Chapter 20: The Cane, the Monocle, and the Past 'Squeak~' The door opened. It wasn't very big and there was nothing inside. Han, who had a very weak sense of existence, walked forward and raised his head: "Mother, the objects sent from the ant world are very small. I can enlarge them for you. What do you want to see?" "What are they?" Chen Xiang asked back. Han looked around the empty room and counted on his fingers: "There is a pair of shoes for the foolish, a hammer for the stupid, and an eye for the dull." Dai came in at some point and interrupted: "Most of the debris has problems. The good eggs from the ant world probably didn't know when they delivered it. The traitors left marks on it, so we threw it into the house and locked it up!" "A mark left by the traitors?" Chen Xiang was startled: "Is it on the mirror?" "That's not the case." Dai pushed the frame of his glasses, "Neither is it on the eyeballs that were given to me."
After saying that, Han picked up a particle and blew on it gently. The particle expanded and turned into an eyeball covered in blood with more than a dozen tentacles. "Mom! Do you want it?" [Silly] handed it forward, and Chen Xiang suddenly jumped away: "No! Don't give it to me!" The eyeballs looked disgusting and scary, and the bloody tentacles were still twisting. Dai said seriously: "Mom, I've read about this eyeball. It's the eye of a traitor. The traitor who corresponds to me is called..." He thought hard, and finally shook his head in disappointment, pointing to the stone tablet with "Hahaha Valley" written on it not far away: "I really can't remember, that stone tablet suppressed me" Chen Xiang frowned, feeling more and more strange. Suddenly, he remembered the secret that Li Dongyun told him. "Nine Outer Gods stole the authority of the nine Old Ones." Chen Xiang took a quick look and fortunately, there were only seven dwarfs. If there are nine. He had a vague suspicion in his mind, which was very unreal and terrifying. "Is the Titan in the prayer referring to me?" "Titan. Titan, could the dwarves be the Old Ones?" "If so, then I am... Above the Old Ones? The Titan of Creation?" Chen Xiang was a little trembling, thinking it was ridiculous, but this strange dream and the layers of prayers probably not. After all, there were only seven dwarfs, but there were nine Old Ones. "What's the use of this eyeball?" Chen Xiang suppressed his thoughts and asked softly. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Knowledge, infinite knowledge, can be seen through the eyeballs, as long as you put it in the eye socket!" Put this eyeball into the eye socket? ?
Chen Xiang looked at the dozen or so twisted tentacles on his eyeballs and decisively rejected it. He then asked: "Is there anything safe in here that's similar to a mirror?" Dai looked around carefully and finally pointed to a piece of nothingness. Han walked forward and blew a breath. The two particles expanded and turned into a walking stick and a retro monocle. Dai explained: "According to the ants, this cane is called 011, and it used to be the cane of an hourglass." "Hourglass? That big traitor?" Chen Xiang's heart moved. According to the description of the dwarfs, the hourglass, the book and the textile machine are big traitors. Under these three things, there are nine small traitors. "The mirror is called 009 and the cane is called 011. It sounds like a ranking. The hourglass should be very powerful, right? If it is His cane, why is it ranked behind the mirror?" Dai shrugged: "I don't know either, but the cane is broken. It was broken by you, mom. Maybe that's the reason?" Chen Xiang was thoughtful: "It's broken, but it's still useful?" "Yes!" Dai looked at the cane, as if reading it, and finally said, "The holder of the cane controls the years, time, and history, but this was the effect before it broke, and it is much weaker now." Chen Xiang's eyelids twitched slightly. Years, time, history. These three nouns are too high. "What about the monocle? What is that?" Dai replied softly: "Spiritual Mentor. Yes, that's its name." "What is the specific use?" "Emotional insight, spiritual perception, dream weaving, and" Staring at the lens, as if reading its instruction manual: “It’s still shrouded in mystery.” Chen Xiang took the monocle. It had a soft touch, a clear mirror, a faint frame, and a light silver chain hanging on the right side. He put on his monocle: “Can you tell me the specific effect?” “I was suppressed and could only read the most basic things.” Chen Xiang nodded, holding his cane, hugging the mirror, and wearing a monocle: "Dai, you are different from the other little guys." “Yes, mother.” Dai nodded seriously: “I like to think, and I can see more and know more.” He walked forward, raised his head, and said something unclear: "Mom, you will eventually regain all the power you have lost and return to the throne that belongs to you." "Until then, we have to lie low." Chen Xiang wanted to say something, but his vision suddenly became blurry and dark. wake up.
……………… The wall clock was ticking, and the date was clearly displayed on the dial. Monday, May 1518, 5, 7:7 AM. The boy woke up and found his monocle, cane and mirror lying beside him. A very unreal feeling. "I need the truth, I need access to the truth." Chen Xiang opened the secret compartment and took out the token. According to what the mirror said, if the owner of the token really died, If the spirit of division is integrated into it, then it can be. Become a new member of the old parliament. Recalling Wei Qingqiu's invitation, Chen Xiang's eyes were deep: "It's time to go to school." Today, he has a class called "Study of Mysterious Societies and Secret Sects". In the class, he will talk about the Old Council. After the class, he will decide whether to accept the invitation and become the so-called Old Messenger. If I become an Old One's Messenger, can I also serve as an Old One's Councillor? If yes, you need two identities. Chen Xiang put on a monocle called "Spiritual Mentor". The vision of his right eye became slightly blurred. He saw a thin layer of mist covering his body, slowly rotating and blocking out everything. "Is this the 'shrouded in mystery' that Dai mentioned?" He looked at the full-length mirror in the secret room, and his image became blurry, with a deep and hazy mist and a dark color. He could vaguely see the monocle on his face, but he couldn't see his features clearly. He looks like the villain boss in a movie. Well, it’s pretty good. When you are alive, you must have a vest. Chen Xiang picked up the cane again, but this time there was nothing unusual and he couldn't feel anything different. "Mirror, can you speak now?" "Yes, I am here, I am always here." The mirror was extremely respectful. Chen Xiang looked at the cracked mourning mirror, thinking: "You seem to have an ability called Mirror World Copy. Is there also a world inside the mirror?" "I really don't know." The mirror said respectfully: "I am crazy, I am not lying to you!" It paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "However, I seem to have some impression of it. I know about mirror world replication." Chen Xiang stared into the mirror: "I am listening." The mirror trembled slightly, and then stood up on its own: "I am a mirror. Everything has a mirror side, and I seem to be in charge of the world in the mirror." Chen Xiang was thoughtful: "so what?" The mirror said honestly: "So, everything that exists in reality should have a corresponding object in the mirror. This, perhaps, is a copy?" As he spoke, the cracks on the mirror swayed slightly, and it was so deep that it seemed as if a whole world was conceived within it. "Come back and try in the evening."
Chen Xiang stroked the mirror: "If it really works" He looked at the wooden box and the relics, his eyes flickering: “That’s one less thing to worry about.” After saying that, Chen Xiang put the wooden box and monocle into the secret compartment, put the mirror and cane in the corner, and slowly walked out of the secret room. “There’s a lot to do today.” He walked to the living room, talking to himself, and turned on the TV as usual. "Eight Rings News!" The red-haired host still had an exaggerated expression and danced with joy: "Today, the top news, the real top news!" "Our famous Wu's Manor has had a biochemical leak. According to official reports, the manor's owner, Wu Jinlu, died in it. Now the entire manor has been sealed off." "Who is Wu Jinlu? I don't need to explain it to you!" "This time, the sky of our Eighth Ring has truly changed!" "All in all, today is going to be another great day." "Good morning, and welcome to the Great City!" Chen Xiang smiled, didn't turn off the TV, and was too lazy to move the wardrobe and refrigerator that were blocking the door. He just jumped out of the window. "Good morning, Great City." Smelling the peculiar sour smell in the alley, Chen Xiang stretched lazily. "Today is another good day." (End of this chapter)
