Chapter 85

The garden filled with carnivorous plants and tombstones was filled with laughter and joy. The more lively it was, the more deserted the secret passage on the other side seemed.

Wannian carefully held onto the uneven wall, occasionally lowering his head to avoid the bats running around, and slowly walked down the dark passage.

It's no secret that there's a secret passage in Count Custer's study. Every castle, or any larger house, has its own unique setting.

What is worth exploring is where this secret passage leads to.

The previous argument with Mephistopheles... well, let's call it an argument. After being interrupted by the Siren King and the baby, both of them lost interest, whether it was arguing or anything else.

Since Qian Xing came to find them, it means that Li Jue’s party is almost ready and can start at any time.

Wannian hadn't forgotten the most important thing today. He took a deep breath and said, "Go quickly."

The little devil asked doubtfully, "You're not going?"

Wannian shook his head: "I... just say that I feel a little uncomfortable. Zizi will understand me."

Everyone should be happy at the pampered little baby's birthday party, but he can't even muster a smile now. It's better not to show up and spoil the fun for others.

Mephistopheles didn't believe it: "Where are you feeling unwell? I didn't feel anything just now."

Wannian smiled coldly: "Is it uncomfortable just seeing you? Is that enough?"

Mephistopheles looked at him, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

This is rare, but it did make Wannian feel relieved.

After the little devil left, he slumped dejectedly in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, but he couldn't drive away the tangible black fog that wrapped around his body.

Not sure at which angle the chair turned, the mechanism was suddenly triggered, and he watched helplessly as the heavy solid wooden table, which had been occupied by various vines, split into two halves, revealing a staircase inside.

Xu Jiahang's castle was built according to his ideas, but after returning it to Mephistopheles, all its functions were adjusted for him.

In other words, if there is still a secret passage in the study now, it is the devil of hell, not what Count Custer needs.

Wannian, as a small boss "carried" by the big boss in this world, was unaware of such a structure.

In other words, whatever was here was hidden from him by Mephistopheles.

He remembered what the masked man had said, something about "Easter", "sacrifice", and "sacrifice"...

Could the secret passage lead to the answer to these words?

Thinking of this, he walked in.

At first there were long periods of darkness, and he had to use the pocket flashlight in his pocket; he had brought it from the pirate ship.

This is the bad thing about being human. We don’t have any special abilities and can only rely on external forces.

When he stopped in front of a wall, disappointment gripped his stomach. Could this seemingly secret passage actually be just an unfinished project?

Just as he was wondering whether to go back, he heard a heart-sinking sound from behind - the desk actually closed.

What's worse is that the flashlight, which had not had its batteries replaced for a long time, also ran out of life.

In other words, he was trapped in a claustrophobic space with no exit at either end.

People can't be so unlucky. If they just close their eyes for a thousand years, there must be another way.

A thin ray of light appeared before his eyes, appearing quite dazzling in the dim space.

Wannian covered his eyes with his palms, and it took a while for his eyes to adjust before he opened them, only to find that it was actually a mirror.

He was sure he hadn't seen it when he came down just now. It had appeared out of nowhere; it was probably a chain reaction triggered by the closing of the desk.

It's definitely not an ordinary mirror.

Well, of course not, because it flew in front of him.

Wannian: “.”

Although it looked like a mirror, it did not reflect his appearance.

Wannian poked its smooth surface and muttered to himself, "Does it require some verification... You're a lock? Then what's the key?"

As if in response to his guess, the mirror shook happily.

Then, a line of fluorescent words appeared on the mirror.

That is not a human language at all. It may be some ancient devil language or something like that. It looks like ghost paintings.

Wannian originally thought that it was impossible for him to understand what was written on it, but after he looked at it a few more times, he actually understood it.

...When did I master this foreign language?

"Mirror, mirror, please tell me..."

He read along with the words above, and then felt a little funny. He was not as old as Li Jue, so why was he still talking to the mirror?

Even though I was complaining in my heart, I still continued reading obediently.

"Who is the person that Mephistopheles loves most in the world?"

After reading it for ten thousand years, I just want to hold my forehead.

What on earth was that little bastard thinking when he set such an embarrassing password!

The magic mirror seemed to have not seen anyone for a long time. When Wannian spoke, it was extremely excited, and even the words on the mirror were shaking.

Not only do you have to read it, you also have to repeat it three times in its entirety.

Three times!

Anyway, there was no one else around, and my image in front of the baby had already collapsed, so I accepted my fate and read it three times obediently.

When the last time came, as the words "my most beloved" fell, a face suddenly appeared on the mirror that had been without any reflection.

Wannian looked at the person in the mirror and found him very familiar.

Because that was his own face.

The magic mirror centered around his face, distortedly displaying another line of words: "Welcome back, Master Tan Ning! Welcome back, Master Tan Ning! Welcome back, Master Tan Ning!"

Why do important things always have to be repeated three times?

Wannian really wanted to sigh.

Why is it Tan Ning again? He was already getting tired of this archangel whom he had never met before.

Who would be willing to be treated as someone else by the whole world?

Well, if, he meant if, he was really Tan Ning's reincarnation, so what?

He has no memory of being an archangel, nor does he have any abilities of the angelic race.

If a person loses all his memories, will he still be the same person he used to be?

It's not difficult to understand Mephistopheles. If you put yourself in his shoes, and wait for thousands of years for someone who has done you a great favor, and finally meet him again, then you will never let him go. This time you must hold on to him and keep him by your side.

But if the person who is bound is himself, then Wannian will not want to understand him.

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

From the moment his login password was correct, the mirror grew larger and larger, and the light became brighter and brighter, until it could completely submerge him.

There is no choice but to step resolutely into that dazzling light.

*

In the garden.

The blowing out of candles is the most anticipated part of the birthday party. It is not only a necessary part of the birthday, but more importantly, these monsters have never eaten birthday cakes before, and blowing out candles is a sign that they can eat them.

However, Li Jue stopped.

"You can't blow!" The little cub's eyes widened, "I haven't made a wish yet!"

The boss and the NPCs looked at each other.

Make a wish? Is there even a step like that?

They are not human. Even if someone was a human a long time ago, their memory would have to be cleared before they could be assigned a position after entering the infinite space. They would have forgotten what it felt like to be a human eight hundred generations ago. Having birthday parties, giving gifts, and blowing out candles are all things they learn at the last minute, and they still rely mainly on the thousands of years of teaching by humans.

Speaking of which...

Li Jue turned his head and looked left and right: "Where's Uncle Wanwan?"

As Zizi asked the question, everyone looked at Mephisto in unison.

The young man choked: "Why are you all looking at me?"

Finks was glad to find an opportunity to tease him: "That's because you two are so close and inseparable."

Mephistopheles rolled his eyes: "Not as good as you and Brother Qian Xing."

The vein on Huang Jinlong's forehead jumped: "You kid, are you asking for a beating?"

The little devil pouted and said to the Sea Monster King coquettishly, "Brother Qian Xing, look at him!"

The Siren King turned his head away, refusing to participate in their childish and meaningless war, and did not want to be a mediator.

The little angel flapped his wings and flew down from Miaoling. After training his wings hard for a while, his flying skills had improved compared to before.

He didn't land on the ground, but hung in the air, flying around his three brothers several times, begging, "I want Uncle Wanwan to be here too."

The time he spent with Wannian was among the longest among all the parents. Just the fact that he could drop the fragments of the sub-world "core" that he needed from the latter showed that even as a small boss, Wannian's status was very important.

Finks and Qianxing were of course clueless about Wannian's whereabouts. Mephisto sighed and curled up the cub's demonic tail, which was identical to his own, in his hand. "I could have sensed him, but he was mad at me and closed the passage, so I don't know where he is anymore."

Li Jue accurately grasped the key words: "Angry? Did Brother Meimei make uncle unhappy?"

"...I guess so." The boy muttered, "It's not my fault though."

"Then go find your uncle!" the child volunteered. "Brother and uncle should make peace and stop quarreling."

"Okay." Mephisto said, "Since the baby has said so."

For various reasons, the adults did not join the children's treasure hunt (referring to Wannian).

Li Jue took Ling Xi and Miao Ling and set off.

Although Miaoling cannot find Wannian as accurately as she can locate Mephistopheles, she has long been familiar with the latter and is very familiar with Wannian's smell. At the same time, she can also distinguish another scent belonging to her master from humans.

The Soul Devouring Beast communicated with the little angel Meow Meow Mimi for a while, understood Li Jue's intention, and ran to the Earl's study with his cubs on his back.

It had no intention of walking up the stairs properly. After sharpening its claws, it jumped up and climbed up the outer wall in two steps, three steps at a time, to the open window.

The angle was completely vertical, but Li Jue and Ling Xi each had their own way to ensure that they would not fall.

None of the man-eating vines growing on the castle walls dared to stop the soul-devouring beast. They lowered their heads and bent their bodies to create a clear path.

Soon, the figures of the two cubs and the beast disappeared from the small window.

Mephistopheles watched them from a distance without saying a word.

Behind him, the party had ended, but the tall cake tower was still bright. Without external interference, the candles would not be extinguished by the wind.

If a secret must be discovered, then perhaps the best way to reveal it is to let the baby's little hands guide it.