Primordial Sequence

In the hotel in Billing City, Camus silently put away the mirror. When he stretched out his hand, he was stunned. He saw that his hand became much whiter and more delicate, and he immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Faceless men can even change their skin?" After thinking about it, Camus began to think about Jack. She clearly saw Jack coming here in the mirror. Why was it that he saw another person just now? And why does this person feel so familiar to me?

"The man seems to be a clergyman of the Church of the Sun. I must have never seen him before, so what is this familiar aura?" Thinking of Camus and closing his eyes, he began to recall the scene at that time and his expression gradually solidified. He suddenly opened his eyes.

"The Perpetual One".

That box was the box containing the Perpetual One. No wonder it was so familiar. I was only paying attention to the person at the time and didn’t see the box in his hand. How did the Perpetual One come here? After Korgas died, he gave up this sealed artifact because he was weak. How did he get to Billing City? Why did I predict that I would see the Level 1 Sealed Artifact Continuator at Jack’s location? Is there any connection between Jack and the Perpetual Ones? At this moment, Camus suddenly remembered something, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"First-level sealed objects? Didn't it mean that the makeup artist couldn't predict the traces of these top-level sealed objects when he was at a low level? Why can I see these top-level sealed objects? It's impossible. It's recorded in both the promotion knowledge and the extraordinary system. Can a low-level makeup artist not predict these top-level sealed objects? Could it be that he could see the first order after he died?" Kamui looked at the mirror again while thinking, maybe it was just a coincidence, could he see the first level by himself? The traces of the sealed objects can be found through experiments. In order to find out the reason, Camus directly began to predict the location of the Continuator.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to use the mirror, and please tell me the traces of the Eternal One." As Camus filled the air, the mirror in front of him gradually distorted, and Camus saw Eternal on a glass. In the reflection of the successor, I saw a man in bloodstained clothes, standing in the corner with dull eyes. A black suitcase was placed on the white bed. Its lid was opened. It was red in color and had a complex pattern of continuity. The reader was sitting inside, seeming to sense something.

"Cuckoo."

The originally quiet Perpetuator suddenly became restless, and tumbling masses of blood suddenly emerged from the box where he was placed. The blood slowly squirmed on the ground and climbed up the glass window to block his sight. Kamuo immediately knew His peeping was discovered, he severed contact with the mirror and returned to reality.

"Huh... it's true. I can see top-level sealed objects. Since top-level sealed objects can be seen, can I see gods?" As his thoughts were surging, a thought suddenly flashed in Kamiao's mind. The thought, but he quickly extinguished it. He is still a little afraid of what happened at the Drave Industrial Bank. Laura's housekeeper was a stage two makeup artist, and he died because of the prediction that the third golden slate would be backlashed. This is a living example.

"No, there's one more thing. After I was resurrected, I predicted Jack's whereabouts, but the other party didn't notice me. If I guessed correctly, Jack's current ability has reached at least Stage 4 or above. I would be discovered even if I peeked at a Stage 2 person. Why didn't he find it?" All kinds of questions pounded Camus' mind. All of this happened after his resurrection, and who gave him the so-called meteorologist's formula and promotion knowledge? Kamiu fell asleep in his thoughts. The many days of travel and consumption of magic power had become too much for him.

In Asgar Principality, Frank City, when the early morning sun spread across the land, the noisy crowds on the road woke up Laura, who was half asleep. She turned her head and glanced at Susie and the others who were still sleeping, revealing her silence. smile.

Frank City, Linton Street, Owen opened the curtains drunkenly. Recalling what happened last night, he even suspected that he had just had a nightmare. He was indeed a member of the Kingdom's "Moulin Rouge", but the people above him also It wasn't something he just wanted to see. Thinking of this, Ernie took a sip of fruit wine with a grimace and spoke with a drunken look.

"What a group of lunatics. The problem is that I was hijacked by this group of lunatics. I don't know what's written in this damn hieroglyphic agreement? What if..." Ernie wanted to stab Susie and others out, but when he thought about it, The consequence of violating the hieroglyphic agreement was that he immediately shuddered and was erased from the river of time and space. No one would know that he was dead, and his death would not even leave a single ripple.

"Gu... today is a rare good weather, but my heart is as cold as snow. What should I do? The Moulin Rouge..." At this point, Ernie shuddered. The Moulin Rouge in the Principality of Asgar is It was created by the former owner of the Red Castle, Joad Marie, who was called the Red Emperor by Everbright women. His main tasks were to spy on intelligence, assassinate, track, and deal with extraordinary events. His methods were vicious, his techniques were ruthless, and his internal perversions were vicious. It’s frightening to hear that. Because his father was a member of the Moulin Rouge, he had no choice but to join the Moulin Rouge in order to keep it secret. After all, he knew some secret knowledge about the Moulin Rouge. In order not to live under surveillance every day, he had to join the Moulin Rouge. , and then he secretly inherited his father's extraordinary characteristics and became a makeup artist.

"I have a hard time talking about it."

"Pah..." Ernie, who looked depressed, slapped himself again, pointed at himself in the mirror and cursed loudly.

"I told you to be careful, be careful. Have you been discovered now? But the way they discovered themselves also made their scalp numb. In the past, I only paid attention to whether other people would discover me through the magic Gu channel, but I didn't It’s so hard to think that I was discovered just by looking at them.”

"But where did this group of people come from? Can we see their origins through certain scenes in the past?" After wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, Ernie began his prediction.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to use the mirror." At this point, a red and blue light appeared in Ernie's eyes, but his mirror was distorted for a while and then completely shattered. He was immediately stunned. , his eyes became dull.

"Isn't it possible? Are they high-level transcendent beings or... they have top-level sealed items? These are the only two possibilities. Judging from the pressure on me, the reason why I can't predict them is because of the top-level sealed items? This Things are getting more and more foggy." Because of the failed prediction, Ernie sobered up a little, put on a sweater, a gray windbreaker, a hat, and walked out with the canes.

After arriving at a square, Ernie took out a red handkerchief, folded it into a triangle and put it in his breast pocket. After a while, a newspaper seller came over and handed Ernie a newspaper. , spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, do you want the newspaper The Moon Never Sets?"

"Okay." Ernie looked at it, stuffed the red handkerchief into his pocket expressionlessly, handed the newsboy a copper coin and left.

"Nine, eleven, five,...twelve" After walking to the corner, Ernie found the specific information column and slowly started looking for it.

"Lily Street, No. 12." After comparing the password of the Moulin Rouge, Ernie found the designated place. He took a deep breath, stopped a public carriage and rushed to the destination.

On Luluo Street, a fat man with brown hair and wearing a sacrificial robe looked at the corpse with its head missing, his face was rather gloomy. He looked at the corpse for a while and turned to the woman who was sobbing softly.

"Who killed him? Why didn't he silence you?" Hearing the priest's question, the woman hugged her body and shrank back. He looked at the corpse with dull eyes and spoke intermittently.

"The man in blue clothes, the man in blue clothes." Looking at the woman who was gradually going crazy, the fat priest said gloomily.

"Take her down, use light spells to calm him down, and ask again later."

Last night, the fat priest walked back to the corpse. He squatted down and looked at the darkened neck, and looked at the head on the ground thoughtfully. At this moment, a white object aroused his attention. Notice, he dipped it lightly with his index finger and smelled it with his nose.

"Salt? The incision was clean and neat. He still maintained his previous expression when he died, which means that he would not have died for more than a second." Thinking of this, the fat man's eyes narrowed, and he thought of a lot at the same time.

"Lord Moore, I just discovered that ten more priests died. The method of death was exactly the same, they were all decapitated." At this moment, a man with slight burns ran in. He squatted on the ground and watched. The priest of the corpse spoke in a low voice.

"Who do you think did it?" The fat man stood up from the ground. He looked at the increasingly gloomy weather outside. At noon, a thick layer of clouds covered the bright sun, as if it was foreshadowing something.

"Sir, do you think it was the Ocean Church that did it? After all, they have a tradition of beheading, and the capabilities of the Cold Church are also within the capabilities of the Ocean Church."

"What do you think? Look at this." The fat man was silent. He took out the white particles between his fingers and handed them to him to see.

"Salt? It's not really from the Ocean Church, is it? I knew it was them... They have long been jealous of our huge number of believers."

"It's not them. I don't think it's them. Do you think it's the people from the Moulin Rouge?" The fat man said quietly. The scar-faced man thought for a while and spoke in a low voice.

"They haven't moved for many years, could it be them?"

"Is there any reaction from the Ocean Church?" The fat man walked out with his hands behind his back, followed closely by Scarface. After a while, the fat man spoke slowly.

"Nothing happened."

"Then that's interesting. Who could it be? Send someone to keep an eye on the Ocean Church to see what they are doing. Although I don't believe it's them, they are the most suspect now."

"Okay sir."