"This person used unknown means to obliterate the body and spirit of the person who sent this picture, so that we have no way to trace the identity of the person through psychic means," the deep voice contained a bit of seriousness that did not match the image. , "Neither the picture nor the clothes left behind can be used to obtain useful results through divination. To divine the owner of this suit of clothes, we can only divination to get a homeless man who was killed yesterday; and for the painting of this Divination of the identity of the person who copied the picture is also greatly disturbed. If the divination statements used are too direct, they may even touch some indescribable existences..."
"This is a provocation to us!" the young man with black natural curly hair said angrily.
"It's a provocation," the burly man glanced at the young man, with a hint of indignation in his deep voice, and then quickly regained his composure, "so we must accept the other party's challenge, and we must not lose."
He reached out and pushed the picture on the table to the center, "This is the biggest clue the other party left us. After comparison, the location of the scene depicted in the picture is a beach in the eastern part of Lanshan Island... .”
"Then we still..." The young man with curly black hair stood up almost instantly, and slowly sat back down under the sight of the burly man.
"The other party's methods should not be underestimated. We need to be prepared and not let the Lord's reputation be damaged. I will report this matter to Lord Coatman later, and at the same time try to ask for the support of Lord K2, and you will do it You are well prepared." The man withdrew his gaze from the young man with curly black hair, and still said in his deep voice: "The ceremony in the picture has obvious characteristics of the Southern Continent. No matter what path the other party is an Extraordinary, you are all welcome. Get some 'purification bullets' as a spare."
The man looked around the people in the room, and his deep voice contained some warning, "'Purification bullets' are aimed at resentful souls and living corpses. You'd better change the bullets in advance. Once you see them, shoot directly. Don't Give the other person a chance.”
...
Agnes unconsciously wiped the gun in her hand, her eyes seemingly unfocused.
She regained much of her spirituality with the help of meditation and occasional naps, but if she wanted to feel her best, a deep sleep was the best way to restore her spirituality. And under such circumstances, neither the things she is worried about nor the vigilance from the "werewolf" instinct can make her enter a deep sleep state during this period. The occasional disturbance around her will wake her up from her sleep. Subconsciously prepare yourself to fight back.
"But at least the headache is gone." Agnes sighed slightly and put the pistol into her waist.
She looked at the suitcase she had put aside, and suddenly remembered something. She reached out and took out her black notebook, opened it, and took out a note.
The characters written in black ink had a slightly viscous flow, looking like mud that had just been accidentally picked up from the swamp. The faint smell of moisture quietly filled the nasal cavity, giving people a feeling that was even better than she had at first. It gets even weirder when I write it down.
Agnes looked at the eight characters above, raised her eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously looked at the glass shade of the kerosene lamp on the table.
"These eight words..." Agnes looked at the face that quietly appeared on the lampshade, and was slightly surprised, then hesitated a little, "It seems that something has changed in her."
"Of course it will change," Huizhen's voice sounded in Agnes's ears, "After all, even if it is packed in your suitcase, the aura of the person's etheric body will still have a certain impact on it. influence, change it, and at the same time absorb the power contained in these influences.”
Huizhen's voice had a strange meaning inexplicably, "And after all, these eight words you wrote have some special meanings. If you read them for a while, it might be able to interpret them according to the meanings in these words. The people nearby had some impact.”
Agnes couldn't help but look at the note in her hand again, raised her eyebrows and looked at the eight words "Destroy the body, turn right into wrong".
"What kind of impact will there be?" Agnes asked in a low voice.
"Similar to changing the beliefs of the people around you?" Huizhen said with some uncertainty, "For people who rely on Taoist heart, this can almost play a role in removing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, but for people who rely on the power of magic potions, The effect is not that strong.”
"Then what if I don't rely on it itself, but directly activate the power currently contained in this note at once?" Agnes asked softly.
Huizhen's expression on the glass lampshade looked vaguely strange, "If you are still willing to follow the above content, it is estimated that you can cause several levels of 'tribulation of the human heart' and 'tribulation of the Tao heart' at the same time in an instant. The power Within the scope covered, it can at least cause most people to lose control."
Huizhen paused for a moment, seeming to be evaluating the level of power currently placed on the characters. After a moment, he said aloud: "But the current range is approximately within ten meters of the radius of the trigger point."
Agnes nodded and said nothing more. She just reached out and put the note into her pocket.
"Nightingale," Agnes whispered.
"Madam." Nightingale's voice sounded, and some ripples spread.
Agnes reached out and tapped the suitcase on one side.
"Can you send my luggage to a safer place temporarily?" Agnes said softly, "After this time, I am not sure whether I will return to this hotel."
...
"Aren't we leaving yet? Mr. Chester." The young man who looked a little too thin asked in a low voice.
"There is another young lady who will come to help us." The man with a somewhat unreal figure whispered.
"A young lady?" The young man subconsciously asked, then realized, "It's the one you've been paying attention to..."
Before the young man finished speaking, his eyes turned to the distance.
The faint white shadow almost flashed past, and it didn't slow down until it was close to a place not far from them.
It was a "werewolf" running fast, with white hair peeking out from under his shirt and long leather jacket, and his sharp claws shining like metal in the afternoon sun.
The other party stopped not far away from them, and its white hair and sharp claws quickly disappeared, revealing the smooth skin underneath.
It was a woman with brown hair and brown eyes. The other party noticed his gaze, nodded and smiled at him, and then casually smoothed her messy hair.
"People from the Storm Lord Church have found the place where the ceremony is." He heard the woman say to Mr. Chester.
