Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 481 Release from Prison

"How long have you been here?"

Xia Er asked the question as if it were a very ordinary question.

This caused a flicker of emotion in little Zarathustra's somewhat swollen eyes, which looked as if they hadn't blinked in a long time.

"It's been almost 200 years."

The voice was old and hoarse.

"This composure is admirable."

Chael nodded politely, not to boast, but because "an angel" had been imprisoned in this place for two hundred years.

The last person to receive such treatment was Mr. Men. One went 200 years without going crazy, and the other went 2000 years without going crazy. The Gui San family is indeed full of talented people, and their mental cultivation is remarkable.

As for Flora? She played dead perfectly, and she stole the plan from Chael's mind. Using the bishop's robes and emblem of the Church of the Night on her body, she pretended to have powerful connections. At this time, it's a test of deception and acting skills. She absolutely cannot back down!

Hang in there! If you make it out alive, I'll make Hazel have your babies!

Flora completely bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, refusing to face little Zarathustra.

A naive person like Xia'er, who doesn't know Little Zarathustra's identity or what he represents, is the most suitable to use someone else's power to bully others.

Zarathustra the Younger took this as Jacob's mockery, after all, Jacob was certainly aware of his 200-year imprisonment, and might even have been the instigator, and now the other party had come looking for him...

Young Zarathustra saw Klein... He was slightly surprised, "Another fortune teller..."

This was truly unexpected, because Klein wasn't just any ordinary player; he was a master of puppets with an aura of gray mist. Little Zaratu was, after all, an angel. Before Klein ascended to demigod status, there were no secrets in front of a high-ranking angel like Little Zaratu. The secrets of the night were useless, because the goddess of the night had no secrets.

Oh ~

Little Zarathustra understood; this was yet another Roselle.

So it's not hard to guess that Jacob came to find him because of his extraordinary nature, or... something else. Was he planning to train this kid?

Why do you say that?

Klein didn't know why the other party was paying attention to him, so he could only guess and cautiously probe.

Huh~

Do you want to leave here?

Little Zarathustra glanced at Shael and asked Klein in a muffled, low voice.

"You know a way to leave here? Then why don't you leave?"

Klein frowned; he was no longer the naive young man he used to be.

If you can leave, why don't you leave yourself? China has thousands of years of history and countless fantasy novels. You're definitely trying to make me fall into some trap for you.

"Because I am already dead."

Little Zarathustra lowered his head slightly and let out two dry laughs, seemingly in a self-deprecating manner.

But Xia'er knew that this guy was mocking him, or perhaps testing him. Little Zaratu was really worried that his original body outside had been sliced ​​up by Jacob. Xia'er didn't respond to him at all, acting like a clueless newbie, or a quiet newbie pretending to be mature.

"I can tell you're not a spirit."

Klein paused for a moment. Dead people don't have spirit threads, do they? Well, at least the spirit threads of the dead don't take this form. If one could manipulate the dead at will, wouldn't it be better for a puppet master to become a tomb raider? Why bother with the hard work of transforming puppets?

"With my special and extraordinary abilities, I found the gaps in the history and destiny of this world, cut out my own image, and froze it here, maintaining it until now."

"As for my body and my spirit, they are probably completely dead and have completely dissipated. Otherwise, why would I still be trapped here? And trapped for a full 200 years."

Now, it's pretty much confirmed that Jacob is just teasing the new "originators." He's been bored here for too long and doesn't mind teasing this young man whose fate is destined to be bumpy.

"Once you open the gate, the fate of this place will intersect with that of the outside world, and I, who was supposed to die, will naturally return to my original destiny."

Young Zarathustra chuckled softly, though the laughter sounded anything but friendly, making him appear even more malevolent, but he clearly didn't care.

"But what if you don't die after opening the door?"

"Are we just supposed to die?"

Chael asked a crucial question, and in doing so, answered a crucial question.

You're not dead outside at all, don't pretend to be some lonely old man with me.

Do you think I would hurt you?

What Zarathustra said was nonsense to Klein, but to Zarathustra it was practically a direct insult: "Do you think I can hurt you?"

This Sequence 5 Shepherd's body has an additional Sequence 4 Parasite accessory. With such a simple configuration, how can you not hurt us?

Chael remained silent, still posing as Flora Jacob.

"What should we do?"

Klein, being more realistic, felt that Xiaer shouldn't have brought this up so early. Instead, he should have asked what the other party wanted them to do.

"It's simple. Do you see that wall behind the statue? Isn't there a dent in it?"

"Once you can obtain the corresponding key and place it here, this wall will initially shed its hidden state. At that time, I will tell you about a complex and special symbol that will open the escape door on the wall to the outside world."

Little Zarathustra began issuing tasks. After the earlier probing, he had a better understanding of the situation. At least, he was certain that Jacob wasn't after him. Most of Jacob's interest and enjoyment were probably focused on the little guy in front of him.

In other words, he is useful, which is very pleasing.

Upon hearing this, Xia Er looked at Klein and asked, "What do you think, bro?"

Of course, they'd start by playing along, and what's more, a symbol... could it be that vertical eye made up of many hidden symbols?

A lightbulb went off in Klein's head; he had seen this symbol back in the Tingen starting village.

"If it's that simple, why did everyone else fail?"

Klein continued to extract information.

"Some of them, like you, were long-winded and didn't leave this church before the red moon was obscured by clouds. They were hung up there, like... the ones you see here have newer clothes and less dust on them."

Little Zarathustra chuckled, feeling that he saw a glimmer of hope for getting out of this predicament.

"emm...

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Klein almost covered his face when the other party teased him; there was even a cross-dressing master hanging here.

However, at least they also learned one thing from this: when the red moon disappeared, the danger inside the church would increase exponentially, and even the Puppet Master would no longer be able to control his own spiritual threads, although he was no ordinary Puppet Master.

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