The materialization of SAN value is not a good thing.
Tang thought.
This means that what will happen next will greatly affect his mental state. He must use the materialized SAN value to let him self-evaluate his own state and ensure safety.
This cannot be replaced by reading with a puppet, because this influence will be transmitted to him synchronously through reading. Whether he reads or the puppet reads, the result is no different.
"Perhaps, let the puppet equipped with the 'bionic puppet' module do this? After installing the module, cut off the control of the spirit line?"
He made sure that his mosaic glasses were worn very steadily and would not fall off 'suddenly' or 'coincidentally', but he still let go of the hand holding the edge of the Book of the Dead, crossed his hands on the table, and stared at the book in front of him silently.
'Host…'
"It's normal to be afraid of the unknown." Tang said calmly, "After all, what clean thing would be called the Book of the Dead?"
"Just next time, don't dig out something that even you are afraid of from your main system and give it to me…" This is really life-threatening, you know?
'…Or, let's study it later? '
"Amon may come to visit soon, so there is no time."
Tang shook his head, raised his hand again, and pressed on the edge of the Book of the Dead.
"A demigod-level puppet may be useless after using one, and a low-level puppet may die after seeing it… Since the Wilderness of Knowledge can give this thing, there will definitely be danger, but it will never let me die directly."
Unless the Wilderness of Knowledge is completely crazy, it would not give him something that can kill him at this time.
Of course, the demigod of the fortune-teller path would never perform unprepared performances. He would not do such a thing without keeping some tricks.
Let the war bishop take his place in the Euclidean space, and use the strong interference of the Euclidean space to prepare for the replacement of the secret puppet at any time. Tang took out a yesterday reappearance spell made by the theater, and Tang instructed, "If there is a problem, you control my body to directly use yesterday's reappearance and ask for help from my future self."
'Okay...'
Tang inserted his fingers into the book, and the pages inside felt normal. He was slightly moved and turned directly to the page where his fingers turned, without looking at the possible prologue or table of contents in front.
Just...
"Sure enough."
Tang propped up his glasses, and all the words, pictures and pages he saw were full of mosaics. In this case, he could not see anything.
The mosaic glasses for observing stars will isolate all mental pollution that is higher than his tolerance value, and the wearer will not suffer from the mental shock of mythical creatures, mental pollution, and invisible things through "seeing".
Tang flipped through the "Book of the Dead", and every page was mosaic, and he fell silent again.
Helpless, he could only take off his glasses.
"Really, there is no room for operation at all."
'...' It seems that, host, it seems that it is normal not to give room for operation...
Tick...
Tick, tick...
When Tang took off his glasses and looked at the "Book of the Dead" in front of him, a foul-smelling liquid seemed to fall from the ceiling, dripping onto his hand.
It's a bit cold.
The cool water made people shudder. Tang subconsciously looked up, but found that the ceiling had changed.
His pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked around. The layout of the principal's office disappeared, and there was a room that looked a bit old.
He stood up suddenly, and at this time he found that he was standing. The sealed windows were frosted, and he couldn't see the scenery outside. He could only vaguely see that it was a sunny day.
And this is a modern-style room, unlike the style of any era in this world.
Squeak, squeak.
The wooden rocking chair was shaking not far away, as if there was a person sitting there, but just happened to leave there, and no one knew where to go.
Tick...
Tang retracted his gaze around, and a drop of water fell from the ceiling again. He looked up again. There was a place where a strange-smelling liquid was oozing out, and drops fell from the ceiling.
'SAN value: 86. '
It's a bit cold.
Tang couldn't sense his secret puppet anymore. The system's voice rang in his ears, but Tang called the system, but there was no response.
Only the cold SAN value swayed in front of him.
"Huh, calm down, calm down, how can a trickster be scared by weirdness..."
Tang was not an avid Cthulhu mythology enthusiast in his previous life. He didn't have a very detailed understanding of Cthulhu mythology. He only heard of the names of more famous ancient gods such as Cthulhu and Yog-Sothoth, and didn't know much about the Book of the Dead.
But the reduction of SAN value means that something is affecting his own mental thinking.
Mental pollution? Or crazy knowledge? Did he enter the world of the book because he saw the content in the book?
With a snap, Tang snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire ignited the wooden chair not far away. The warm firelight made the room slightly warmer. This is the extraordinary ability of a magician.
"I can't contact the system, so many of my magical items are useless, but I can still use my extraordinary abilities."
The possibility of a spirit wandering is the greatest.
At this time, a low roar of some kind of mechanical rotation came from above my head.
And, dong dong dong, someone was knocking on the floor with something.
It was as if someone upstairs noticed him and warned him by knocking on the floor.
Tang raised his head and his eyes darkened. He let the flames continue to burn, thinking that it didn't matter even if the whole house was set on fire, so he turned the door of the room and looked out.
The house in sight was a bit old, built with reddish-brown sandstone, decorated with marble and some wood. It was not new, but it was very cold.
Very cold...
'SAN value: 82. '
"It dropped two points again."
The concept of 'cold' is problematic, a cult sacrifice? Some kind of ritual?
Before the SAN value drops below 80, Tang decided to make a quick decision. Walking up the stairs, he felt the coldness in the air more and more. This was not just physical coldness, it was like something in the air attached to the body surface, as if it could freeze even the soul.
He subconsciously wanted to enter the Euclidean space to observe, but failed.
Tang's footsteps paused slightly, but he still walked forward.
They were all Sequence 4 Tricksters, and they couldn't shrink back when their retreat was blocked.
Up one floor, they saw a closed door.
This was above the room he had just been in. The cold air inside the door continued to turn into white mist and spread outward. Tang stretched out his hand, and there was a flash of fire in his hand.
The spiritual intuition of the Trickster was very sharp. The occupant of this room seemed to be afraid of fire?
He turned the door and it opened with a click.
The cold air that came with a disgusting stench instantly blew away the flame lit by the strange magician.
But in the next second, the cold air also disappeared quickly. The fire that Tang lit was extremely destructive, even beyond his own expectations.
The rising temperature replaced the coldness. In front of a bench, a figure with slightly bent legs, who had just stood up from the ground, looked at him blankly.
Tang looked at the figure and was stunned.
The next moment, the figure let out a terrifying wail.
His body was melting, and his flesh and blood turned into one after another of mucus at a temperature that was not too hot. His internal organs, skin, facial features, everything melted quickly when the door opened, the cold air disappeared, and the firelight appeared.
He wailed and reached out to Tang, but Tang's body was stiff. There was a lot of knowledge in his mind.
'SAN value: 42. '
Instantly, Tang's brain seemed to be stirred by something, and flesh buds began to emerge on his body. Transparent worms seemed to be ready to break free of his body at any time and cause his body to collapse.
He did not hesitate, "Flame jump!"
Tang immediately appeared in the burning room below.
But the knowledge that kept surging in his mind was not interrupted. Just like facing mythical creatures, interpreting the forms of mythical creatures, and the mystical symbols on their bodies, Tang's mind was filled with strange knowledge.
That was magic that could freeze people, allowing the will, nervous system, and well-preserved body to continue functioning after the organs stopped working.
It was another kind of immortality.
The crazy knowledge gathered, Tang couldn't help retching, the rotten smell in the air made him want to escape immediately, but his body was like falling into an ice cellar, uncontrollably shivering, shivering...
It was like he was about to be frozen.
When he realized that he had returned to the real world again, his face, eyebrows, and clothes were all stained with a thin layer of ice, like a snowman that had just crawled out of the freezer.
The stench of the melted corpse seemed to still cling to his nasal cavity. Tang couldn't help but want to retch again, but under the control of the clown, his face twitched, and he finally held back and didn't spit on the ground.
"The magic that makes the dead continue to live..."
The crazy knowledge in his head was subconsciously driven to the deepest part of his memory. The things he interpreted made Tang lean back on the high-back chair, and the chirping of the system became a little distant.
"Shut up first."
'Oh, okay, host, you took a total of fifteen minutes, treat your mental state as soon as possible. '
The auditory and visual hallucinations in his mind were gradually reduced, and the feeling of cold was gradually fading, and the SAN value stabilized at 39.
'SAN value is higher than 20, and lower than 60 is a moderate SAN value drop state. A lot of auditory and visual hallucinations will occur, and schizophrenia will become serious. Immediate psychological intervention and long-term mental treatment are required. '
Tang immediately called Gilbert, a Sequence 6 hypnotist, for psychological intervention and treatment.
SAN value began to rise, very slowly, but finally stabilized its own state.
Tang rubbed his eyebrows, a little tired, "I will give you the Sun Scepter and borrow the extraordinary ability of the manipulator. Can it be cured immediately?"
Gilbert: "...You are embarrassing me."
The hypnotist's face fell, "The loss of control of the extraordinary is itself a very complicated problem, including the spiritual level, the physical level and many other aspects. Even if I am a Sequence 4 extraordinary person now, I can't say that I can immediately make other extraordinary people's state completely normal."
"...You mean, Sequence 3 can?"
Gilbert:?
Is this how you do reading comprehension?
He coughed twice, "In short, don't read that book recently. Your mental state is just not good for long. Continuous loss of control will make you involuntarily go to destruction... This is my sincere advice."
Don't commit suicide.
Tang rubbed his eyebrows again and nodded.
Gilbert retreated, and the Book of the Dead had been stuffed back into the deepest part of the system warehouse.
Tang looked at the system interface, where a new module had appeared at some point.
'Mythical Skills'
"..." For a moment, I didn't know where to start complaining.
Tang leaned back in the high-back chair. Although his SAN value was stable, his mental state was worse than before he went to sleep.
Fortunately, auditory and visual hallucinations were easy to solve, and schizophrenia was solved in advance after sleeping for a while. Now, after the timely intervention of the audience channel, even if the SAN value is low, it has not caused much impression.
Otherwise, his SAN value might have fallen below 20, entering the realm of madness.
"This thing is really too dangerous..." Tang muttered to himself.
'Host, why don't we give up...'
"How can I be the only one who appreciates this kind of thing?"
'? ? '
Tang looked at the newly opened 'Myth Skills' interface, which only had one skill.
'Cold'
'You ask me why I am afraid of encountering cold air currents, why I shiver more than others when entering a cold room, why I seem to show disgust and rejection when the night cold quietly seeps into the mild warmth of autumn? '
Because after the organs stop working, the will and nervous system, as well as the well-preserved body can continue to function under certain circumstances.
'Consume 10 SAN points. As long as your body is intact, you will keep your spirit intact in cold areas. Even if your body stops functioning, you will not really die!'
'Of course, once it's too hot, your body will melt like ice cream~'
A useless myth skill. He thought.
It would be better to find two new puppets with this skill.
Tang closed his eyes and closed the system interface.
"However, I can't appreciate good things by myself... System, can you memorize the Book of the Dead?"
'Probably, I shouldn't. '
"Go and try."
'Host…QAQ. '
'Go and try, it's very useful to me.'
'Oh…'
Tang closed his eyes and remained silent.
Soon after, he heard the voice of the system.
'Memorize, memorize, and then. '
Sure enough, the system comes from the wilderness of knowledge. Even if it is afraid of the crazy knowledge in the Book of the Dead, the system will not be harmed, because they are born from the same source.
Tang stood up, and his figure disappeared from the spot in a flash. When he appeared again, he was in a closed room.
There was no sunlight in the room. There was a single bed and a bathroom. There were few things and it was very clean.
The middle-aged man sitting on the bed in a daze opened his eyes and stared blankly at Tang who appeared here. Before he could move, the spirit line controlled him in place.
This is one of the people who was injected with magic potion and forced to Sequence 7.
Tang swung the other party's spirit line, but did not enter the last step to transform this Sequence 7 into his own secret puppet.
From the Book of the Dead Cold
(End of this chapter)