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Chapter 70 Black Stone Replica
In Room 7 of the auction venue, two blue flannel sofas were placed in the center.

Sitting on the sofa on the left was a badger-headed man, with his mask open, enjoying a glass of wine and smoking a cigar. What caught people's attention was his right hand holding the cigar, which was a prosthetic hand with a brass metallic luster, rivets on the joints, and a layer of iron sheet wrapped around the wrist and elbow.

Sitting on the sofa on the right was a man with a penguin head. He was not tall and was short and fat. He was also taking a puff of a cigar, and the room was filled with smoke.

"Jiuli, take out your things and try it. If it really succeeds, I won't sell this portrait of the god," the Penguin Head asked first.

"Don't worry, I have to say something ugly in advance."

Badger took out a brass rectangle from the silver briefcase. Not only was the size and shape of this cube the same as the black stone in Liu Yonglu's hand, but even the patterns on it were exactly the same, only the materials had been changed. If you got close, you could hear the "tick-tick" sound of the tourbillon swinging inside.

"No one has tried this thing since it was made, and there is no successful precedent in the church for improving ancient relics that can trigger a dreamland."

"Although this bronze stone was adjusted by our Pope himself, I cannot guarantee that there will be no problems in the process."

"It should be said that there is a high probability that something will go wrong, so I will accompany you for the first time. Of course, the price will be calculated separately."

"Well, try it," the penguin replied bitterly, and then he added hopefully, "Would you really like to consider the portrait of the god?"

"Please consider my offer again. There are three ancient books, and one of them contains a forbidden spell that is not a fragment. We have tested it before, so we can use it directly."

Although Badger didn't know how Penguin lost his black stone, he had to lower the price now that he had the initiative.

"I originally negotiated with them for three ancient relics. I have two of them now, so I must add one more."

Penguin Head didn't notice that the cigar in his hand had burnt to the butt. It was too embarrassing to give Black Stone to Liu Yonglu. He was too embarrassed to tell him even to people with whom he had a good relationship.

The "suck, suck, suck" sound is still there. There is no way. I'd better be frugal until the Black Stone comes back to me.

"An ancient relic will do, but unless you let me take the portrait away and try first, there's no deal." The badger-headed man was a little tempted, but the risk was too great. In the end, reason overcame the gambler's mentality.

"That is a full-length portrait of a deity, and it was painted by his preacher on earth. The preacher is being conservative. It is very likely an incarnation of the deity in the world."

Penguin Head heard the hesitation in the other party's tone and quickly made his sales pitch.

"Ahem, I still stick to my initial bid. That's our limit, ahem."

The badger-headed mechanical arm opened and clenched, clenched and opened again, obviously with great determination. Later, when he coughed violently, he took out a white scarf from his pocket and covered his mouth.

After taking off the handkerchief, I found that it was covered with dark brown liquid.

"You have to take it easy recently, don't let it go."

“No, if the gods show up directly, the door will be opened. I can’t… cough cough…”

The two of them fiddled in the house for a long time before they were ready to perform the ceremony to activate the replica of the black stone. The replica did not have the ability to enter the dreamland after contact, so it could only rely on artificial mass.

Penguin pulled out a piece of dry umbilical cord from his pocket, which he had taken from the frog-faced baby. Badger used a special primer to burn the umbilical cord in a small dish, and pieces of red smoke began to fill the room.

As the smoke gradually cleared, the brown wallpaper became blurred, and in its place was a wild beach covered with ferns, with red waves washing over the sharp rocks on the beach.

Badger looked around with a strangely structured gear compass in his hand, and from time to time he took out a notebook from his pocket to record the numbers on the compass in his hand.

The penguin squatted on the ground, scooped up a handful of sand with his hands and let the sand flow through his fingers. He seemed to be looking forward to everything on the island, but also seemed to be mixed with some kind of fear. He was often suspicious and suddenly turned his head to look at the ferns.

He had only seen written records about Black Skull Island in the scriptures, and he did not have the ability and courage to actually touch the black stone and enter the dreamland. The two walked along a dirt road covered with red shells towards the center of the island. Not long after, they saw a stone statue of a frog-faced baby on the side of the road. The statue was not tall, and its legs were as long as its mother's. Its hands and feet were still curled up in the mother's body, but its frog-like eyelids were already open, showing an evil and painful cry.

"Patrick, is there a problem?"

"I don't know. The scriptures don't explain it in detail, but... it looks like an island with trees and statues..."

"This is the meditation place of the Father God, the God of Black Stone. No one can bring back the information on the island while awake."

"Once, a cultist entered Blackskull Island during a ritual, but when he woke up from his dream, he was on the verge of mental collapse. Within a minute, he grew webbed hands and gills and was transformed into a member of my Lord's clan."

Patrick sighed and continued walking forward, but he didn't say a word. There was a man who had been to Blackskull Island and was still sober. The Black Stone was now in the hands of that damn guy.

Soon, the two saw the slope, and under the slope was the location where the stone tablet was placed as recorded in the scriptures.

The stone altar was placed in the center, and inside the sacrificial field should be the followers of the Father Gods. Patrick's breathing gradually became heavier, and the mist he exhaled even blurred the lenses of the glasses in the mask.

He slowly walked down the slope, holding on to the branches of plants. As the distance got closer, he could gradually see the appearance of his clansmen.

They were fat, short and thick mealworms. Their bodies were like a carrot or a croissant, with layers of fat folds, and under the folds were pairs of small fleshy feet with mucus suckers.

Looking at the mealworm's face, it is a human face. No, although it has human facial features, the skin has a metallic texture, and under the unnatural warm red light, it emits a brassy glow.

Seeing Patrick appear, the mealworms seemed to have received some kind of signal and rushed over one after another. Although they did not look very flexible, there were so many of them that they huddled together to form a surging wave of insects.

"Jiuli! There's a problem! Take me out now!"

Patrick had already realized that something was wrong. These were not the Father God's followers at all! He didn't know what kind of monsters these were, but today's trip to the Dreamland must have come to the wrong place.

Jiuli, who was standing behind Patrick, took out a brass flint from his pocket. He pulled out the copper rod and rubbed the gear on the main body violently, but unfortunately, the gear turned forward slowly for two circles and then stopped again.

While Jiuli was trying, the strange insects with mechanical faces pounced on Patrick. They pressed Patrick down like hungry larvae, stacked up one after another, and their overly fat bodies twisted wildly. Dark yellow liquid flowed down their fat folds of flesh.

“Ka…Chichichichi”

After three attempts, the flint in Jiuli's hand was finally polished.

Under the illumination of the blue flames, the ferns, the deserted island, and the mealworm-like monster began to fade slowly.

When Jiuli opened his eyes again, he and Patrick were back in Room 7, but Patrick was slumped on the sofa, his right leg still twitching up and down nervously, and his condition was very bad.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Dear guest, your companion has bought the mixed-blood black bull horn, and the seller is waiting outside. Could you please let him in now?"

It's the voice of the pink rabbit from the auction house.

The editor has arranged it for me. We will put it on the shelves next Wednesday! When the time comes, please support us and give us a first order. We will still follow the old rules. We will put it on the shelves and we will not delay the pace before putting it on the shelves. It is all hard work.

It’s Friday, so finish up your work and studies and consider it as the weekend. I wish everyone has a good mood, have a drink and a bite to eat after work and have some fun.

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(End of this chapter)