritual is, there should be risks, right?'
‘However, the ‘secret’ road draws spirituality from ruins and antiquities. Could it be that it uses long historical time and years to wash away the possible pollution left behind... This is the core of the ‘archaeological meditation method’?’
At this moment, Aaron suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards him.
Without thinking, he took out the slender cane inlaid with white crystal in his hand.
Snap!
The black shadow flew out, it was Bruce!
But at this moment, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and his eyes were filled with black and red bloodshot eyes.
"Ho ho!"
Bruce was frothing at the mouth, suddenly stretched out his hands and pinched his neck.
He exerted so much force that it seemed as if he was his mortal enemy, and it didn't take long for his face to turn red.
"Is this...possessed by a evil spirit?"
Aaron was a little surprised: "There may indeed be resentful spirits in such ancient ruins, and the previous extraordinary people have also reported..."
According to his estimation, it was probably the moment Bruce gained spirituality that attracted the attention of a certain vengeful spirit, and then followed the occult connection in the ruins and directly possessed Bruce!
"It seems that being an archaeological team member is still dangerous."
Aaron sighed, snapped his fingers, and uttered a word in the language of the spirit world: "Light!"
Light!
The dazzling brilliance, like an incandescent lamp, appeared directly in front of Bruce's eyes and exploded...
With this light, Aaron could see strange changes in Bruce's body. For a moment, he was himself, and for a moment, he seemed to have turned into a pale-faced hunter wearing a simple hunter's uniform and covered in blood.
"Get out!"
Aaron chose to attack at the moment when Bruce was transforming, and the cane hit Bruce hard again.
"ah!"
There seemed to be a scream filled with resentment in his ears, and a shadow was directly pulled away from Bruce's body, suspended in mid-air, and transformed into a pale hunter, with drops of illusory but bright red blood flowing in his eyes.
Around the body of the resentful spirit, the light dimmed, and there seemed to be transparent, illusory and slippery tentacles, twisted and weird limbs, and crazy and evil eyes appeared...
"The illusion of the resentful spirit?!"
Aaron sneered: "If a resentful spirit could make such a big noise, there would be no one alive outside."
He snapped his fingers: "Purify!"
A white light more intense than before emerged, turning into blazing flames, wrapping around the tentacles, limbs, and eyes...
These illusions were like soap bubbles, bursting with the prick of a needle.
Then, more white flames fell on the resentful spirit, causing it to wail repeatedly.
Eventually, the white flames extinguished, leaving behind a pile of dust that continued to emit a dark brilliance on the ground.
"This should also be considered a spiritual material?"
Aaron stepped forward, took out a metal box, and collected the dust: "Extraordinary people on the 'shadow' and 'underworld' paths should like it very much."
He stood up and saw the startled Clark running over.
The 'secret history scholar' still held a brush in his hand. Seeing this scene, he immediately made a guess: "Wraith spirit?"
"Yes, it has been destroyed by me."
Aaron took out the bottle of smelling salts and placed it under Bruce's nose.
"I'm not a woman!"
Not long after, Bruce woke up, complained, and touched his neck again. Thinking of the scene just now, his whole body was shaking.
"Are you okay?"
Clark asked the student.
"fine……"
Bruce looked at Aaron with resentment: "It's just the two places where I was hit...it hurts so much!"
"Oh, it's okay then!"
Aaron looked at Clark Das: "Professor, what did you find?"
When this was mentioned, Clark's expression became extremely excited: "I have confirmed that there is indeed a 'mark' here, and I have also examined the 'elements' of historical retrospection from the ruins... It is similar to what I guessed before, it is very simple.
It can be done, I just need your help!"
At this moment, his expression was pious and fanatical, and even more mysterious.
Bruce trembled even more violently and subconsciously hid behind Aaron.
Aaron's thoughts changed rapidly:
'The Lotus Eaters are an organization of the 'red' path...'
'This is the place where the first 'ghoul' was born, so there is a high probability that it left a mark! This mark belongs to the ghoul!'
"What are the elements to gain the ability of a historical 'ghoul'?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the holster of his gun.
It just so happens that I wanted to kill this guy before.
"Teacher...no..."
There was a cry in Bruce's voice, and at this moment, the scene seemed stagnant.
Clark Das looked contemptuous: "I see ignorance, suspicion, fear in your eyes...but no trust! Could it be that in your hearts, I am such a person who is so unscrupulous in pursuit of strength?"
"This...teacher...what exactly is that 'element'?"
Bruce laughed dryly.
"I got the answer from the ruins. If I want to perform a 'history retrospective' ritual, I don't need an accurate time. I just need to complete one element at the place where this event happened... That element is 'eating the corpse'!
"
Clark Das said calmly: "But I have prepared it before and put it in my hiking bag."
"I've been...I've been carrying that thing?"
Bruce's eyes widened, as if he was going to vomit at the next moment.
