Chapter 11: Good Samaritan Elson

Watson slapped himself in the face, and the crisp sound echoed in the forest, causing waves of moths to flap their wings.

The pain was so obvious, so real, it didn't seem like a dream at all.

Watson couldn't help but exclaimed: "Did I really enter another world through a dream?!"

But after all, he was a person who had experienced time travel once. He was familiar with things once and twice, and he quickly calmed down.

Watson recalled the content of Si Chenzhi - it mainly told the story about three outsider gods in a dark woodland.

He looked around, "The dark woodland... seems to be where I am currently, so I have traveled to the world of books?"

"But according to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Si Chen is a real god. It is very possible that Si Chenzhi is not a fictional story, but a real history. Then I was actually influenced by some mysterious factors in the book. And then travel to where Si Chen is? "

"This is too bizarre..."

This series of incredible events made Watson realize that this seemingly peaceful woodland is actually full of dangers. In the shadows where the moonlight cannot shine, there may be fatal crises hidden.

The crisp sound of slapping himself just now was particularly eye-catching in this silent forest. Just the strange sound of flapping wings sounded like some kind of extremely large number or size of insects, perhaps native to this forest. All the animals will be attracted by the sound of this slap.

You can't stay here for long! The best option is to leave!

Watson walked cautiously through the forest. The starry moss under his feet was like a completely soaked soft blanket. It was quite difficult to step on it. If he was not careful, he would slip and fall, making it even more difficult for him to move forward even though he was already handicapped.

He did not dare to squander his energy wantonly, so he picked up broken branches as thick as his wrists to use as crutches to assist him in moving forward. Every time he traveled a certain distance, he would find a stable place to rest for a while, either a waist-thick tree root rising from the ground, or a clean A bright natural tree hole...

Just as Watson was resting against the giant tree again, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass not far from him.

Something is approaching!

Watson immediately grasped the wooden stick with vigilance, turned around and faced the direction of the incoming man, and stood ready.

I saw a round blond head emerging from the grass. The fat on his face squeezed his eyes into two slits, just like the horizontal lines drawn by a naughty child on the ball, full of funny joy.

Elson suddenly looked up and saw a thick wooden stick heading towards his face, and quickly shouted:

"Wait, I don't mean any harm!!!"

The thick wooden staff carried the whistling wind and stopped less than an inch away from his head. Only then did Elson relax and let out a long sigh. If he hadn't been in the state of a soul that wandered all night, he would have been there long ago. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Elson looked up and saw the figure of the man holding the staff hidden under the huge shadow of the trees in the forest. He could only vaguely make out the tall and thin outline.

"who are you?"

The man holding the staff said this, the thick wooden staff in his hand still pointing at him.

Elson hurriedly replied: "Blade Apprentice Elson! I am a tourist in Mansu just like you!"

Mansus... Watson thought to himself that this is another new term. Is it the official name of this dark woodland? Moreover, the other party claims to be the apprentice of the blade, why should he emphasize the word "blade"? This doesn't sound like an apprentice simply learning sword skills.

Watson thought for a moment, pretended to be innocent and confused, walked out of the shade, and asked curiously: "Is Mansu the name of this forest?"

Only then did Elson get a glimpse of the true face of the man holding the staff. He looked to be in his early twenties, with fairly strong features and a slightly pale face. There was a clear sense of stupidity in his dark eyes, as if he had just entered the world. The society is full of ambitious young people who have beautiful visions for the future.

Elson thought to himself: "It seems like an ordinary person who strayed into the forest."

"Haha, yes, Mansu is the name of this forest. It looks like you are visiting Mansu for the first time, right?"

"Yes, yes." The young man nodded crazily and asked in panic, "Where is this place?! I was sleeping in the apartment, but when I woke up, I suddenly came to this strange forest!"

"You don't need to be anxious." Elson comforted, "Coming to Mansu is not a bad thing, but your great good luck! This is the home of the sun, a temple outside the world, the beginning of life, and the place where all human beings live." The place where God dwells!”

"ah--"

The ignorant young man let out an exclamation. He was dumbfounded and said: "You...don't lie to me, God...heaven should have walls made of jasper, a city of pure gold as clear as glass, walls decorated with various precious stones, and pearl-like walls." The gate...how could it be such a dark and terrifying place!”

Elson sneered, "Haha, heaven is just a false god, how dare you compare with Si Chen."

The young man tilted his head in confusion, "Si Chen?"

"Si Chen is the true god in the world!"

Elson opened his arms as if to embrace the sky and shouted excitedly.

"They are wind, rain, thunder and lightning, life, death, and infinity. They are the laws of the world, the masters of history, and the true masters of the world at noon!!!"

The inexperienced young man seemed to be shaken by this impassioned speech, his facial muscles began to tremble imperceptibly, his eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened, and he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the other party's shocked and dumbfounded look, Elson nodded with satisfaction.

The young man was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. Hope and yearning suddenly appeared on his face, and he asked respectfully: "Mr. Elson is really knowledgeable. Please elaborate more."

"Nothing, nothing." Elson waved his hand pretending to be humble, "By the way, what's your name?"

"John Henry Cavill, just call me Little John."

"Um."

Elson was very satisfied with Little John's respectful attitude. He stood on tiptoes and straightened his arms before reluctantly patting the other person on the shoulder.

"Let's talk as we walk."

As he said that, the two of them walked side by side. As they moved, Elson noticed that Little John's left arm and left leg were obviously weak. It seemed that he was probably still a disabled person in the waking world. No wonder he was right. Mansu and Sichen's desire for knowledge is so fervent, it turns out that they place their hope in gods for treatment that cannot be cured by modern medicine.

"Let's start with Mansu... Mansu does not exist in the real world, it is a world beneath the surface of the world."

"Although Mansu is extremely real, it is not actually an entity, and its scope and environment are constantly changing."

"But the woodland is always on the periphery or below Mansu, just like a wall, but in fact, Mansu has no wall."

John asked: "Mr. Elson, do you mean that Mansu is an illusion that does not really exist? Then how did we get here now?"

"No, no, Mansu goes beyond conventional logic and is simply incomprehensible to our mortal minds. As for how we got here, haven't you guessed it yet?"

Elson pretended to be profound at first, but when he saw that Little John was unable to answer, he smiled and said: "Didn't you just say that you were sleeping in the apartment, so why did you come to this woodland as soon as you woke up? among.”

John suddenly realized, "Oh - you mean, we are actually dreaming?"

"That's right! Falling asleep - hoohoo."

Elson suddenly stopped, bent over and put his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

Little John turned around and saw how tired the other party was, and asked with concern: "Mr. Elson, are you okay?"

"Ahem, no...it's okay. I'm just too fat and a bit tired from walking a lot. Just let me rest for a while."

Elson rested for a while before catching up and walking side by side with Little John.

"Where were you talking about?"

"Dream."

"Yes, dreaming is the only way for mortals to get to Mansu. Even mortals who have no understanding of Mansu will visit this place at least twice in their lives. However, most of them will regard it as an illusion after waking up. Dreams are gradually forgotten.”

"Twice..." Little John pondered, "Then is there any way to retain the memory of entering Mansu? Or how can I enter Mansu multiple times?"

"You finally got to the point!"

Elson seemed to have been waiting for a long time and said enthusiastically: "Secret transmission, only secret transmission!"

"If mortals want to enter and leave Mansu endlessly, they must rely on the secret transmission given by Si Chen."

"Secret message?"

Elson explained: "Secret transmission is the legendary history of the hidden world, because it involves the past of many Sichen, and knowledge is tainted with mysterious power."

"The carrier of secret transmission is not limited to words. Music, portraits, dances... and even objects may contain secret information."

"But not every mortal can detect the mystery within it. Only those with extraordinary soul quality can have a glimpse of the secret message."

Little John asked curiously: "Does soul quality refer to the human soul?"

"Yes and no, soul quality is the characteristic of intelligent life, soul consciousness, soul depression, soul body, soul debate, soul twilight, soul perseverance, soul law, soul memory-ahem!!!"

Elson coughed violently again, and Little John stood still and waited patiently.

"Ahem...there is also the only tangible life body, the dwelling place of the soul, and the physical body that exists in this world. These are the nine characteristics that life should have."

"When we mortals visit Mansu, we go there with the soul body in the soul substance."

"The soul body is a vital part of the soul. It integrates other souls except the life body. It is the reflection of the present world into Mansu and the ship for mortals to travel through Mansu."

“The sky is boundless, just like the ocean is boundless, and even ships have their limits.”

"If you want to strengthen your soul body, you can't just move your muscles and bones like in this world. You need to sharpen your will or improve your knowledge. But the fastest way to do it is to practice secret transmission!"

"And the way to practice secret transmission is...ahem!"

While talking, the two of them climbed over a thick tree root that was as high as a fence. Elson's fat soul projected from the present world was again dragging him down. After he climbed down, he sat on the root of the tree and coughed.

Little John was already used to it. Elson, who liked to teach others, was fat and weighed down his steps. His endurance was very poor and he had to breathe on the spot every few steps.

Although the other party got stuck right at the key point, he was not in a hurry and stood at the front looking around.

However, behind him that he didn't notice, Elson suddenly changed his tired look, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"You kid, after listening to me for so long, you should pay some tuition!"

"How can the secret method be given to others so easily!"

"If you want to learn secret transmission, you have to pay the price with blood!"

"Let me personally teach you how cruel the dark side of the world is!"

Elson sneered in his heart, deliberately stopped in place and imitated heavy breathing, while silently reciting the secret scriptures in his heart, and some invisible power condensed into a sharp dagger in the palm of his hand behind his back.

"Stupid but lucky boy, use your life to promote my secret teaching!"

Elson shouted wildly in his heart, suddenly stood up and stepped forward, stabbing the dagger at the back of little John.

Puff - the sound of the blade piercing the soul body and simulated flesh and blood.

The name of the soul quality has been slightly modified, which seems more unified and reads better.

By the way, a reader mentioned influence yesterday -

In the original game, various influences have no other uses except filling values/resisting curses in rituals, and the expression forms are not unified. The high-level is substantial energy, while the low-level is more like a wisp of emotion...

The low-level influence in this work will be changed to: the "influence" that the practitioners/deformers of the corresponding secret teachings can cause on reality.

For example, when Lance launches an attack [roar], it causes an impact [buzzing in the brain] on Watson and Holmes, and both of them fall into a brief state of unconsciousness.