Blood Throne

Chapter 12 Spirit Possession

Fear?

Scared?

Unease?

These emotions did not linger in Ryan's heart. It was like an uninvited wind. After entering, it only made a turn and rushed out. It did not leave any trace and did not shake Ryan.

Emotions could not be eliminated but they could be controlled.

That night, Ryan was still cultivating.

He continued to breathe according to the mysterious breathing technique, with a strange rhythm. He meditated and thought the golden flame in the lamp which wrapped the Book of Gold.

Book of Gold's half-opened title page moved up and down rhythmically as he breathed. It was like a pair of wings, fluttering slowly.

The golden light flashed as if it were breathing.

Blood Sea!

Gradually, they entered the blood sea and were entangled by the scarlet light all over the sky, finding it difficult to get rid of.

It started again!

Ryan maintained his clarity. The golden flames wrapped around his thoughts. He was not affected by the foul aura of Blood Sea. He was like a light boat, traveling through storm and billow.

He was suddenly falling down and suddenly floating up. He had never been submerged.

Suddenly, there was a sound.

The rustling sound was like a drizzle falling from the night sky to kiss the ground.

What was that sound?

"Lord! Save me..."

Countless people shouted in Blood Sea.

The content was the same, filled with despair and sorrow.

There was pleading and hope for redemption.

A long time ago, when he was on Earth, he had personally witnessed the process of death of some people. Among those people, there were some devout believers. When the believers faced death and were immersed in endless pain, they would pray to the Lord they believed in, hoping for redemption. Even if there was no miracle and no way to escape death, when death truly came, they would become calm.

This cry was like this. That was a prayer.

Countless people were praying, filling Blood Sea, everywhere.

Ryan guarded his mind.

Last night, he was pulled into this Blood Sea. At that time, Book of Gold did not activate it, and he was unable to guard his mind. His consciousness was pulled over by a certain pleading voice, and he was pulled over by the other party. That was how he experienced it.

Directly facing death.

Fortunately, Book of Gold had activated it at the critical moment, pulling his consciousness out of the woman's body and returning to himself.

If they could not escape, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Things happened so quickly that he was caught off guard.

Everything was in a trance.

This time, it was different from last night.

Because Book of Gold had energy, he could control his consciousness, unlike last night.

He could make a choice.

Among the countless voices, one voice became louder and louder, and the content of the prayer became clearer.

In the end, only the voice remained.

"Lord, please, please save me..."

The desire to be saved was so strong and so eager. Ryan felt it.

With a thought, a ray of golden light shot out from the Book of Gold, piercing through Blood Sea and falling to a certain point.

Then, Ryan came into contact with consciousness.

The consciousness that was filled with sadness and pain gradually became scattered. It did not have much self-awareness. Only the voice that was asking for help kept repeating as if it was like a loop on a tape recorder.

However, this was a battery-operated recorder.

The battery was probably running low, and the cry for help became fragmented.

If no one responded to the cry for help, in the end, this consciousness would be devoured by the darkness and turned into nothingness.

In the golden light, the Book of Gold's title page slowly opened.

It seemed to respond to that cry for help.

There was a longing, which is the same longing Ryan had for the scripture in the priest's arms during the day in the cemetery. However, it was not as urgent as before. Ryan could still control this longing.

His will was strong enough.

He could refuse.

How to do it?

The unknown was the great enemy of humanity, the source of fear.

In the end, Ryan had a choice.

How can someone get a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den?

Franka Empire did not have this sentence, but there was also a similar proverb.

He knew too little about the Book of Gold. He did not know how to use it. The world was so dangerous. He still had unknown and powerful enemies. He had to be strong as soon as possible.

Since Book of Gold wanted to respond to this cry for help, it must be beneficial for him, so there was no harm in taking a little risk.

In the end, Ryan released his control over Book of Gold and turned into a ray of golden light that pierced through Blood Sea, flying towards the cry for help.

In a flash, the world changed.

Cold!

It was as if he was in an icehouse that had not melted for tens of thousands of years.

Heartbeats were barely audible and the heart was about to stop beating.

This was Ryan's feeling.

He was now sitting on a carved wooden chair. In front of him, there was a large walnut wooden desk with some documents on it. On the left side of the desk, there was an oil lamp. Inside the glass light shield, the light was dim.

Unlike last night, this time, Ryan's consciousness was not completely trapped.

Perhaps it was because the consciousness of the original owner of this body was about to collapse, and it was different from the woman from last night.

At that time, even if the woman was in extreme fear and kept praying for help, her consciousness still existed, and she still instinctively controlled her body.

Therefore, at that time, Ryan's consciousness was trapped in the woman's body as if he was tied up, unable to move.

Of course, it was also possible that Book of Gold lacked energy and he could escape.

Unlike now, because he had absorbed some energy during the day, he could now use it here.

The golden light shone slightly and filled his eyes.

Ryan could only move his eyeballs. It was somewhat difficult, but he could move.

This was a good room. The furniture was all walnut wood. On one side of the bookshelf, there were also many books. On the other side of the wall, there was an exquisite hanging bell with a gorgeous carving pattern on it.

This clock was worth one Gold Louis, which was more than 10,000 RMB.

From the looks of these, this should be the study of a wealthy family.

There was a mirror in the upper right corner of the desk. Ryan looked at the mirror.

In the mirror, there was a face full of wrinkles. His face was extremely pale. His white hair was sparse on both sides and was bald in the middle.

This was an old man.

He twisted his head slightly. It seemed that he was rusted. It was a very simple action, but it was very difficult to finish. Although he could control his body, it was like pushing a cart full of heavy things up the hill. It was not easy.

He noticed the red pine wood floor, where there was a medicine bottle. On the floor, white pills were scattered.

Some images flashed in his mind.

The old man suddenly had a heart attack and went to get the medicine bottle on the table. However, his hand trembled and he could not hold it. The medicine bottle fell and the pills scattered all over the ground. At this time, he did not have the strength to bend down. There was no way to pick up the pills. He could not even make a cry for help.

The old man could only sit on the chair and wait for death.

He was unwilling, and he hoped that God could save him.

Ryan heard his prayers.

His consciousness descended.