Chapter 182: Trembling Breath
Using the power of the heart to persuade mortals to let go of hatred is not an easy task. The secret power is difficult to accurately and delicately control the hearts of mortals. Instead, it is better at spreading negative emotions, including but not limited to madness, dementia, dancing, rage and excitement...
The heart is the principle of longevity and continuation. The main function is to keep the life of the practitioner alive. Communicating with mortals through the resonance of the heart is an extremely delicate operation, which requires a very familiar use of the pulsation and resonance of the heart phase.
But Watson is not good at exerting the power of the heart phase. In comparison, the chaotic moth phase and the fighting blade phase are the principles that are closer to his nature.
However, at this moment, he still easily communicated with the heart frequency of the middle-aged woman, so that the fake persuasion emotion was transmitted to the depths of the other party through the resonance of the heart and the heart, making Susan feel that it was the idea that arose in her heart, and gradually lost in the questioning voices in her heart-because Watson was not exerting the influence of the power of his own heart phase at this moment, but the influence of Sichen stolen from Mansu, which has a more powerful interference ability. The real influence!
After he finished communicating with the Crossroads Cult last night, he and the other three secret believers went their separate ways. It was a rare opportunity to leave the hospital, so he naturally could not let it go. After leaving, he did not return to the hotel, but walked silently in the dark, found a secluded forest, quietly climbed up the thick shade of the tree, sat on the branches and leaned against the trunk like a cicada lurking against the tree, plucked a strand of hair in the silence and depth, and dived into the dream after a long absence.
He once again set foot on the intuition path that he could not forget, passed through the low and sharp branches and bushes, and entered the wild and eternal night forest.
This was the first time Watson entered the forest after being promoted to the second-level heart phase. He once again felt the changes in the forest, just like when he entered the dream after being promoted to the second-level moth, his senses seemed to become more acute, and he could discover the deeper scenery of the forest.
He stood in the ancient tree, closed his eyes tightly to block his sight and hearing, his soul and body heart phase trembled slightly, and the perception of the heart spread like a spider web.
He could "listen" to the pulse of the eternal ancient trees, "eavesdrop" on the whispers of the branches, and he seemed to understand the communication between the trees, but this was just a momentary illusion - his mind had not grown to the point where he could decipher the ancient and heavy language between the trees.
Watson continued to move forward, and soon he had crossed the border of the ancient trees in the forest and saw the jagged boulders that stood for eternity - now he knew that this was the Temple of the Wheel of Time, the remains of the lost Sichen.
He wanted to pass the Temple of the Wheel of Time and go straight to the edge of the cobalt blue light curtain behind, follow the footsteps of the lost souls, and step through the pure white door made of ivory bones.
But when he passed the Temple of the Wheel of Time, he suddenly sensed an extremely ancient and heavy buzzing sound in his heart. This sound was like the humming of a moth's whisper and the roar of thunder, but the sound quality contained an ancient and vicissitudes of rhythm, as if this buzzing thunder seemed to come from the ancient wild era, traveling through thousands of years of time and space, or it began to resound before humans were enlightened, and it has not stopped until today.
This terrible and strange sound came from the inside of the Temple of the Wheel of Time!
Watson suddenly had a bad idea in his heart. He realized at this time that he didn't know when he approached this rugged boulder that was as tall as a mountain. His palm was already on the side of the boulder, touching those strange round pupils, the dark and moist lichens like ink blood, and the rough graffiti murals carved by those woodland creatures. The huge black fruit shaped like a lantern was hanging above his head, showering the darkest and deepest light.
His mind could not help but vibrate with the frequency of the strange noise inside the Chakravartin. The rhythm of his heart began to become slow and heavy. A feeling that was difficult to explain in words flowed out from that eternal time and penetrated into Watson's spirit.
He only felt that his body and mind had never been so happy and comfortable, and his body was lighter and more agile than ever before, as if he could fly up into the air with a little effort.
He could not help but tap his toes lightly on the spot. Even though his body movements were clumsy and had no beauty or rhythm, the joy in the dance could be felt by all witnesses. Even the moths that were originally hiding in the woods were infected by the joy of this dance. They flapped their scaly wings and flew to his side, circling around him.
The moth of the woodland shed countless tiny scales between its wings, all of which fell on Watson's body. He seemed to be dancing in the shining mottled light... He was about to lose himself in the trembling breath that inadvertently leaked from the remains of the ancient wheel king.
It was not until the moth in his skull flapped its wings and buzzed, and the bayonet blades clanged and hissed, that his mind was able to break free from the influence of Si Chen and suddenly woke up.
Watson's body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and he almost fell from the branches of the tree to the ground, but it was this feeling of falling that pulled his consciousness back to the waking world.
The trembling breath of contact with the wheel temple still remained in his soul, but this was a power that he could freely use, and it was also the power he used to control Susan's mind at this moment.
The pure spiritual influence was not profound enough, so Watson supplemented it with the guidance of words. It happened that in another timeline, his grades in the psychology course were pretty good. At this time, he first directly stated his identity and purpose, "Su Ms. Shan, the town I used to live in was also attacked by monsters with evil powers. My parents, my lover... they all died in that disaster!"
His love was so deep that he couldn't help but cover his face and cry softly, "Since then, I swear to God that I will search everywhere to find out the traces of this group of weird cultists and how to deal with these beasts!"
"That's the real reason why I traveled around the island disguised as a folklorist."
"I have seen many places destroyed by the attacks of the inhuman cultists, and even entire villages were reduced to death. That was even worse than the situation suffered by the town of Ilkesmouth. A tragic place.”
"But I also know that I cannot force all victims to be like me, always carrying the anger of hatred and becoming a non-stop avenger, while abandoning the beauty of life."
"So, I hope you can tell me all the information you know, and let me bear your hatred. Let me carry the burden for you. You can continue with your current life. , continue to watch Miss Caroline grow up, get married, and live a beautiful life with Sebastian, and you can also take care of your family and future grandson with peace of mind.”
"Please give all this hatred, all this anger, all these grievances to me!"