Chapter 139 The Crying Face and the Smiling Face

When the man was covered in mud and stones and rushed into the house, he saw the woman in the red dress lying on the ground.

And in front of her was a standing mirror.

Seeing the mirror, the man was startled, and immediately took a few steps back, half of his body sank to the ground, and at the same time he swung his right arm.

Click!

The mirror was directly smashed by the throw he threw, and mud and rocks poured out, directly covering the fragments of the mirror.

Before the debris hit the ground, most of the man's body had already submerged. However, when he landed on the mud and rocks covering his whole body, his movements froze, and he did not continue to sink in, but climbed out again.

The eyes made of mud and rocks turned slightly, and when the sand and dust fell, he scanned the woman in the red dress on the ground.

Without a pause, he raised his arm, and the mud and rocks poured out from the ground, directly crushing the body of the woman in the red dress.

Snapped!

Flesh splattered.

The walls, ceiling, floor, and surrounding furniture and decorations were splashed with blood red.

Looking at the pool of red and white mixed flesh and blood on the ground, the man's brows piled up with mud and rocks frowned.

"Damn it!"

Gritting his teeth, the man turned and left.

The material world, the Tremont Lake.

In the first-class room on the leftmost side of the steel passenger ship that is departing from the port of Congobert, a gorgeously dressed lady is smearing her face in front of the mirror on the table. White make-up pigments.

On that morbidly beautiful face, freckles disappeared one by one.

However, just as she was turning to apply eyeshadow, a blurry face appeared on the side of her face on the mirror in front of her eyes.

It was a mask, a smiley mask.

"ah--"

As soon as the terrified lady yelled out, the sound stopped abruptly, and then she started to put on makeup again, as if what happened just now hadn't happened at all.

"Mrs. Preet! Mrs. Preet!"

It seemed that because of her cry, there was a knock at the door.

Calmly, the lady put down her cosmetics, stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

In the misty seascape, a waiter dressed as a maid appeared in front of her with a worried face.

"What's the matter?" The lady's face showed surprise.

"I heard a voice just now." The waitress was also a little puzzled, "It's not Mrs. Preet."

"I didn't hear the sound." The noble lady raised her neck slightly, showing pity on her morbidly beautiful face, "Poor girl, you are hysterical, you'd better see a doctor."

Hearing this, the waitress' face also turned pale, with an inexplicable blush: "Hysteria?"

"Yes, early treatment, poor girl."

After all, the lady closed the door, and the waitress turned away in a daze, muttering to herself:

"How much will it cost?"

The lady who returned to the room walked to the bed, opened the suitcase next to the bed, and took out a book.

"Falling Angel Humbiah"

Slightly squinting her eyes, the lady picked up the book and a box in the suitcase, and walked to the dressing table.

However, at this moment, she paused and silently closed the box she had just opened.

Just as she closed the box, three consecutive knocks on the door sounded.

She stood up, with a smile on her lips, and came to the door again.

As she opened the door, a man in a black double-breasted gown with his collar turned up smiled at her:

"Dear Glenya, I came at the appointed time, I am so sad that you are going back to Preet, my beautiful"

The moment he saw her, the man spat out sweet words, and his gray-blue eyes showed genuine sadness.

The corner of the lady's mouth twitched slightly, she reached out her hand and dragged the man into the room.

When the man turned from doubt to complacency, the lady came to the mirror of the dressing table and smiled at him.

Almost instantly, the lady's eyes became dazed and she fell to the ground suddenly, while the man's expression in the gray-blue eyes changed in the next instant.

The handsome, but slightly thin man glanced at the unconscious lady on the ground, picked her up, and put her on the bed.

This is not the prelude to a rotten song. The man casually covered the woman with the quilt, and then he leisurely picked up the storybook on the table.

Gently raising his hand, the man with completely different eyes glanced at the mirror.

In the next moment, the permeating mist squirmed, and an upside-down crying face mask appeared in the man's hand, and he put it on his face with his movements.

However, on the mirror surface, the crying face mask that was originally flipped up and down reflected a normal smiling face up and down.

And, around the body of the man in the mirror, there was a shimmer of light.

Rubbing his fingers, the scene in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

And the figure of the man also disappeared from the room, leaving only an unopened book.

The world of Crowsong, Arabella.

Yago, who was distracted by maintaining the image of a passerby everywhere, stood cautiously in the crowd.

In his field of vision, everything presents a phantom-like scenery.

In front of him, on a small square that is not uncommon in the southern urban agglomeration, a drama is being staged that has many residents and workers cheering.

In this era when there are not many entertainment methods, the performances of the theater troupe are popular for ordinary people, even for the residents of the most developed Arabella area.

On the improvised stage, a group of actors in mercenary costumes were staying on one side in groups, while on the other side, as if to highlight the difference between each other, the young man in bard costume stood on the other side.

In pompous, fluctuating tones, the bard speaks loudly of impending disaster.

The prop harp that was plucked symbolically was held in his arms.

And in Yago's field of vision, the bard on the stage is also a phantom-like fuzzy mist, there is nothing special about it

No magic show or anything.

Yago sighed in disappointment.

He also thought that there should be magic shows in the troupe, like a circus.

It didn't turn out to be a drama.

"What kind of potion is in this Raven Song story?"

While Yago muttered, he turned and left.

The potion in the story can be taken as a means of stepping into or advancing the sequence, but it should also be used to create mysterious objects.

According to the memory fragment of that Erdance, the source of the sequence is "mysterious".

And the "Victim's Notes" file that I saw before also had a "Mystery Level" mark on it.

Captain Friesen also tried using potions to create mystical objects.