"The previous paradox corresponds to [Twin Demons]. The difference machine seems to want me to personally sacrifice the soul with the 'twin' trait to achieve the effect of reverse twins. Since this is a cemetery, so to speak, this time There is a high probability that it should be [Undead]?"
Jenkins called out the ability light and glanced at it. The [Twin Demon], [Ice], and [Astral Perception] that had been used once were indeed in an unusable state. Just like the previous analysis, the nine treacherous realms constitute a larger treacherous realm, so each ability can only be used once before leaving the tower completely.
Picking up those metal cocoons and backpacks, he wanted to get close to the bonfire, but stopped, reached into his pocket and touched, and actually found something new.
Every time Jenkins experiences a strange situation, he will definitely get a new [Gift] after he comes out. Although I don't know why this rule appeared, it is actually useful here.
What he took out from his pocket was a red gemstone coin, the thickness and size of which were actually the same as the crime coin. The obverse of the coin, which Jenkins considered, looked like the emblem [Twin Devils], while the reverse showed the appearance of a sea of stars on the surface of a small gemstone.
"What's the meaning?"
Infuse the Spirit into this gift and get no response. It's just that now is not a good time to study this thing, so Jenkins can only take it back into his spirit temporarily, and then walk towards the faint blue bonfire with the thing in his hand.
Not only is the color of the flame different, but even the burning material is not wood, but some human bones. Jenkins was sure that it was a human bone, after all, he had learned a lot in a year.
The place where the bonfire was located was one of the few open spaces in the cemetery, and looking around, on the edge of the faint blue light, there were densely packed tombstones of different sizes and shapes. Surely no one had planned for this cemetery, otherwise this would never have happened.
The fertile black soil is not barren of grass. Except for the withered and yellow plants that Jenkins saw just now, there seem to be some strangely shaped bushes on the edge of the field of vision.
Even with the [Dark Vision] provided by Wang Hun, Jenkins couldn't tell what was going on in those bushes. They look like horrible corpses that have been shaped and nailed to the ground, but [Seedlings of the World Tree] can't be wrong about the perception of plants, those are indeed genuinely infected with the spirit of death plant.
The host of the paradox is sitting next to the burning bone bonfire. It is a humanoid creature in a robe, maintaining a sitting posture. Keep your legs together, head down, and wrap your arms around your legs.
The brown linen robe was full of tiny holes here and there, as if scraped by bushes. The edge of the cuffs and hem of the robe stretched in an exaggerated way. Obviously, the person who made this garment was definitely not a qualified weaver.
Hearing Jenkins' footsteps, the owner of the robe looked up. What Jenkins saw was a skeleton, just the face of a skeleton, half withered yellow bones and half brass-colored mechanical gears.
The two are not distinct, but a state of me in you and you in me. The robe covered the rest of the body, and although Jenkins couldn't see it, he could guess that the body was probably in the same state.
Perhaps the original host of the Paradiseland was a complete undead, and it became like this after being invaded by the power of the difference machine.
It looked at Jenkins, and in the two eye sockets of the skull was the faint blue soul fire. But the color of the flame was far less pure than the bonfire made of burning bones in front of it. There was an orange-red component in the flames in the eye sockets, which probably had something to do with the power of the Difference Engine.
Beside the bonfire, besides the sitting metal skeleton, was an obsidian stone table with a table top at Jenkins' waist height. The stone table and the skeleton, right in the middle of the campfire. Compared with the weird metal skull, the four-legged obsidian stone table looked normal.
Jenkins found a relatively clean place to sit down, put a metal cocoon under his buttocks, pressed one against his backpack, and held the last one in his hand to cut it off. The cocoons are so light and strong that Jenkins is considering making them into something like body armor.
The flames scorched the bones, and there was also a crackling sound. But in addition, the sound of human wailing can also be heard. Jenkins blinked his eyes and looked at the burning bones. In the blue flames, there were clusters of ferocious souls howling.
The man in the cloak didn't speak, but raised his right hand, stretching out a slender index finger phalanx with a mixture of brass and burnt yellow. With the shaking of the fingers, a line of letters made of blue flames appeared in the air:
[The fire has gradually extinguished]
Jenkins jerked his head up, but what he said was not what he thought:
[Go find some firewood.]
"Can I leave if I find firewood?"
he asked.
The skull nodded, and with the shaking of the finger bones, more letters appeared in one piece:
[The door is in the darkness around us, but it can only appear if it is illuminated by this cluster of flames. Don't try to move the flame, you can only keep making the flame burn more intensely, allowing the flame to cover a larger area.]
Now the area covered by the bone bonfire is only this open space, and the group of tombstones around it can't touch the light at all.
"Well, where can I get firewood?"
[In the land.]
"I'm going to dig up the bones?"
[Yes, dig up the corpse, remove enough bones on this table, and burn the bones to make the flames more intense. Of course, you can also choose to burn your own bones, this fire is not "picky eaters".]
Jenkins thought about it, but he didn't use [Read and Write] or [World Tree Seedling] to create a human bone. Apparently the bones are just appearances, and what is really burned is the soul attached to the bones. His eyes could clearly see the truth of the fire, and even if he couldn't see it, he didn't think that simple bones could ignite such a strange flame.
After waiting for a while, seeing that the skeleton in the robe had no further prompts, Jenkins temporarily put down the metal cocoon in his hand, and prepared to walk into the darkness with his backpack. But he stopped after walking a few steps, turned around and asked:
"What will happen if I don't find enough firewood for a long time?"
The phalanx lifted and shook a few times:
[The flames are extinguished, and everything returns to darkness.]
The soil here is moist enough that it is easy to dig the ground even with your hands. But Jenkins didn't do it right away, but was going to check some of those tombstones first.
The tombstones stand crookedly in clusters, without any pattern to be found, and no two are the same in style, some are made of gray stone, and a few are made of wooden crosses. There are written descriptions on each of them, but because most of the tombstones are severely weathered on the surface, and some are only half left, it is very difficult to identify them.
But Jenkins can at least be sure that all the words that appear on the tombstone are modern common languages. He can judge the age of the tombstone based on the writing method and grammatical characteristics of the letters, and the oldest one is only more than a hundred years old.
He didn't dare to step farther away from the bonfire, so he simply checked the circle around the edge of the open space. After confirming that there were no more clues, he pulled out the wooden tombstone closest to him, intending to use it as a shovel to dig the soil.
But unexpectedly, as the crooked tombstone of the cross inserted in the soil was "uprooted", a rotten human hand followed closely behind the original position of the tombstone.
Jenkins backed away instantly, then watched the other hand stick out of the dirt as well. Both hands pressed hard on the soil surface at the same time, and then, the rotten human head finally pushed through the mud layer and protruded from the ground.
It didn't let its whole body get out of the mud, but kept its hands and head sticking out, staring straight at the tombstone in Jenkins' hand.
The wooden tombstone in my hand is even more difficult to preserve. There is almost no useful information on it. It can only be seen that the owner of the tombstone died in 1853. If the time is correct, then it is 13 years before the current time of the material world in 1866. .
"If you want this, I can give it back to you."
Jenkins shook the large crucifix he was holding in one hand.
"No, this is not mine. I want meat."
"Meat?"
"There's a lot of meat down there. Help me find the corpse and remove the meat from that stone table. If you've found enough, I'll tell you where the door is."
He raised his eyebrows immediately, and tiptoed to look at the cloaked man who was still sitting by the campfire:
"There is another person over there who wants a bone, and he can help me find the door to leave, so can you tell me, what is your relationship?"
While talking, he approached the head, his eyes blinked again and looked down at the hands and the head. Sure enough, there are traces of the body below, proving that the other party does not only have hands and head, but the black aura reaction seems to have nothing to do with metal. In other words, this rotten human head may not have been affected by the power of the difference engine.
There are two ways to leave a strange place, and it is also possible. And now there are not necessarily two ways to leave, maybe choosing who to help is part of the rules of this paradox.
"We are competing, there is meat, there is no bone; there is bone, there is no meat. One person, there can only be one. We can't do it ourselves, this is the rule."
The human head explained with difficulty that his voice was extremely hoarse, and his common language was not very standard, like a person with a big tongue trying to practice tongue twisters.
"So, you all actually want souls?"
This is what Jenkins understands.
"It can be said like this."
So he got it right.