I founded Tantric Buddhism in London - #404 - Chapter 404 The Curse of Delayed Breathing

Wait, is that really a woman?

Or is it a man?

How many snakes are wrapped around the other party’s body? What kind of snakes are they?

The harder Mary tried to recall, the memories became more and more blurred. In the end, she couldn’t even remember. Did she really see a figure coming out of the vortex in the void at that time?

Or was it actually just a snake shadow? A shadow of a lion? A shadow of a wolf?

Mary could no longer recall the specific scene… She even began to wonder if it was just a hallucination before she fell into coma.

She even put this scene in her mind that she shouldn’t have missed within a few seconds, and began to search in her mind for the reason why she was injured and lost her moth form.

Unfortunately, Mary racked her brains and found nothing. She just remembered that in the last moment before losing consciousness, she gradually rose to the sky.

The flaming lion was rushing towards Shanxin Mountain, and the scorching blood was deeply engraved in her mind.

Mr. Watson, on the other hand, slowly picked up the weapon box and walked toward the edge of the mountain.

“Judging from the confident look on Mr. Watson’s face at that time, he should have mastered a secret weapon to deal with the ancient lion…probably a real lion hunting weapon.”

“Then he must have successfully delayed the ancient lion… and we have successfully entered the tomb of the Shadowless Kings?”

“Is this desert in front of me the final resting place of the Shadowless Kings?”

Mary began to carefully observe the desert in front of her. Everywhere she looked, there were the remains of various monsters.

The humanoid skeleton was as huge as a titan in mythology, but it had a ferocious head like a beast. The ribs alone were almost as thick as an adult’s arm, and the bones were covered with broken bronze armor.

The giant snake bone, the lower half of which has sunk into the sand, looks like the outer frame of a pale white train. It can even directly serve as the keel of some medium-sized ships.

A twisted and deformed skeleton, blooming like a flower with multiple arm bones, multiple leg bones, and multiple skulls. However, these limbs are connected to an abnormal pale flower stem bone. It is difficult to tell whether this skeleton was born during life. This terrifying appearance was probably just spliced ​​together after death.

besides…………

If these strange skeletons on the ground were exposed to the waking world, they would definitely overturn the “Origin of Species” that shocked the entire academic and religious circles twenty years ago, and overturn the so-called theory of evolution by biological selection.

The natural environment is only an extremely subtle factor that affects the process of biological evolution.

What truly determines the birth and death of species, reproduction and extinction…are the gods hidden under the curtain of history.

Mary tightened the cloak hanging on her body. This cloak that came from nowhere was full of wrinkles that were difficult to smooth out, like the wrinkles of old age, but it also looked unusually tough and thick, and felt as smooth as a virgin’s delicacy. skin.

She looked around, but couldn’t find any trace of Watson, and not even a single footprint was left in the sand.

“This cloak should have been left for me by Watson.”

“According to the contract, Watson should do his best to protect my safety…but where is he now?”

Mary tapped her toes, and a vague wave quietly spread from her heart to the earth, shooting out in all directions.

Soon, there was an unnatural heartbeat that sometimes slowed down and sometimes stopped, which was reflected in the female dancer’s telepathic perception range.

Mary climbed over the small sand dune in front of her and caught a glimpse of the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

Unlike her naked body, her back was wearing a full-coverage plate armor that was completely black and matte. Each piece of thick armor was as big as a palm and slightly convex. The round helmet seemed to be custom-made to perfectly fit the shape of the skull.

At first glance, I felt that the opponent’s armor fit perfectly, as if it was made by pouring hot molten iron directly on the owner’s back.

As the moth phase disappeared, Mary’s five senses also became dull, so she was unable to discover that those slightly convex armor plates were undulating slightly with the breathing rhythm of the armor owner!

On the sand in front of what appeared to be Mr. Watson’s back, there were disintegration cracks one foot wide and several feet deep, as if some giant ferocious beast was waving its claws at the earth, scarring the earth. .

The sand between the scars on the earth is mixed with some kind of bone-like paleness, as if some bones that have been broken into powder are mixed with the yellow sand.

On this pile of yellow and white sand, there are still some dead bones that have not been completely broken. Judging from the remaining parts of the bone fragments, they are far larger than the size of a mortal skeleton.

The incomplete bones still glowed with a cold light, as if they were made of some kind of pale white metal. Even after two thousand years of wind and sand corrosion, they were still as tough as ever, as new as new weapons.

Mary narrowed her eyes slightly. To her, the pile of yellow and white sand in front of Mr. Watson shone like crushed metal or gems.

The afterglow of the bloody sunset reflected on the pile of sand and dust, as if shining on an irregular mirror. When reflected into her eyes, it was as sharp as countless small knives.

Mary could even sense the power of the heart that had not completely dissipated inside these broken bones.

She thought in her mind:

“Strange… why are only the broken bones in front of Mr. Watson still slightly active, while the other scattered monster bones have completely lost their strength?”

“Are those the guards left by General Golden to guard the tomb?”

“During the time I was unconscious, Mr. Watson had already eliminated all the guards guarding the royal mausoleum?”

Mary slightly side-glanced at the back that looked a little thin even in armor. For some reason, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility in her heart.

It seemed that as long as the trustworthy Mr. Watson was present, all the questions would not be asked… Wait, something is wrong!!!

“Why do I suddenly trust Mr. Watson so much?”

“He and I have always been partners who use each other, why do I suddenly feel as if I am very familiar with Mr. Watson at this moment…As if we have experienced countless battles side by side, and our relationship is so close that we know everything and talk about everything, as if he is the person in the world who knows me best except myself…”

Mary frowned slightly. She could sense that her current mental state was very wrong…Could it be that Mr. Watson took advantage of my coma to quietly perform the secret art of the heart to sneak into my mind and subtly tamper with my cognition!!!

“Why do I subconsciously call him Mr. Watson?!”

“Something is wrong, it must be wrong…Calm down, you must calm down!” Mary roared in her heart: “My goal is to snatch the vacant seat of the immortal! How can I be obsessed with these young people’s love?!”

“Could it be…” She suddenly thought of a possibility and murmured in her heart: “Could this be the power of the so-called destined love???”

“Wo, John Watson really also noticed the destined love between me and him?”

“But such a rare opportunity to use the secret art of the heart to tamper with my thinking, he actually just used it to implant a trace of emotion?! Instead of using-“

“Is he such a simple person… Or is it because of the non-harming constraints of the contract, so he can only use this method to corrode my heart gently?”

“Under the power of the contract, John Watson must do his best to assist I completed the dance of my fate and escorted me back to London … Then, the disappearance of my moth should actually have nothing to do with Johnson Watson? ” Being able to successfully complete the dance of that song and usher in the fifth transformation … At that time, I will get the power of transcendence, even the ancient lion, it is difficult to match me at that time. Mary, who was in a slim, suddenly felt itchy in her throat, and her throat seemed to become narrow and twisted for a moment. Burning pain. Invisible flames raged and collided in the lungs, which seemed like a burning wooden house, gradually shattered under the crackling fire, and the walls fell off piece by piece. The guests who had finally passed through the rugged throat had not had time to stand firm before they had already flowed out along the cracks in the wall.

“Cough cough – what is going on? Is it the remaining power of the ancient lion?!”

“Cough! Cough cough – no, cough cough!”

Mary coughed violently continuously and coughed up a mouthful of blood, “Cough – this, this is the delayed breath curse!”