Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 79 Audience's Special Skills

Chapter 79 Audience's Special Skills
"The scarlet witch who wanders outside of common sense;"

"The descendants of red magic;"

"The Contract Envoy of the Devil of Hell;"

"The border separating sinners and demons;"

"Pandora in eternal sleep."

"Answer the phone."

The first time is new, the second time is familiar, and when An He made the mystical phone call to Koizumi Hongzi again, he even recited her name more casually.

"What's the matter?" Koizumi Hongzi's voice appeared in his ears.

"Ask you something."

"Speak." With limited magic power, Koizumi Hongzi's responses are often very efficient.

An He asked the question that concerned him: "When you summon Lucifer, can you see the situation in hell?"

"You can't see it. Hell is a spiritual dimension that is different from reality. It has no real material basis."

"Will the creatures of Hell die?"

"Your questions are all so weird." Although magic power is precious, Koizumi Hongzi still took the time to complain, "This kind of thing is not clear, there are no cases to refer to."

She paused, then added, "I don't know if this will work for you, but this Lucifer in my house has been replaced three times in the past hundred years. I'm not sure if it died or if the direction of the spell simply changed."

"I understand." Anhe thanked him. The information provided by Koizumi Hongzi was quite useful.

"Then I'll hang up."

"By the way." He suddenly called her before Koizumi Hongzi cut off the connection.

"Can you do me another favor?"

"explain."

"I have a few honorific names here." An He made an analogy in case Koizumi Hongzi didn't understand the meaning: "Just like the words you gave me before."

"Can you read them back to me in magic words?"

The occult connection was cleanly severed.

An He was somewhat disappointed, and reluctantly called out Miss Witch's name several more times, but the call was never connected again.

If I fail to persuade Miss Witch, I'll have to do it myself.

But he couldn't act recklessly. An He was sure that he was different from the Utopian Dragon who took the initiative to commit suicide.

He took out a five-yuan coin commonly used by fortune tellers from his pocket, and then found a pen on the desk to replace the ritual dagger.

An He closed his eyes and meditated. In just one breath, spiritual power gushed out from the tip of his pen, building a spiritual wall in the room to isolate himself from interference from the outside world.

So first of all, let's take the first experiment.
He wrote the two square Chinese characters "安和" on the paper in front of him, and then whispered in ancient Hermetic language:
"O first awakener;"

"You are the Supreme Truth of Chaos and Disorder;"

"You are destined not to belong to this era—"

“I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom.”

The spiritual wall seemed to have been violently shaken, struggling to maintain its stability.

Time seemed to stand still, and gray mist was spreading before my eyes, forming an ancient "door" in a seemingly disordered yet extremely coordinated state. It was extremely complicated, yet extremely simple, and it just "existed" there quietly.

It is existence itself.

Two twisted and blurry figures stood in the depths of the fog, with countless scarlet spots of light scattered around like pilgrims.

One of the figures looked over, and crazy mutterings and whispers came like a tide.

"Fuck, why is there a crack?"

A familiar tone from a thief.

An He remained expressionless as he threw the coin in his hand into this "door" which couldn't be simpler.

Then, almost as if he had thought about it, the fog that formed this ancient door gradually dissipated and disappeared into the void, as if it had never appeared.

An He sank into the island of mind and saw the fortune teller and the thief gathered together.

In the middle of them, there was a five-yuan coin. "It's not about knowing creation, it's not about the fog materializing." The fortune teller An He picked it up carefully.

".It is a real substance that exists."

The audience member An He nodded, without saying anything more, took the coin from him, and disappeared on the island of the mind again.

In reality, a coin suddenly appeared in An He's palm, as if that frame of time had been taken away by someone unknown.

He put the coin on the table and picked up the pen again.

Next is the second experiment.

"O first awakener;"

"You are the Supreme Truth of Chaos and Disorder;"

"You are destined not to belong to this era—"

“I pray to you;”

“I beg you to give me strength;”

"Give me the power to complete this unknown spell."

The ritual was not standard, and the spells could not accurately locate the power. From the perspective of mysticism, this was obviously not a qualified prayer.

However, when the spell came to an end, a mysterious omen of real existence appeared in Anhe's heart.

A gust of "wind" that could not be seen, heard, or even felt came from nowhere, passed through the space built by the spiritual wall, hovered above the coin for a moment, and finally disappeared silently as it came.

Everything is calm again.

An He picked up the coin and, with his own spirituality, sensed this "unknown spell" that already possessed extraordinary power.

This talisman will draw "luck" from nature at all times, store it slowly, and feed it back to the wearer. When it is opened by the spell, it will release all the accumulated "luck" and bring a "turning point of fate" to the wearer.

Anhe decided to name it "Anhe Talisman" and set the opening spell to the ancient Hermetic language of "Anhe".

After putting the coin away, An He took out a new one and made a new talisman in the same way.

This time he changed the "unknown spell" in the spell into a "psychedelic spell" that clearly pointed to the power of the fortune teller, and obtained a spell that could create large-scale illusions.

Adhering to the spirit of scientific research, after many rounds of repeated experiments, An He came to a credible conclusion - as long as the function of the talisman is not specified, the one you get will definitely be the "lucky" An He talisman.

Then he began to think about something.

Among the three of them, which one's power can be related to luck?

In the end, no reliable result was obtained.

An He simply put it aside for the time being, swept the pile of talismans produced by the experiment aside, and started his third experiment.

“Start with the less dangerous ones first.”

He took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and then became cautious.

The ancient Hermetic language slowly came out of his mouth.

"I call in my name:"

"A fool who does not belong to this age;"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

"I pray that you will answer my call."