"Is this right here?" Qiong's sweet voice had an echo.
"That's right."
The light in the small chamber music hall is dim, and there are occasional footsteps of students passing by after class outside the door.
Fan Ning walked onto the stage. The layout here was similar to that of Hall 1. There were about a hundred auditoriums with a four-and-a-half-foot Boethius baby grand piano. Some music stands and seats were piled up to the stage.
One side.
There were several gas lamps on high places all around that were always on, shimmering through the colored green glass. Apart from the other lights, Fan Ning didn't know where the console was.
"Do you know where the cleaning tool storage room is?" Joan asked.
"Why are you asking this?" Fan Ning sounded a little confused.
However, he still stretched out his hand, "It's usually in the backstage room leading to the corridor. I'll take you to see it."
A few minutes later, under Qiong's command, Fan Ning brought a basin of water to the middle of the front row of the auditorium, with a rag on his shoulders.
"Thank you for your hard work." Qiong motioned to Fan Ning to pass the rag to her.
She bent down, reached out, picked up some water, and sprinkled it on the front edge of the stage. The height difference between the top and bottom of the stage was about more than half a meter.
Then he stepped onto the stage, squatted down and began to wipe it carefully with a rag.
"Are you here to do cleaning?"
"Although the concert hall is already a very clean place, it still needs to be cleaned as an altar later." Qiong, who was squatting on the stage, turned back and smiled at herself.
"Altar? Do you really know any secret rituals?" Fan Ning looked at Qiong with interest.
"Want to learn a secret ritual of retroactive revelation that is not difficult in occult science? I will demonstrate it to you." Qiong's laughter was gentle and proud.
Is he a bronze or a king? He won’t seek death, right?
If it were before, he might have advised and stopped him due to his cautious temperament, but now he is a knowledgeable person. If there is any danger of making a fuss, he should be able to detect and help.
"Let me wipe it for you." He suggested as a gentleman, took back the rag and squatted down.
"Lock the door first," Joan said.
"What if someone wants to come in?"
"I'm just afraid that someone will come in and interfere with the ceremony."
"Okay, then I'll lock it for now."
Then, Joan began to take out various things from her small satchel.
She placed a slightly larger combined candlestick at the far end of her body: "This symbolizes the object of my prayers."
Place a small single candlestick in front of yourself: "This symbolizes myself."
"The object of prayer? It won't be some strange witness, right?" Fan Ning was still a little worried in his heart.
He felt that his knowledge of occult science was too lacking, and he didn't know whether he should let Joan pray.
But she has lived to this age, so she should be fine, right?
"What is the name of the god you pray to?" Fan Ning asked in a curious tone.
"The name of the god of this Lord of Witness is 'Winter Wind'." Joan said.
"Do you know the word Lord of Witness?" Fan Ning was surprised.
"That's what the gods are called in some occult books, because they will witness the completion of our ceremony. It seems that you also know it?" Qiong lit the match, first lighting the four candles in the combined candlestick opposite, and then lighting the symbol of herself.
1.
"I heard Teacher Anton say it." Fan Ning looked at the movements in Qiong's hands, "By the way, why does the candlestick that symbolizes the Lord of Witness have four candles? But I have only one?"
"This is not fixed. The reason why I use 4 this time is because 4 in the occult spiritual number has the meaning of 'planning, surveying, measuring, classifying, recording', etc., which corresponds to the role of 'Winter Wind', the Lord of Witnesses, in memory and
Control over the passing of time.”
"However, the number of candles that symbolize oneself is usually one. In the occult spiritual number, 1 means 'beginning and initiative, singleness and isolation', and represents the aspect of one's own consciousness or will. One candle symbolizes the 'true self'
' or 'I am'."
You shouldn't be in bronze, at least gold. Fan Ning was dumbfounded when he heard this.
"Okay, I have to concentrate on setting up the secret ceremony. I may not have time to speak. If you don't understand something, ask me again later. I'll have a delicious meal and teach you for half an hour." Qiong smiled.
Fan Ning stood slightly sideways in Qiong's gaze, blinking for a long time, trying to imprint the surrounding scene in his mind, and then imagined three beams of light with no beginning and no end converging on his chest, turning into a pearl-like spherical star.
A pale golden light flashed in his eyes. Under the inspiration of the "candle", the sphere slowly expanded to form an inspiration "field", covering the surrounding things, and then his vision was covered with a dark golden layer.
, different things show heterogeneous types of light and shadow.
In this state, he began to observe Joan's movements.
She placed a dish of coarse salt, a bowl of water, two pieces of parchment, one large and one small, and a quill on the altar, as well as a copper penny wrapped in dark material.
Dip a quill in ink and draw three irregular arcs on the large parchment paper that are generally smooth but have curled ends. They are used as witness symbols for the Lord of Witness "Winter Wind". They are spread on the base of the altar and another piece of small parchment.
He wrote his name on the paper.
"A mixed mineral of sapphire, tektite and coarse salt."
Joan then took out blue and green crystal particles from the vial, piled them at three points, and finally sprinkled them with coarse salt to form a closed triangle.
"Um?"
At the moment when the curves merged, Fan Ning's gnosis indeed discovered that there were extremely weak heterogeneous colors in the altar: the coarse salt dish was the lavender "key" phase, the clear water bowl was the dark silver "barren" phase, and the
The coins wrapped in dark material showed a special light and shadow of gray and white stripes. He was not sure what phase this was.
Qiong placed the basin of water outside the altar, then took out a mirror and sunk it into the water.
"A dry powder mixture of alder, bay leaf, and deergloss."
Qiong took out a burning spoon riveted with a copper spoon, iron wire and a flame-retardant handle, moved the incense powder above the candle flame, and burned it to ashes.
The surroundings are filled with the scent of grass and woods and a mixture of traditional Chinese medicine similar to Fan Ning's previous life.
"This is frankincense essential oil." Joan flicked the liquid in the dropper into the first candle in the far candlestick.
"hiss--"
The mist is steaming, and the peculiar fragrance with the smell of resin wafts out, making people feel comfortable and lazy.
"We worship the 'winter wind', the god of loss at midnight, the god of sadness and decay."
Joan's sweet voice produced several groups of special syllables, with a rhythmic center of gravity that alternated between murmuring and decisiveness, and contained more affricates and side consonants.
"What language is this?" Fan Ning couldn't understand it at all, but he was very surprised: "This is not the ancient Hofmann language, nor is it like the Lange language in the Kingdom of Lydia, or the Ya language in the Kingdom of Holy Janus.
Nus language.”
He also thought about the languages he had heard among the Neleru or Tungus people on the border or in remote mountainous areas, which were not similar to each other.
Is this the third-history Tulungarian language? Teacher Anton is obsessed with studying ancient music and has studied many ancient languages. Fan Ning has occasionally heard about the general auditory characteristics of this language.
According to the academic definition of "dead language", the last human in the world who spoke Tulungarian as his mother tongue died more than 300 years ago in the New Era, which means that this language has been dead for 600 years.
Although current historians and linguists have made quite a lot of research results on its literal interpretation, a large number of pronunciations have been lost, except for a few scholars who study ancient books.
This little girl is not simple.
"The Lord of Frost, the Lord of Deliberation, the Lord of Mist. He will never speak. All the past that the world remembers will fade to pure white and tasteless. Only the revelation of silence hangs in the heart."
"Hiss--" The second drop of essential oil was evaporated.
“Those who gaze upon Him will capsize like a shipwreck into the sea; those who remember Him will bury His decrees until the severe winter comes; those who worship Him today should not serve Him the next day; those who worship Him tomorrow will never worship Him.
Joan chanted a prayer in Tulungarian rapidly and poured frankincense essential oil into each of the four candles.
The altar is filled with mist.
Then she picked up the silver key, rubbed it against the ashes of vegetation inside the burning key a few times, and then took it out.
Then he held the key and entered the lock, stretched out toward the outside, and made a medium-sized circle around the front half of the piano area on the stage and the front row of the audience seats.
Fan Ning's "gnosis" vaguely felt that the path traced by the key in Qiong's hand seemed to be paying attention to something.
"There are so many secrets in the secret history that no one knows. I only pray to get a glimpse of where I am pointing. Regarding Nora Carr's flashing past, it is based on restraint and obscuration. Even if inspiration is exhausted, it will not feel heavy."
Returning to the altar, after reciting the last Tulungarian prayer, she lit the parchment with her name on it, lit it on the candle that symbolized herself, and threw it into the dish of coarse salt.
When the paper was about to burn out, she stretched out a white finger, made a gap in the closed coarse salt triangle, and pointed it in the direction of the basin.
Joan closed her eyes and murmured softly: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Witnesses."
His voice was as gentle as gently lulling the person next to him into sleep.
An inexplicable cold wind blew through the concert hall.
Under Fan Ning's "observation", the three originally weak, static phases of light and shadow in the altar were suddenly lifted up. The dark silver "barren" phase was dominant, and the purple "key" phase was replaced by another.
The phases are cut into stripes as embellishments, intertwining with each other and flowing towards the basin of water.
There is something really good about this girl. Fan Ning was really amazed now.
Judging from the scenes he "saw", the witness master of the god named "Dongfeng" should have the phase of "Desolation", which is the same as the main god "Raven" of the Lingyin Discipline Society.
He looked at Qiong, and there was nothing unusual except that her eyes looked a little tired, which made her feel relieved.
There seemed to be something shaking on the ground, and the water level in the basin began to vibrate!
Qiong walked to the basin and looked at the mirror that had sunk to the bottom under the vibration of the water.