Just as Old Neil finished his sentence, the pair of illusory eyes in the darkness behind him quickly disappeared. Even with his Spirit Vision, Klein couldn't find any traces of its existence.
"This is a symbol of ritualistic magic," Old Neil explained with a chuckle.
That's a little magical … Spirit Vision is an enhanced version of the Yin-Yang Eye? Klein was like a child who had received a new toy. He looked away with great interest and sized up every corner of the room. He wanted to see the difference between the current alchemy room and the previous one.
The darkness outlined the objects. The long table, test tubes, scales, cups, cabinets, and other items were no different from before Klein activated his Spirit Vision. They didn't emit any light.
Lifeless objects don't have spirituality? Klein mumbled to himself as he swept his gaze across the silver chest on the table.
Suddenly, he saw light appear inside. It was as blue as the sky, as resplendent as the stars, and as red as fire!
"Materials that originate from Beyonder species still have some sort of life. Uh, activity? Even if the original owner is dead? "Klein deliberated over his words as he asked Old Neil curiously.
"The accurate description is that their spirituality will remain. This is one of the keys to the successful concoction of a potion. It's also one of the reasons why Beyonders lose control. Dunn should have told you," Old Neil explained frankly.
He seemed to have thought of something as he suddenly laughed.
"I remember that the Corpse Collector formula has a dried adult black-spotted frog. It takes a lot of courage to consume this potion."
Klein imagined it and felt a little disgusted. He didn't echo Old Neil's words and turned his gaze to the darkness around him. However, there weren't any spirits or ghosts that he was looking forward to.
"Isn't it said that the World of Spirits is everywhere?" he asked in puzzlement.
Old Neil chuckled.
"Little guy, repeat after me."
"This is the headquarters of the Nighthawks. This is the underground of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. There are many Beyonders here!"
"Do you think we would allow spirits and souls to roam around here? Moreover, the World of Spirit and Spirit are two different concepts. "
Klein felt a little awkward for a moment. He turned his head and pretended to look at the faint light from the gas lamp at the entrance of the secret door.
"I understand."
As he spoke, the space between his brows suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably, as if it was spasming.
What was going on? Klein was about to turn around and ask when he suddenly saw an almost transparent figure standing quietly at the edge of the bright yellow light. It was in the shape of a human, and the color of its aura blended perfectly with the dim environment, making it difficult to distinguish.
Hiss!
Klein's eyebrows throbbed violently, and his vision became chaotic. He focused his attention again, but there was no "invisible" figure!
Strange … He turned around and said,
"Mr. Neil, the space between my eyebrows is twitching. It hurts a little."
"Haha, that's very normal. You are a newly advanced Beyonder. Spirit Vision will place a huge burden on your Soul Body, and it will constantly drain you. Externally, it will appear as a twitching between your eyebrows, a stabbing pain in your head, hypersensitivity, and some hallucinations. Furthermore, in the Spirit Vision state, you will easily feel uncomfortable in unfamiliar environments, and you will be easily affected by the emotions of others. These are all things that you need to pay attention to. You have to adapt and eliminate them through repeated practice. In addition, control your usage and end it in time," Old Neil replied with a smile.
Why does it feel like you're enjoying it … Klein hurriedly asked for guidance.
"Then how do I exit the Spirit Vision state?"
He had wanted to mention the "invisible" figure he had just seen, but when he heard that the symptoms included "some hallucinations," he dismissed the idea.
Combined with the twitching and stabbing pain in the space between his eyebrows, Old Neil's answer could be completely guessed!
Then, switch to Cogitation, close your eyes, control your spirituality, and repeatedly tell it to stop. When you open your eyes again, you will realize that the Spirit Vision has ended. "
Old Neil leisurely described, and towards the end, he added, "Of course, this is the most cumbersome and clumsy method. We can, through practice, repeatedly hint to ourselves in Cogitation to repeatedly influence our spirituality, leaving behind a simple 'switch action.' For example, if I tap my glabella twice, I can easily activate Spirit Vision, and another two taps can easily end it. As for how to set it up, it will depend on your habits and hobbies."
"Got it." Klein thought for a moment and decided to imitate Old Neil by tapping his glabella twice as a "switch" for Spirit Vision.
"Once" was easily confused with an instinctive tap on the head, and "thrice" in a dangerous situation could waste precious time. As for snapping his fingers, it was too individualistic and would attract attention.
He focused his attention, visualized the gathered spheres of light, and entered Cogitation again.
Under Old Neil's guidance, he finally "set up" the "switch action" after repeated hints and practice.
Clenching his fist lightly, he tapped his glabella twice with the knuckle of his index finger. Suddenly, different thicknesses and colors of aura light appeared in front of Klein's eyes.
After another two taps, everything returned to normal. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
"I've finally mastered it …" he exclaimed in joy.
Only then did he realize that he was so tired that he could fall asleep at any moment. His head was empty and aching, as though he had pulled three all-nighters.
Old Neil smiled and said, "We aren't Sleepless.
Every time we practice excessively or use Spirit Vision excessively, we need a period of sleep to recover. You can go home now and have a good rest. In the afternoon, go to Welch's place and take a stroll along the road to Iron Cross Street. Try to find clues to the Antigonus family's notebook as soon as possible. Tomorrow, we will continue teaching you about mysticism. Of course, don't forget to read those historical documents. "
"Alright." Klein agreed wholeheartedly with Old Neil's arrangements.
He took his cane and left the alchemy lab. Watching the secret door close, Old Neil returned to the armory. Klein rubbed his glabella and Sun acupoint. He pressed on the handrail and walked up the stairs.
At this moment, Dunn Smith came from behind. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes were deep.
"I heard from Old Neil that you adapt very well, be it Cogitation or Spirit Vision."
"Perhaps it's just something special about being a Seer," Klein replied humbly.
He guessed that Dunn had been guarding the armory for Old Neil.
Dunn slowed down his pace, only slightly ahead of Klein. After a few seconds of silence, he said without turning around, "You have to remember that curiosity kills the cat.
It also kills the Beyonder. Don't try to investigate the whispers you shouldn't hear or the existences you shouldn't see. "
"Alright." Klein knew that this was another reminder about losing control as a Beyonder.
After entering the Blackthorn Security Company, he greeted Roshan, who clearly didn't know that he had become a Beyonder. He slowly walked out of the door and onto the streets. He took a trackless carriage back to Daffodil Street, nearly falling asleep on the way.
It was still morning, and the temperature was only twenty-six degrees Celsius. Klein took the copper key from his belt and opened the door to his house.
There were many items in the house that hadn't been added. The living room and dining room were empty. Baansen and Melissa, one working and the other studying, had long left the house.
Klein couldn't be bothered with anything else. He closed the door behind him and quickly went upstairs to his bedroom with bookshelves.
After taking off his tuxedo and hanging it on the coat rack, he eagerly fell into bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.
Klein was woken up by the bright sunlight. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes. He realized that the sun was just right outside.
"What time is it? I didn't miss the Tarot Gathering in the afternoon, did I? " He struggled to get out of bed and walked to the coat rack because his pocket watch was still in the inner pocket of his tuxedo.
Not only had he forgotten about it, but he had also forgotten to close the bedroom door and draw the curtains of the oriel window.
Pa!
Klein took out his pocket watch and opened it. He immediately felt relieved.
It was only a little past twelve, and there was still some time before the agreed time of three in the afternoon.
Today was Monday, the day he, The Hanged Man, and Justice would be having a gathering.
Klein pretended to think and tapped his glabella twice. The scene before his eyes changed once again, and he saw his aura regain its bright luster.
After tapping twice more and dismissing his Spirit Vision, he easily walked to the first floor. He boiled a pot of water and put in some inferior tea leaves. With it and a little cream, he finished a loaf of rye bread.
After that, Klein flipped through the history textbooks and the original Klein's notes and leisurely "revised" and consolidated his knowledge.
…
At 2: 57 in the afternoon, Klein closed the book, capped the fountain pen, and drew the curtains.
Following that, he locked the bedroom door from the inside, making the room abnormally dark.
He tapped his glabella twice again, activated his Spirit Vision, and surveyed his surroundings.
After confirming that there were no invisible spirits in the room, Klein ended his Spirit Vision, took out his pocket watch, and checked the time.
Tick tock, tick tock.
When it was one minute to three, he took four steps counterclockwise like before, forming a square. With each step, he recited the corresponding incantation in Mandarin.
However, he didn't prepare any staple food this time.
Klein closed his eyes and felt the back of his hand itch. It was as if the four black dots that formed the small square were protruding and appearing.
Crazy shouts and seductive murmurs began to echo, but Klein realized that his headache wasn't as bad as the last time.
It wasn't that he wasn't affected, but that he could control himself from actively listening.
Having become a Beyonder, he had a little more self-control in such an environment.
Soon, his "body" became light and floated upwards. He saw the pervasive, grayish-white, boundless, and hazy fog, as well as the crimson "stars." Two of them seemed to have a subtle connection with him, giving him an abnormally familiar feeling.
Klein looked at his blurry body and muttered in puzzlement.
"The Astral Projection that Old Neil mentioned?"
He calmed down for a few seconds, and once again, the magnificent temple appeared above the gray fog. The long bronze table that was directly under the wide dome, as well as the twenty-two high-back chairs that had different constellations symbolizing them.
Klein quietly walked to the seat of honor and sat down. He covered his body and face in an even thicker gray fog. Then, he reached out his right hand and tapped the two familiar "crimson" stars from afar, forming a magical connection.
PS: Seeking recommendation tickets for Monday ~
PS2: The mysticism knowledge involved in this book has been magically altered. Do not imitate it.
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