"All right."
Arrange the candles, light them, and a faint, strange fragrance immediately begins to fill the air.
It also refreshes the brain a little, but if you inhale too much, you will feel drowsy again.
Ashley yawned loudly and was dragged over by Hitzfeld, who moved the bed back and placed the bed frame on top of the pentagram.
"I sleep."
Hitzfeld lay on the bed without taking off his shoes, took out a small metal pot from his chest, and dripped a drop of liquid of unknown substance into his mouth.
"If I'm lucky, something will approach me. Ashley, all you have to do is step forward and give them a blow with your sword. Make sure to create an obvious wound, but it's best not to injure them too badly."
"That's really troublesome." The girl scratched her head, "Then should I carve Heath's name on them?"
"…if you can do it."
Hitzfeld was too lazy to correct her and directly activated the Ring of Desire, allowing the developer to affect him.
Suddenly, she lost consciousness on the bed.
Some hazy green mist was exhaled with her breath, floating in the air and merging with the smoke from the death candle.
Chapter 57: The Ghost Experiment 2
The ritual Hitzfeld arranged also came from the knowledge base of the Mysterious Lords, and they called it "artificial spiritual tide."
It is known that spiritual tides and spiritual seas may be the same type of natural phenomenon, except that the former is smaller in scale and more easily affected by the ground's magnetic field.
In other words, as long as there is a way to control the magnetic field in a small range, and there happen to be residual souls with deep enough obsessions around, then in theory, this ritual can attract them and forcibly condense them into that blue light form.
In the past, Hitzfeld thought this method was "useless".
She was not interested in spiritual tides, nor would she take the initiative to create "remnant spirits with deep enough resentment." Just by listening to the description, one could tell that this was an evil technique. Many heirs would target human spirits when trying to practice it, and deepen their resentment by torturing them.
Hatred is also obsession, and there is a chance that it will leave a strong consciousness. Hitzfeld is certainly not a cruel pervert, but she thinks that the small animals that died in her hands during this period - they died as experimental subjects, most likely did not have a good impression of her.
For example, the brothers of the gray-haired pigeons, well, they didn’t have the worst fate.
The remaining spirit from earlier should have completely dissipated, and the entire mansion was shrouded in the aura of dead bone ice needles. She estimated that even if there were any remaining spirits left, they would not dare to cause trouble for her.
But it just so happened that recently, she was temporarily unable to use the power of the ice needle. She used that thing in conjunction with the natural magic ball to seal the mysterious master.
Otherwise, how can we say we have to try our luck...
She didn't want to kill them on the spot - killing for experiments was completely different in nature from this kind of killing - so she could only take her chances.
A faint green mist floated out from above her head, and in the lower areas there was also a faint, misty cloud-like white smoke. The color became darker as it went higher, and finally mixed with the faint white smoke from the dying candle, forming a small dark green cloud at the top of the room.
"This thing won't cause thunder and rain, right?"
It was the first time Ashley had seen something like this. She turned to look at Walnut and asked, "Is this Heath's dream?"
"You can say that." Hu Tao's tone was very serious. She also stared at the dark clouds. "What the host ingested should be the developer. This thing is obviously a controlled drug... This person really doesn't value his own health!"
"Does it have any impact on the body?" Ashley was surprised. She didn't want Heath's stepmother to have any accidents.
"Ordinary people would be in trouble, but the host has the natural orb, so this level of damage can be slowly healed and restored."
"That's good." Ashley breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she perked up, tightly grasped the dagger at her waist, found a chair to sit beside the bed, and stared at the window with her eyes wide open.
Hitzfeld asked her to pay attention to the "weird things" that would be attracted to come closer, and in her opinion, the strange things should come in through the window.
It was fine at first, she could hold on.
But as time went by, one minute, two minutes...Ashley gradually started yawning again.
It's not her fault. The lingering fragrance of the blue flower is too strong. An ordinary person with a weak will would have fallen asleep long ago.
"Have some tea." Walnut handed over a cup of tea. "It will refresh your mind."
Ashley took it and drank it all in one gulp. After a while, she felt less sleepy. She looked at Walnut happily and said, "You are really capable!"
Kurumi puffed out her chest proudly, then shook her head slightly and looked over Ashley's shoulder towards the door.
There was an unexpected guest.
At first, it was a little blurry, as if it was completely transparent. Only when it moved could you see some hazy ripples in the air.
As it gradually approached and actually stepped into the ritual setting shrouded in fragrance, its shape was truly revealed against the backdrop of some mysterious substance - it was a fat field mouse.
Ashley also saw this thing. She frowned and witnessed some extremely tiny blue light spots condensing from the air. It was these things that filled the vole and gave it a brand new image.
"What's going on?" she asked Walnut.
"The ritual set up by the body owner can attract the undead." Walnut said slowly, "I'm not sure... The tree people don't have such a method."
"Not in the library either?"
"No..." Walnut shook her head and said, "Actually, what I don't quite understand is that in theory, this ritual can only attract residual spirits, and that kind of blue light spot shouldn't appear."
“Is that light spot strange?”
"It's not as simple as bizarre." Kurumi felt really tired chatting with her, "It's a symbol of the spirit tide and the spirit sea... It's not that no one has tried to create them in the past, but no one has ever succeeded. I don't understand the principle here."
"If you don't know, don't think about it."
Ashley snorted lightly, and leaped forward with the dagger at her waist unsheathed, leaving an "x"-shaped mark on the surface of the blue light vole.
"It's really useful!"
Before the field mouse could scream, she opened her eyes wide and shouted, "This thing can cut a spirit? Heath really gave me a sword!"
Only then did the fat vole squeak and scream, quickly climbed onto the bed, kicked and jumped on the mattress, and whooshed into the dark cloud above.
“…That was her dream, right?”
Ashley suddenly froze, "Is this really okay?"
"If the host doesn't give any additional hints, then there should be no problem." Walnut said.
Then she lowered her voice and said, "I may know the principle behind this..."
In her opinion, the blue spots of spiritual tide belong to mysterious substances that can never be controlled by human power, and everything happening before her eyes is very unscientific.
But what if the light spot was not created out of thin air?
If they are from where they are supposed to be.
In other words... is it from the dream world, from the gray fog, or from the dark green cloud above?
After thinking it over and over again and reasoning in her mind, Kurumi felt that she roughly understood how Hitzfeld did it.
What a genius idea.
As expected, he is the owner of Walnut~
……
"My nose is a little itchy."
Meanwhile, Hitzfeld is exploring the world of Dream Ruins.
It was still Hitzfell Manor, but it was shrouded in thick gray fog.
This manor itself is special. It has been marked by ice needles. A large amount of gray fog dares not cross the boundary, so they condense to form an air wall outside the mark. Vaguely, some hazy strange shadows can be seen swimming in it.
"Something mysterious."
Hitzfeld ignored them and tried to control her body to float up and explore in the mist above the mansion.
This experiment had two foundations, one was the spiritual tide ritual, and the other was the nightmare she had had before.
She wasn't sure she could have the exact dream again, but she could use developer to force it to appear again.
The effect of the potion was rapid, and soon she saw ripples in the mist above.
Something huge, emitting blue light, is approaching.
Staying still, the next moment, she saw a shark made up of bright blue spots coming down from the other side of the world.
It's like penetrating a membrane.
Below is the manor and above is the spiritual sea.
"The Spirit Sea is called the Spirit Sea simply because it happens on the sea, and most of the creatures that appear are marine creatures."
Hitzfeld did not act rashly and let the giant blue shark swim overhead.
"The spirit tide on land and the flying spirits born from the spirit tide can theoretically survive in that world. What I want to verify is whether they really have the same destination... whether their destination is the same!"
As his belief became more and more firm, Hitzfeld hid under the eaves and witnessed more and more schools of fish emerging from the sky.
She didn't plan to contact them because she still remembered how strange the spiritual sea of Dongquan Island was.
Who knows where these fish come from, so just in case, she'd better observe quietly.
Then she felt something rubbing against her leg.
Looking down, it was a mouse.
Oh...actually it should be a vole. She had no impression of this thing and guessed that it was brought in by Lily.
The vole seemed very frightened, shivering and squeaking while holding onto her boots.
Hitzfeld bent down, picked it up and held it in his arms, examining it carefully and discovering the x-marks on its surface.
Ashley did it.
That's right.
"You want to enter the world above?"
She tried to deduce from the vole's fear and anxiety.
The voles squawked even louder.
When a sea snake passed by, it lowered itself down and trembled violently.
"But you are afraid of these things..."
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes.
"You want to go up."
"But you dare not..."
Chapter 58: Mysterious Return
What the developer reveals is the nightmare of the past. Just like when one peeked into the dream of a certain black agent, the monster in that dream could no longer cause trouble. In theory, the spiritual sea in the nightmare is only worth observing.
Hitzfeld said that she did not intend to touch the schools of spiritual sea fish swimming in the air, but that was just out of caution. She never thought that not only those fish, but even the spiritual sea above that was supposed to be illusory could have such an impact on the vole.
Curling up, she looked the vole over and over to make sure it was marked.
There are marks, so it must have come in from outside, right? This means that it is at least a remnant spirit from the real world. Why would such a remnant spirit be afraid of some dream projections?
Hitzfeld didn't understand, but she vaguely felt that it made sense, and she became more cautious about this dream.
I was originally thinking of continuing to test these fish. If they are not dangerous, I will try to go through the membrane above and take a look in the spiritual sea... But now it seems that I'd better not play this way. They are indeed a bit weird.
Hiding in the corner with the vole in her arms, Hitzfeld's thoughts raced, trying to search her memory for similar examples - whether it was the one in front of her or the one on Dongquan Island, she felt that they were not normal spiritual sea tides.
In all the recorded spiritual seas and spiritual tides, the remaining spirits and flying spirits in them will eventually fly into the sky or dissipate.
Is the Spiritual Sea more than just a phenomenon? Does the so-called "Spiritual Sea" really exist? Just like the "Mother River" known in the history of the Nemo people, is it the final destination of all strong obsessions?
It's a very incredible assumption, but it would be normal if it were this world.
Hitzfeld hypothesized a model in her mind: she placed the real world on the bottom layer, the foggy sky on the second layer, the legendary sky dream world on the third layer, and then above the dream world, she assumed there was a fourth layer, which was the Spirit Sea.
"It's either above the dream world or inside the dream world. The probability of it existing in this place is very high." She muttered to herself, "If you understand it this way, then the Spirit Sea of Dongquan Island is not mysterious, because the wandering spirits that run to the island and wreak havoc are not the residual spirits or flying spirits in the normal spirit sea and spirit tide. Unlike those defective products that have not yet crossed the 'Dragon Gate', they have been to the real Spirit Sea, where their spirits are nourished and strengthened, and can even be re-examined as a real life."
Thinking of this, she remembered the words in "Journey to the South China Sea": A long, long, long time ago, Nemo people were not Nemo people, and the fish in the sea were not fish.
"A fish is no longer a fish once it reaches the shore." The girl's mouth twitched, "Similarly, a person is no longer a person once he leaves the sea..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a large screen of bright blue light appear in the sky, and some messy shadows fell from above, struggling in the air like falling into water.
Hitzfeld carefully identified the faces and clothes of these people and confirmed that he did not recognize any of them.
There were sixteen people in total, and they were generally dressed like sailors, with clothes that looked relatively thick. How did they come out from there?
