Love's vision was blurry, and he seemed to see rolling darkness.
In the darkness, there are a large number of worms twisting and squirming.
The dark worms continued to gather and turned into Dewen's face.
At this time, the young sculptor's face became extremely evil and cold, and his eyes were filled with morbid fanaticism.
That is the passion for life, for art, and for things beyond imagination!
"How can ignorant people understand greatness?"
In the darkness, a voice came.
A pained expression appeared on Love's face.
His limbs seemed to melt, and his body began to become slender, sprouting worm joints, and turned into a huge flesh worm.
'The intensity of this darkness?'
Love murmured in his heart that he was about to lose the most important bottom line and enter the red line of losing his mind.
At this moment, thousands of birdsong seemed to be heard in his ears.
The calls of various birds gathered together and turned into one sentence:
"The broken-winged bird is my name, eating your pain to feed my heart!"
A spell, like a sharp beak, accurately pecked through the darkness.
Love's consciousness returned to reality.
He saw the twisted figures on the ground, and saw Dewen with a ferocious face right in front of him.
"Partner, this time, we must use the power of the spell."
Behind him, Fang Xian stepped forward and chanted loudly:
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other side..."
"Death chases the shadows, and without youth, it will wither away..."
"This psalm will last forever and grant you immortality..."
As a high-level being, Fang Xian did not simply copy the mantra.
He used the spell of the 'Broken Winged Bird' to transform a certain amount of dark spiritual power, and immediately began to infuse it into the 'Immortal Poetry'.
Of the three lines of the 'Immortal Psalm', he felt that the second line was the sharpest and the most offensive weapon.
So he injected most of his bullets into the second sentence.
"Death chases the shadows, and without youth, it will wither away..."
Along with the chanting, there seemed to be shadows crawling on the ground, quickly sweeping towards Dewen.
As soon as Dewen stopped reaching for the sculpture, his whole body seemed to expand and disintegrate into squirming worms: "Ah... is this your power? It is equally magnificent and equally great!"
"Without youth, it will wither and die!"
Fang Xian looked at Dewen and started repeating it for the third time.
Withered!
Withered!
The sad and cold ending rippled back and forth in the studio.
The sharp notes seemed to turn into small knives, cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from Dewen's body.
After those 'flesh and blood' fell to the ground, they immediately turned into struggling flesh insects, but died one after another and exploded one by one.
By the time the painful spirit transformed by Fang Xian was exhausted, Dewen on the opposite side had turned into a skinny, mummy-like skeleton.
The skeleton stretched out its right hand, seeming to want to touch the half-finished sculpture.
"In the name of the secret keeper..."
Love, who had already climbed up, was holding the silver pendant, and the muzzle of his other hand was pressed against Devin's forehead.
boom!
Gunfire rang out.
This time there was no accident, blood was splattered all over the wall behind Dewen.
The headless corpse fell down, and there was no movement again.
Love breathed heavily, picked up a piece of oilcloth, covered the sculpture, and then turned to look at Fang Xian: "Loka...how do you feel?"
"Well enough……"
Fang Xian covered his forehead and pretended to have a headache.
"Well, take these sleeping people out first. Remember not to let any of them go. They all need to be investigated and screened..."
Love said, and asked nervously: "How do you feel mentally? If not, just take medicine. Do you have the desire to write?"
"No..." Fang Xian smiled sincerely: "I seem to only react to those mysterious items from the Falling Star Order..."
This can make him much less 'dangerous', so naturally he doesn't mind pretending.
"That's good, but I will clean up the battlefield here. The 'things' here are of very high standard, and you are not suitable to touch them at the moment..." Love seemed to be relieved.
"no problem!"
Fang Xian nodded and dragged a fat-bellied wealthy businessman out of the studio.
He knows very well.
The dark force involving the 'giant worm' should be very powerful.
In fact, just by influencing Dewen, the sculptor not only gained a certain degree of "immortality", but also mastered terrifying spiritual power that even the investigators who had taken sedatives could not withstand it.
From this we can see what extraordinary power the statue and Keplow's manuscript have!
This level of danger and confidentiality is far beyond the reach of a trainee investigator like Rocca.
'So...if I hadn't peeked a little bit at the beginning, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to contact you for a long time...'
‘The Keplow Manuscript? I feel that the most important thing on it is probably the ‘Hymn to Worms’ I wrote...’
Fang Xian, who has studied for a while, knows it very well.
Human beings cannot understand that kind of evil and terror.
Therefore, whether they are cultists, artists, or other researchers, the "greatness" they understand and feel is originally a very abstract and one-sided thing.
In addition, most of them have problems with their reason and spirit, and it is normal for them to experience hallucinations and logical confusion.
Most of the research papers, classics, and manuscripts written by them are disordered, confusing, and full of typos and fallacies.
Even different people will interpret different contents, which may produce some effects.
Although he has not read the Keplow manuscript, he can guess that it must be something like this.
The words used above are confusing, the logic is illogical, and mixed with various conjectures and hand-drawn sketches.
Ordinary people may feel dizzy when they see it, but people with high enough inspiration can get some inspiration from it.
As for Fang Xian himself, through "channeling" and reverse analysis of his own personality, he obtained the most core mysterious knowledge and compiled it into a poetic form that humans can understand!
This is the most precious mantra!
Perhaps other researchers will not be able to study the contents of the Keplow manuscript for a lifetime!
'Furthermore, even if the secret keeper comes up with research results, the effect may not be as good as my spell...but the cost is also very high...'
After this battle, Fang Xian had a deeper understanding of the power of worms.
'Supernatural power requires a 'sacrifice' and a 'price'... 'Bird with Broken Wings' requires pain, 'Immortal Psalm' requires spiritual power that is biased towards darkness... and 'Hymn of Worms', it probably requires nothing but spirituality.
Besides strength, there is also vitality!'
This is an inexplicable feeling, but Fang Xian is very sure.