Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 53

These days, Klein plays and studies this oil lamp whenever he has free time.

Since the oil lamp never showed any danger, Klein's courage gradually grew.

He soaked the oil lamp in cold water and hot water successively, observed the reaction, and then took it to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove and burn it with flames.

There is also a choice of noon when the sun is the strongest in the day and exposed to the sun, or in the dead of night, when the full moon is in the sky, take it out to bathe in the crimson moonlight.

Even he gritted his teeth and bought some more occult materials that could be used for sacrifices, made them into spiritual powder, and sprinkled them evenly on the oil lamp, but it was of no use.

Finally, he took the lamp to the kitchen, poured cooking oil into the small spout of the oil lamp, and planned to ignite the wick to try it later.

Thanks to the clown's ability to make my hands and wrists more flexible, I can control my muscles well and perform fine operations. Otherwise, I really can't pour into such a small spout.

However, just as he poured the oil into the lamp, the oil lamp suddenly vibrated violently, and a pale yellow, fragrant liquid burst out with a ferocious momentum, and immediately splashed Klein's face.

Ah, can this oil be washed off?

Fortunately, I was wearing home clothes, which were much cheaper than formal clothes.

In the blink of an eye, it was already Thursday morning, and Klein's first order finally arrived.

The clients are Mrs. Doris and his grandson Jurgen Cooper from the same street, and the content is to find the beloved black cat Brody.

After a metaphysical reasoning, Brody was quickly found, and Klein also received the first payment of his detective career.

Then the second time came to the door, from the smart big boy Ian Wright who I noticed on the subway before.

After a series of inferences such as divination and psychics, Klein successfully found the mission goal, completed the commission, and received a 5-pound reward and three required commitments.

On Saturday afternoon, it was rainy and rainy in Backlund.

Klein was in a good mood when he returned home after reaching a preliminary investment intention with Reppard.

Just as he was finishing his physical problems and bending over to wash his hands, suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar eyes with fierce eyes flashed in his mind. It was Merle, the Zemange party executioner who had come to inquire about Ian Wright's whereabouts in the morning. Sow.

A small black feather arrow hit the air and stuck it on the washbasin, and the two immediately began to fight.

Klein relied on agility and hunches to support him, but Meursault possessed agility and strength. In close combat, he was obviously more advantageous than Klein.

The two fought in a circle, and the tables and chairs overturned and shattered one after another. Just as Klein was anxiously thinking about ways to counterattack, he glanced at the standard contract on the coffee table in the living room.

The battlefield was moved to the living room under the guidance of Klein. As the two of them punched and kicked, Klein was once again swept away by Meursault and knocked down the coffee table.

While the items were flying, Klein didn't catch the standard contract he wanted, but his right hand just happened to touch the oil lamp that didn't know what it could do. Erso threw it out.

Looking at the brass oil lamp flying straight over, Meursault didn't take it to heart at all. He moved his route a little nimbly and avoided the oil lamp.

However, an unexpected thing happened. Meursault, who had avoided the flight path of the oil lamp, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and a golden object suddenly appeared in front of him, with the force of breaking the wind, slammed into the His forehead smashed him into a stagger, his head was dizzy, his eyes were shining with gold stars, and blood quickly dripped from his head, and the blood slipped and flowed into his eyes.

Klein threw out the oil lamp and rushed up quickly, dodging possible attacks while approaching the standard contracts scattered on the ground.

In the corner of his eye, he witnessed the strange turn of the oil lamp, hitting Meursault's forehead.

The ability of this oil lamp is to hit the enemy with a certain effect?

After the oil lamp hit Meursault's head, it bounced back and fell to the ground, rolling around for a few times and lay still on the ground.

Although Meursault felt that the dizziness in his head affected his combat effectiveness, he still rushed towards Klein. He thought that the enemy must be in a bad state after being swept away by him for many times.

Klein clenched the standard contract with one hand, and cooperated with his body with the other hand, dodging and moving, looking for opportunities.

The two of them kept staggering. Suddenly, Meursault found that the oil lamp that had caused him great damage was right next to him. He rushed forward, slamming his hammer-like fists.

Oil lamp or fist?

These two options flashed in Klein's mind, and he quickly brushed the characteristics of the oil lamp and the strength of Meursault's fist. He made a decision between flint and lightning.

He didn't move, and was ready to be hit head-on by the oil lamp.

The oil lamp whistled, brushing his ears, and the air flow caused Klein's short hair to twist, and then, with a bang, he fell to the ground.

No... Missed?

Both Meursault and Klein were stunned for a moment. At this time, Meursault threw a punch, which was the time when their body balance was the worst.

Chance!

Klein reacted instantly, shaking out the standard contract in his hand.

With a puff, the piece of paper stuck into Meursault's throat, separating his arteries and trachea.

Staring at Meursault's death and collapse in front of him, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and had the energy to recall the strangely changing flight path of the oil lamp just now.

Random must hit or must not hit? This... how is this used?

Or should the hit become a miss, and the UU reading www.uukanshu.com should miss the hit become a must?

Or, if you dodge, you will hit, and if you don't dodge, you will miss?

Klein was overwhelmed by his own guesses. What kind of ability does this correspond to? Why is he playing cards so unreasonably?

He first picked up the oil lamp that played a key role in this battle, and after a rough scan, he found that the oil lamp was spotless, with no trace of blood.

He looked around the whole room, noticed the mess in the room and his damaged and soiled clothes, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:

"This can't be reimbursed..."

"If the battle is over, the damaged items will be restored automatically."

After speaking, he laughed at himself, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Suddenly, his laughter froze.

There seemed to be a sudden wind blowing in the living room, and the scattered items flew up and returned to their original places. The damaged chairs, coffee tables, and broken china each recovered their lost parts.

Even Meursault, who fell to the ground, didn't have the slightest trace of blood, and the wound on his throat was completely healed.

Klein looked down at the sleeves of his long gown and the woolen coat, and there was no trace of the battle at all.

This... is this also possible?

The strange oil lamp was still in his hands, and it didn't detach itself and return to the coffee table. It didn't glow, nor did it get cold or hot, as if everything in front of it had nothing to do with it.

But Klein clearly knew that the power of recovery came from the oil lamp in his hand.

So I don't have to lose money to Mrs. Summer.

This is really great!

A smile appeared on Klein's face again. This time, it wasn't exaggerated or funny, it was a joy from the heart.

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