The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 132

Sean can probably guess why this jack-level mission with good pay was put on hold for so long. It is very likely that it is also affected by the power of forgetting - even if people see this task, they will easily forget it.

This also explains why even the staff of the association have forgotten the existence of this task.

Only with a strong purpose is it possible to resist this forgetting.

Evan turned to Gary Turan: "Your Excellency the curator, I want to go to the black grassland you mentioned and look for my father's remains... What should I do?"

As an ordinary person who witnessed the fragments of an old master, Turan was still shaking uncontrollably: "I have seen the opening of the channel with my own eyes, so the method of opening the channel is branded in my mind like a curse. , constantly tempting me to open...

"Although I can open the passage for you to go in and search, I must warn you - if you can't come out in time, you will also be lost in that secret domain."

The clown hermit bowed his head, the mask sank into the shadows.

After a moment, he looked up and said, "My father, at the last minute, expected me to be here, so he left a hunting mark that only I could understand.

"In his way, he avoids forgetting

"To fight oblivion, we must commemorate.

"In order to be able to commemorate, I must get him back..."

The planetarium fell into a solemn atmosphere.

Gary Turan nodded solemnly: "Okay. We can't stop a determined gentleman. Not to mention he has noble intentions."

The curator walked to the black meteorite and put his hands on the meteorite: "If the debris still exists, it is extremely dangerous to open this passage - that way it can get here directly through the obstruction.

"Right now... this is just a passage to that dangerous realm."

Turan leaned down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate on something.

After a while, it seemed that due to excessive consumption of mental power, Turan fell to the ground, unconscious.

Opposite the black meteorite, a gap opened in the air, the black crack gradually expanded along the gap, and the black light reflected on everyone's faces.

The otherworld gate to the Forgotten Wasteland was opened to the kingdom of Naia.

Everyone can see a black and white world through the otherworld gate that looks like a crack in space.

The black grassland with no visible edge stretches to the chaotic horizon.

Before stepping into the gate of another world, the clown hermit looked back at Sean and the others: "If I fail to come back, please remember me."

After he finished speaking, he walked directly into the door, and his figure was quickly wrapped in mist.

Black and white.

Everything in this world is black and white.

It's like walking into a world of black and white TV.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of another world, Evan felt the horror of this world.

He could sense that his memory was slowly fading away.

The black grass has spread to a chaotic sky.

Beyond the sky, there is a figure that looks like a strange tower.

Nameless, faceless, formless **** - Naia.

Forgotten by time in this side of the world, he has been trying to return to the world to regain and demonstrate his divine right.

Evan's eyes were cold, looking at the huge figure that seemed to be absent: At least this time, you failed.

As Evan moved forward, he could see that there were many things recorded in various characters scattered in the black grass around him.

There are books spread out, diaries flipped by the wind, and slates carved with knowledge.

The gray wind blew across the grassland, and those words gradually disappeared.

The book became blank, the words on the diary disappeared line by line, and the slate on which the words were recorded, weathered into ordinary stones...

"The power of forgetting..." Evan sighed in his heart, "It's really powerful.

"It erases the proof of our existence in this world.

"If other ancient gods are cruel..." The clown hermit looked down at his footsteps on the black grass, "Then a **** with such power is more ruthless than cruel...

"Dad, where are you?"

Ivan's thoughts gradually became confused. It was as if he had just experienced a deep sleep, and when he woke up, he had forgotten where he was.

He repeatedly felt lost, trying to concentrate so that he would not forget the purpose and meaning of the moment.

"where are you?"

The trek is getting harder. The surrounding books are all blank.

"Where am I?" The clown hermit's eyes were stained with a little gray, and his face became a little confused, "What am I doing?"

Walking hard, I kicked something.

He looked down and saw a body in old clothes.

The skin became dry and blue, the eye sockets and cheeks were sunken, and the black beard was mixed with a lot of gray.

The old hunter's favorite shotgun was still tightly clutched in his hand.

"Dad." Evan vaguely remembered his mission.

He bent down and started dragging the heavy old hunter's body: "Let's go home."

About ten minutes later, Sean glanced at Doug and Moonlight next to him: "Something's wrong, it's been too long."

Just when a little anxiety appeared in the hearts of the teammates, they saw the figure of the clown hermit from the gate of the other world.

He dragged a body and returned to the material world.

The corpse seemed to be left in the ice field, but it was shriveled and showed no signs of corruption. At a sudden glance, you will think that the other party is just falling into a deep sleep.

The three of Sean surrounded him excitedly: "Is there any danger in it?"

Evan shook his head: "It will gradually make people forget and get lost. Apart from that, there is no other danger."

After putting Gustav Burns' body in place, Ivan turned around and walked towards the gate of the otherworld again: "There are three more..."

Moonlight was a little worried that Ivan would get lost~www.mtlnovel.com~ got up and wanted to dissuade.

"Don't worry, the way back will gradually restore the memory." The clown hermit said without looking back, "After experiencing it once, I have become somewhat immune.

"Their bodies are all in one place, and it's not difficult to bring them all back."

After all the bodies of the missing team were moved back to the material world, the clown hermit mobilized a little spiritual power that he had just recovered and closed the door to another world that was kept open by the black meteorite: "I hope no one will get lost in it again..."

Sean looked at An Xiang's four bodies lying on the ground, and sighed in his heart: "If it wasn't for Evan's persistence, their lostness would be gradually forgotten."

Evan straightened up and said softly, "I just realized something..."

"what?"

The clown hermit looked at Sean: "Records and inheritance from generation to generation, in order to fight against forgetting.

"Records and traditions keep us from forgetting where we came from, so we don't get lost in where we're going."

"Forgetting is chasing us, and one of the meanings of our lives is to get rid of it.

Thinking of the initiation poem Pompeii recited to himself in the depths of the old book cemetery, Sean's eyes lit up, and he also realized something: "It's like making and passing fire. Memory, spirit, civilization and emotion should be continued. down."

Sean and Evan looked at each other, and both read out their comprehension and understanding in each other's eyes.

Sean has a deeper understanding of the meaning of "Candlelight Reading Club" and the meaning of his life: "Will the fire be passed down...?"

After waking up from some thoughts, Sean found that the curator Turan was still lying on the ground: "I have one more thing to ask Ivan to help. Before that, let's arrange the curator properly."

Chapter end

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