Sean was silent. The room was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of burning cigarettes.
"Peter agreed." Daisy turned to look out the window, "This is what I heard Bill say later.
“In retrospect, although turning down that bet was the smartest choice, I knew he would definitely say yes.
"He will never have the opportunity to put his life on the gambling table again in his life - maybe it is because the other party knows Peter that he came up with this ridiculous and... accurate idea."
Daisy's expression didn't change much, but Sean found tears spilling on her blue skirt.
"I heard what happened next from Bill."
"That night, Peter, who had seen through all the gambling dramas, lost for some unknown reason.
"Bill later said that his opponent was out of luck.
"This is why Bill was able to start a gang fire and avenge Peter - because the other party cheated and killed him.
"That's not a fair game."
Sean also lowered his eyes: "So, it was a scam that killed him."
"No, it was his desire that killed him." Daisy looked at the side with some hatred, "If he would not be tempted by the fatal gamble, this would not happen."
"Oh, Holy Father." Daisy said with a nasal voice, "I have sworn not to think about these things long ago, but I didn't expect that I repeated it again today.
"Every time I think of it... I feel like I'm dying." Daisy covered her chest.
Sean sat next to her, held the poor woman in his arms, and quietly let her cry.
"Sean, I rarely mention this to people... I don't know why I want to tell you today. After I said it, I felt much better..."
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After returning to his home, Sean could not get rid of Daisy's tears in his mind.
When a strong person shows weakness, it is particularly impressive.
After checking the alert spell and learning that no one had broken into the home, he had been busy with various external matters and had no time to look inwards to observe the growth of his spiritual quality. Sean closed the curtains and in the darkness, He sat on the leather sofa and closed his eyes.
He stared at the "God Root" - when he was looking for information about the Judas Ring in the Explorer Library, Sean also distractedly tried to find information about the God Root, but there was no gain for the time being.
This originally candlestick-shaped symbol has undergone tremendous changes after absorbing Aegwin's spiritual power and assimilating the twins.
In the depths of the dark soul, it glows faintly. It was originally flat, as if it were drawn on a piece of paper, without thickness.
It still retains the shape of a candlestick, but has become three-dimensional. A faint light illuminated a corner of the soul, and dozens of branches pointed to the void above. The Witch Moon and the Twins were like fruits on the "tree", blooming slightly with blue light.
"Looking at it now... it looks more like a small tree than a candlestick." Sean's consciousness drifted next to the divine root. "After gaining spiritual power and assimilating symbols, the divine root itself will grow and transform the inside of the soul. …”
"It is like a magical item that strengthens the soul, and it is also like a symbol of the soul itself - not only can it help the soul gradually grow stronger, but it itself will also become more and more complete due to the growth of the soul."
Sean couldn't imagine what kind of power Shengen would bring to him in the future, and he couldn't predict its upper limit.
However, Sean can vaguely feel what will happen to the divine root in the next promotion: "The divine root has changed from a plane to a three-dimensional deep in the soul. After that, a space may be opened up...
"However, it is still unknown what role that space can play."
After observing the changes in the divine roots, he planned to feel the changes in the spiritual essence.
He first tried to diffuse all the ectoplasm. Although it would become thinner, the scope was wider. Originally, the ectoplasm that could only diffuse into a few nearby rooms could now cover almost half of an apartment building.
Sean was a little amazed at the "gift" Egwin gave him: "After using Egwin's spiritual power to assimilate the Gemini symbol, my total amount of spiritual matter more than doubled. And because of the experience of the Lewin Town incident, let My ability to control spiritual matter has also risen to a higher level.
"Otherwise my spiritual essence would not be able to spread to such a wide range..."
Sean found a dangerous thought flashing through his mind, and he quickly reminded himself: "Although this improvement is huge, using the spiritual power of a powerful existence to forcibly assimilate symbols and enhance spiritual quality is an extremely risky behavior. ——If it weren’t for the help of the moonlight, the divine root would have been snatched away by the angels, and my soul would have been annihilated long ago...
"I don't want to go through this again."
Sean could hear and vaguely feel the spiritual states of objects and people within his ectoplasm. It felt like his existence had expanded many times, and he could feel some things happening "inside" himself.
For example, he could feel a soft, weak spirit body shaking in Room 705, an object in front of him was making a sound, and he could hear a melodious song with disturbing sounds... "I've seen it before. The old lady at 705 is listening to the radio."
A soft and healthy spirit was doing something attentively, and the sound of cutting vegetable stems came from in front of him... "The hostess of Room 513 is preparing dinner..."
A small, indifferent spirit, originally in a quiet state, suddenly seemed a little excited... "Her cat saw something on the window sill that interested him, maybe it was a bird parked on the tree."
Sean followed the small spirit's attention and "extended" his ectoplasm, and sure enough he found another small spirit - a wild cat climbing up a tree.
Sean felt like an omnipresent deity in the apartment building.
Although there was a sense of omnipotent control that made Sean feel powerful and safe, he knew that his actions at this time were against the rules of the Explorer's Manual.
The manual clearly states that explorers are prohibited from using their special abilities in daily life.
Once you use your special abilities to harm the interests of ordinary people, you will be held accountable and severely punished.
"This rule actually has a subtext." Sean's body was comfortably nestled on the sofa. His spiritual essence, which could penetrate various obstacles but was too thin to penetrate other people's souls, filled half of the apartment building. "If you use special abilities to do good, although it is prohibited, you will not necessarily be held accountable.
"The makers of the rules may also realize that while prohibiting evil deeds, good deeds should not be restricted at the same time..."
Just when Sean was about to take back the ectoplasm, he suddenly felt that there was a spirit in a room on the fourth floor that was in extreme fear.
That was originally the edge where his spiritual essence was dispersed at this time, so he couldn't fully perceive it.
In order to confirm what was happening there, Sean concentrated the "mist" of ectoplasm and spread it there...
He felt that a somewhat chaotic and violent spirit was suppressing a weak and fearful spirit.
It was also accompanied by the clear sounds of women begging for mercy and crying...
Sean immediately changed the shape and concentration of the ectoplasm to ensure a clear view of what was happening in that room.
"You stinky cousin..." The man's voice was muffled, and it sounded like he had slurred speech caused by excessive alcohol intake. "I'm going to tear up that stinky mouth of yours!"
The sound of fists hitting flesh, the screams of women, the cries of children...
Sean once vaguely heard men's roars and women's cries at home, and once saw a correctional officer's car parked under the apartment building.
But what happened in that room was still happening.
Sean has always had a small worry: he wants to try the effect of "mist of grief" on ordinary people. However, he never found the right partner.
At this moment, his little trouble has been relieved.
That room was not far away from him in a straight line, and Sean's spiritual essence suddenly tightened and turned into a denser strip connecting his body to that room.
At such a high concentration, it can penetrate into the souls of ordinary people.
Sean tried to integrate the tentacles of ectoplasm into the man's body. He vaguely felt a violent and ferocious emotion, but the souls of Sean and that man were not of the same magnitude at all, and the man's emotions had no impact on him.
Then, just like he did with Eggwin, Sean activated the twins' abilities, and the dark red mist smeared the man's soul like blood dripping into water.
"The dose cannot be too much. If you pour all the spiritual power into it like you did with Egwen, this person will die." Sean controlled the dose accurately like a skilled nurse, "Just give one-sixth of the dose." The dose...this concentration is also very high for ordinary people, so it is regarded as punishment for bullying the weak."
The mist of grief spread instantly in the man's soul. The man's confusion and rage were suppressed by the great sadness. He stopped moving, first knelt on the ground blankly, and then began to cry...
The cry was louder than the woman's scream just now, and Sean even doubted whether the other woman would have a mental breakdown...
The ectoplasmic tentacles stayed at the scene for a while - he wanted to observe the subsequent effects of the "fog of grief".
Dark red negative emotions are always swirling in the man's body, and the man cannot do anything except be dominated by sadness.
Carefully observing the speed at which negative emotions were digested by the soul, Sean judged: "This should allow him to calm down for a week."
Finding that men would not do anything drastic, such as jumping off a building or shooting a bullet into the temple, Sean took back his ectoplasm.
After taking a bath in a happy mood, Sean read the occult books brought from the library for a while under the soft light of the desk lamp. He felt a little sleepy, so he turned off the light and lay on the bed.
When Sean was getting sleepy, he suddenly heard a rapid knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Sean suddenly woke up. While he stood up gently, he extended the spiritual essence to the door at a roundabout angle.
It is a gentle soul with fearful emotions. This soul seems very thick and seems to have huge potential.
Not only that, it also gave Sean a familiar feeling...
Sean walked to the door quietly - he could not know the identity of the other party just by checking the ectoplasm, he needed to identify it with his own eyes.
The cat's eye light was projected into the pupils, and Sean's eyes suddenly opened wide.
Long braids, light blue eyes...
The person he had been pursuing - his sister, Arya Dickinson, was standing at the door with a pale face. She was wearing a blue dress that seemed to be stained with blood, and her eyes were frightened.
"Sean, are you there? Sean?" She was trembling, as if experiencing great fear, and said as if praying to God, "I found a way to escape!"
