Chapter 58 The Source of the Secret

This time, he dreamt of walking to the Mansu Forest, perhaps because he had already completed the first-level secret teaching of the moth, and the moth in his head fluttered with special excitement, as if he was happy to return home in glory and wealth.

Watson stepped barefoot on the tangled roots of the forest, and his soles touched the thick roots wrapped in fluorescent green. He felt the desire in his heart more and more clearly. There seemed to be a whisper in his head, telling him to take off the underwear that came with the dream and run in the forest with his chest bare.

His increasingly keen sense of smell began to feel the breath of the forest that he could not feel before. It was a smell that had been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it was exactly the same as the primitive hunting memory in the illusion of the secret teaching of the blade!

The breeze in the forest seemed to drive him up, and he suddenly stepped on the thick flesh-red roots that were like door arches. The roots that were harder than steel suddenly became soft and elastic, pushing out gentle force on the soles of his feet, helping his bronze body to jump into the towering trees.

Those sharp branches of ancient iron color took the initiative to avoid the tree, just like a kind adult giving way to a naughty child, so as not to hurt him with their sharpness.

The sound of the thick roots shaking startled the strange moles hiding in the moss of the dense carpet. Their bodies were covered with dark green scales like moss, and the front of the nose had dancing tentacles that seemed to twist the light of stars. The front claws were broad and developed like sharp blades, and the slender hind limbs extended with curved tentacles.

The strange moles were frightened and rushed out from the moss, fleeing in all directions and burrowing into the secret cave under the roots of the tree.

The moths with stripes all over their bodies flew over, walked side by side with Watson, and danced around him, as if playing with their companions. The moths in the skull also flapped their wings happily, echoing with the moths in the woods, as if they were chattering about interesting things in the world.

Flutter, flutter, flutter: "Listen to me, the waking world is really interesting. Those mortals change their clothes every once in a while, but they don't do it to keep warm or for protection, but to change their clothes to attract the opposite sex! Hahaha, what a strange race!!!"

Flutter: "Really? Really?!"

Flutter, flutter, flutter: "And now the mortals in the waking world have invented weapons that can hurt the knowers! Last night, I witnessed a blade knower being beaten half to death by mortals and carried away like prey."

Flutter: Really? Really? !”

Puff, puff, puff: “And… those lamp people have established a force in the waking world to arrest other secret transmitters, and have also developed a technology to temporarily store the light of Wuren in the stone of the mortal world. The light in the stone… although it is a little bit not fresh, at least it tastes good.”

Puff: “Really? Really? !”

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The above conversations are naturally just Watson’s random fantasies, but he can hardly tell whether this is his sudden whim or the truth he has seen under the influence of the moth in the skull.

He seemed to be running aimlessly, just releasing the wildness suppressed in his heart, but there was something guiding his direction in the dark, perhaps the moth in the skull, or perhaps the moth in the woods. He jumped left and right and finally reached his destination.

The dark woods were open again, and Watson seemed to have reached the end of the woods. The spotted moth in the woods stopped moving, and the ancient tree trunks also stopped, like soldiers lined up in a wall and ready for battle.

In front of him stood a huge rock as tall as a mountain. Its strange shape was like a Titan from an epic legend. He walked here with extremely serious injuries and could no longer bear it, so he fell to his knees. His body surface was washed and corroded by the sand of time and gradually petrified into its current appearance.

The top of the rock was like a towering spire of a Gothic church. The front of the rock was engraved with a vortex-like round pupil-shaped mark. The surface of the stone was covered with lichens and mosses rendered with black ink, as well as rough graffiti of unknown meaning that seemed to be drawn by a child.

Watson only felt that there seemed to be a faint whisper coming from the inside of the rock... It was a whisper mixed with the rotation of wooden wheels, the knocking of flints, the waves and all kinds of strange sounds.

It contained a strong religious atmosphere, like a mass, like chanting, like sacrificial songs... When Watson closed his eyes, his brain could not help but produce hallucinations, as if a deep, lonely, solemn and sacred temple stood in front of him.

The well in the forest left a deep impression on Watson. He still had awe and concerns about the mystery in his heart. He hid his figure in the shadow of the forest again and did not move forward.

Watson lurked in the mottled shadows of the trees. He witnessed two strange and petite figures appearing at the edge of the forest on the other side. They roughly showed the shape of a human head and limbs, but the components of the body were not flesh and bones, but a slender branch and a pool of bright red liquid.

They looked less than the height of an average person's knee. Their little hands with green leaves held the little hands condensed with liquid and jumped out of the woods, which gave Watson a sense of déjà vu of seeing a pair of childhood sweethearts discussing where to go after school.

This pair of children, who seemed to be native to the woods, came together to the bottom of the magnificent jagged boulder. They seemed to be shocked by the strange stone that towered like a mountain, and stood under the stone hand in hand for a long time without moving.

Just when Watson thought that the pair of woodland creatures would climb up the boulder and play happily on the sharp sword-like peak, the little branch man suddenly moved.

It suddenly jumped up, raised its right arm, which was bare like a needle, turned around and stabbed into the head of the companion next to it, which was made of bright red liquid, and penetrated straight through it, and then stirred it fiercely!

The humanoid species that looked like strawberry-flavored gummy candy was hit hard, and the bright red liquid symbolizing the head part splashed out. The headless limbs and body trembled violently as if they were angry and convulsed. After a while, they shattered into a pool of ordinary bright red liquid and fell to the ground.

Watson saw that the humanoid creature that looked like a branch trembled slightly, as if conveying some kind of light-hearted emotion, and he seemed to hear the other party chuckling softly.

The branch creature bent down and used its only left arm with green leaves to dip into the liquid of the little friend's debris, like waving a paintbrush to smear paint, and graffitied on the rugged boulder.

It used bright red paint to paint a small tree with a slender trunk and lush branches and leaves, as if it was pinning its desire for its own future?

But Watson looked at the treetop that seemed to be missing the upper part. With his poor artistic appreciation ability, he always felt that the other party seemed to be drawing a goblet? A goblet filled with red wine or blood!

The branch creature used up the corpse of its little friend to draw this graffiti, and jumped up contentedly, looking quite satisfied with its work.

But it didn't notice that under the moss as thick as a velvet carpet next to it, a strange mole that had been lurking for a long time suddenly jumped out. The mole waved its blade-like claws and cut off the limbs of the branch creature, leaving only a slightly thicker trunk part, and even cut its head part to a sharp point like a carving pen.

The strange mole looked around several times and made sure that there were no other creatures present. Then he held the trunk of the branch creature and quietly sneaked to the side of the jagged boulder. It raised its head and carved some scratches.

Watson, who quietly sneaked nearby at the same time, witnessed the traces of the other party's carving with the help of the moth's vision. It seemed to be some obscure symbols that were extremely similar to the secret scriptures, but it did not seem to contain any power, but it made Watson feel very familiar, as if he had seen similar scriptures somewhere... But this was obviously neither a moth nor a cup nor a blade. Where on earth had he come into contact with this other secret? !

This scripture flowed into Watson's brain with vision, and it was decrypted by itself without practicing the corresponding rules, giving birth to a secret that should not exist in this world-

[Abdul Khan, Dester Akbor, Mohammed Singh and Jonnozan Smo intercepted the treasure of the merchant Apomat. The four hid the treasure secretly and drew a picture and signed an oath: from now on, the four of them would advance and retreat together, and they would not swallow the treasure alone. ]

[However, they were later imprisoned. In order to gain freedom and wealth, they told the secret of the treasure to Major Sholto and Captain Morstan, hoping to bribe them to help the four escape from prison. ]

[But the greedy Sholto stole the treasure, deceived five people, and returned to Great Britain alone. ]

[Morstein, who returned home, angrily found Sholto, but died in the process of arguing. So the guilty Sholto sent a treasure to Morstein's descendants every year. ]

[After many hardships, Jonnozan Small finally escaped from prison. He took his servant Tongge to Great Britain and secretly investigated the news of the damned Sholto. Finally, he found an opportunity to steal back the treasure that belonged to them. He left four signatures to prove that the treasure had been returned to the original owner. However, in the process, Sholto's son Bartholomew was unfortunately attacked by Tongge and died on the spot. ]

[And the beautiful Miss Mary Morstein had been receiving mysterious packages for six years, and recently received a strange letter with four signatures. She went to 221B Baker Street to seek the help of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. ]

Watson murmured this message in his heart, and his eyebrows frowned more and more as he read.

"Is this the case of the Four Signs in the original novel?"

"Is this a prophecy about future events?"

"But the great detective Holmes in this message is named Sherlock...Is he the male detective in the original novel?"

"But the great detective Holmes I know is clearly a woman!"

Good news: I've put the release on the shelves a few days later! You can still read the free chapters for a few more days!

In fact, the author wants to save some manuscripts on the weekend, otherwise, with the author's current update speed, let alone full attendance, he won't even be able to eat fresh shit

PS: Although I know that the old masters will definitely see the meaning of the ending of this chapter at a glance, the author has to reveal the worldview of the cult step by step to Watson and some readers who have not been exposed to the game