Chapter 129: Brain Burning (Illusion)

Two thin scrolls, without the names of their authors, seem to illustrate travel guides.
Some books about magic, he guessed, K represents Crowley's exploration in this field.
And Goode Dialogue, a curse that is said to only exist in one version, is rumored to have been found in Yedlin's ashes.
Yedlin was a child genius in Florence, who was burned to death in one of Savonarola.
Li Bad's endless curiosity could not alleviate the temptation and put his legend to the test. He lifted the open book and took a deep breath. It smells of fire.
Li Bai suddenly saw Goode's face, his eyes splashed out of the socket when it was scorched, and he quickly closed the book.
He believes that he doesn't pay enough attention to Goode's collection.
He took his attention away from the bookshelf and looked at the other wall.
There he found several rows of shelves. These things were given to the kind that Goode might use to attract his young, impressive guests:
Cylindrical red and black wax candles; rows of intricate bottles decorated with multicolored beads. When Li broke the bottle, they were filled with jaw-dropping wine, some of which smelled vaguely like brandy or whiskey, but Obviously mixed with Goode's secret ingredients, no matter what they are.
Li's bad nose told him that some of them were herbal. Many are not.
God knows what prescription drugs Goode has accumulated and dissolved in this "sacred potion": tranquilizers, most likely, and perhaps some magic pills for the treatment of sleep dysfunction.
Of course, all of this must be removed like most of the other things on these shelves: the white powdered vials that he thinks are sleeping pills; rows of little dolls with faces of young people are cut from the photos and used safety pins. They are fixed to the head of the doll, and there is a second set, which is also their head, which is also sandwiched between the photos.
Li Badi counted. When he used it as Goode's harem, there were 26 dolls there.
Before setting the dolls on fire, Li Wei must consult local experts for the opinions of these dolls to ensure that all the twenty-six young people they represent will not catch fire.
After browsing the upper shelf, Li Huai now leaned down, suddenly popping out when he glanced at the middle row near his knees.
There are many large jars with vacuum-tight lids for homemade preserves.
But the contents of these jars are not as good as blackberry jam and pickled onions. They contain dead objects in a solution that may be formaldehyde: some weird things, a two-headed mouse, an albino toad, its eyes are bright red, some are deterministic, a kind of tincture, A jar completely filled with meatballs, such as pink eggs, stinky meat and bacon long enough to envelop your throat, and some that simply rotate or disintegrate in the preservation solution, leaving unidentifiable in the fish tank Biting.
These, like a doll, he needs the experience of some local experts to safely dispose of them.
Taken as a whole, these objects show that Goode's interest in magic goes far beyond what is required by the drama that exposes a group of guests.
Of course, some peculiar performance items may have been used as props to make the pretend ceremony more real, but this does not explain the portrait of the library or the row of dolls.
He knelt down and looked for the dark recess on the bottom shelf. There were more jars lined up there, but behind them, his blind hand stopped on something very different. A small box, perhaps four inches square, when he brought it into the light, proved to be intricately carved with gold etchings on all six sides.
Li Huai knew the moment he fell in love at first sight. This is a puzzle box, more valuable and more dangerous than all other Goode collections put together.
Li Badi moved his fingers on the box without his instructions, eager to familiarize himself with things. The box released many stimuli through his curious fingers, which made Li Badi always feel timid. Then, after providing this kind of happiness, he suddenly retracted it, making Li Badi feel empty.
He tried to repeat the actions he did the first time he picked up the box, but happiness was not the second time. Li Huai knows from the story that if he wants more of the same things, he will have to solve the puzzle presented by the box.
Li Huai stood up, leaned against the bookshelf, and took a better look at the gleaming device.
Until now, he has never set his sights on one. These devices are named after their French designer and are referred to as blue ink for short.
However, they are also given more real names in more recognized circles, and they exist in unknown numbers all over the world.
Some people like this hide in hiding, but many are in the midst of human affairs and appetite, where they play pranks.
The solution to the problem is to open a door to hell, or the story is like this. Most people who solve problems are innocent people, and the fact that they happen to run into them is obviously a matter of indifference to and its agents. The soul seems to be the soul.
His fingers couldn't forget this feeling, and even without his instructions, his hands were investigating the box, as if recognizing an old friend of his own.
Li Huai looked at them, strangely feeling that he was far away from the frenetic actions and the possibility of consequences. He told himself that he could stop at any time. But why did he stop so quickly when he showed a little happiness from his fingers, hands, arms to the whole tired system?
Before the danger happened, he had enough time to stop it. But at the same time, why not enjoy the panacea provided by the box, because it relieved his joints and back pain and caused his nails to bleed?
The screen turns and returns to the isolated space.
"Ahhhhhhh...!"
Blood poured out of the old monk's helmet, and he couldn't help trembling and shouting.
Seeing that the old monk didn't have the strength to resist, the little monk sneaked out the helmet hidden in the dark, put it on, followed the Unicom cable, squeaked! Another picture of Li Hao Du Jie began to flash before his eyes.
The characters in the picture are bizarre, and they speak lines that people don't understand.
Li Huai announced: "Li Huai will take ten trains to go to town."
"Li Huai will be back for dinner in time."
"Try Li Badi's tailor," Hongdou.
"He has great taste on the red label. You can use Li Badi's name.
An idea touched Li Bad. "You are fine now. If Li Hao connects for you, would you pack your own kit and put it in Li Hao's ranks?"
"Well! If they give you a legion, Li Huai will accept your staff's job. If you go down the mountain tonight, be prepared and bring a bucket of oysters from you.
"Gurulu..."
Golden light gushes from the top of the little monk's head, and the nasal cavity begins to hemorrhage.
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