Vol 2 Chapter 1776: Prophecy failure

Chapter 1776 Prophecy invalidation
Opulia signed a confidentiality contract with pleasure.
Rosen did not deliberately appease his appetite and directly spoke out the germination. At the beginning, Ipulia did not agree with it until he recognized the classification of the mysterious things, and then he was aphasia.
After experiencing a series of expressions of horror and the struggle of the soul, the mood of Oprylia finally calmed down.
"...I suddenly regretted signing this contract." Opryya licked the temple that had begun to swell, even if he did not predict anything now, he could perceive a kind of infinite malice and cover him.
"When you know the bud, there is no chance to regret it." Rosen said lightly.
"I understand." Opulia sighed deeply and began to slowly face the reality: "What do the urban masters want me to do?"
"You should know, I want to know more about budding."
Opryra nodded: "Well, let me try."
After all, Opulia slowly walked to the center of the hall, his expression looked very solemn, his mouth was filled with words, and he seemed to be thinking about the secret curse. However, if you listen carefully, you will find that the whispers of Opry are all such as "How can I not think about it, sign a confidentiality contract?", "Ming knows that the more dangerous the truth, but the partiality Going to this road, I regret it!"...
In addition to these regretful words, the gap is also mixed with some inexplicable spit.
For example: "How is the floor half of the stone and half of the metal today, is it being renovated?", "Is this the decorative style of the streaked horse? When did the aesthetics of the urban master become so weird?", "Former metal floor, Mingmingguang It’s good to know how to make a man’s skirt. Why bother?
Anger’s face was speechless, but Rosen opposite, and Antonio’s face reflected by the communicator, seemed to be commonplace in the words of Opulia.
Antonio even told Angels intimately: "Opulia is not always like this, but when he is nervous, he likes to talk nonsense."
After the "stressful" Opulia walked to the center of the hall, he spit out a deep breath and then raised the wooden pole in his hand.
At this time, his chanting was finally stopped.
I saw that his impermanence suddenly changed, and a mysterious and mysterious breath began to escape from the top of the wooden stick in his hand.
Under this breath, Opulia is like a prophet who came out from the ancient times, standing on the bank of the absurd cliff of time, thinking about the direction of the future.
When the gas field in Opulia became more and more powerful, the entire metal hall seemed to have become a chaotic universe.
Opry is standing in the center of the universe, surrounded by hordes of stars.
When the breath reached its highest point, Opulia slammed the wooden pole on the ground. "Oh--", a large number of corrugated waves began to diffract.
At the same time, the stars began to fall, and the universe returned to darkness and chaos. The entire hall became dark and dark, and in this boundless darkness, suddenly there was a buzz.
From small to small, it becomes a grandeur.
It's like having a rushing river, rushing into the unknown in the dark.
Although Angel could not see it, he knew that this might be the image of the fate of the river. Undoubtedly, what Opulia believes should be the long-term fate of the three major divisions.
This kind of snoring lasted for a long time. Finally, in a sigh that did not know who came out of it, the darkness was all over and the light was coming back.
After a long time of immersion in the mysterious aftertaste, Opulia finally raised his head.
"What did you see?" Rosen asked.
Ipulia shook her head gently, with a hint of helpless smile on her face: "I didn't see anything."
"I didn't see anything? What happened?"
Ipulia put the stick on the lap and sat down directly on the ground: "I went straight to find clues about budding, no. I narrowed the scope and wanted to find information about the budding believers. The fate still did not give guidance; I am again Narrowing down and placing the exploration area in the South and Yirong countries, the fate remains indifferent."
"Then, I used a special method and wanted to find clues in the loop of fate. Unfortunately, I still have nothing to gain."
Osperia almost exhausted all the methods that he could think of, including the most clumsy future of the prophetic technique, and did not explore even a little bit of information.
"As long as the germination-related content is covered by a thick black mist that cannot be seen, it can't be seen clearly, and..." Opulia paused, with a dignified expression: "And, as soon as I venture into the fog, I will fall into a strange state of konjac. If this konjac state continues for a few more seconds, I feel that my mental power will be subject to some irreversible pollution."
This is the first time that Opulia has encountered such a strange situation in the prophecy.
This direct effect on mental pollution is like having a will that exists in the midst of a sin, blocking everyone from discovering the secret of germination.
After listening to the words of Opulia, Rosen’s face was even heavier.
He actually thought about it from the beginning, and whether prophecy would not work. Because he is very clear, the mysterious things are very special, any exploration-like method acting on mysterious things may fail, and even the naked eye, light, and energy will be offset by mysterious things.
Almost every mysterious thing will deflect, weaken or even ignore the rules.
Prophecy is no exception.
However, Rosen believes that as long as it does not involve the budding ontology, simply looking for budding believers, there should be no situation, which is counterproductive. All the people and things related to the germination are covered up.
"This kind of horrible effect is worthy of a levelless out-of-control thing." Antonio whispered.
Angel also nodded. He now understands why someone will go to believe in the buddha. As long as you believe in it, you can be covered by the mysterious field of disorder, just like a kind of "shelter" given by God. This does have some religious flavor.
When things get here, it seems to be in a deadlock. Can't find budding believers, let alone annihilate or expel them.
What should I do?
When everyone thinks about it, Opulia uses a "lucky choice", which is a method evolved from "good luck two elections", belonging to the clock of the question. Ipulia wants to change the way, not directly to find the answer, but on the surface to find a solution to the problem -
"How to solve my heart trouble?"
However, after use, Ipulia did not feel any instigation of the mind, it is estimated that the lucky choice failed.
It was not too disappointing that Ipulia shook her head. Anyway, he just tried it and didn't really think he could get feedback.
However, at the time of the unfolding, a breeze blew in from the opened window.
The breeze slid into the hall and did not attract the attention of everyone. It only attracted the eyes of Anger and Rosen when it scraped a piece of ripped paper on the experimental bench.
The paper flies in the air and you can clearly see a simple symbol on the paper.
On the "丫" under the "one."
When I saw this pattern drawn with Juan Xiu's brush strokes, what did Angel and Rosen think of at the same time -
"Siman!"
(End of this chapter)