Everyone played until early in the morning and returned to the hotel to rest.
Guest room hall.
Dean sat on the cold floor without any disdain, took out the divination chessboard used for channeling and the teardrop-shaped slate, placed them in his palms and rubbed them several times.
The ghosts of the four dead hunters are still trapped in the altar waiting to be dealt with.
And this piece of stone has gone through blood sacrifice and already belongs to Dean and is driven by him.
Dean summoned a "shadow" to protect him.
Then he squeezed the shackles tightly and said silently in his heart - Release the soul, Arman.
freed!
Yaman.
Say it silently twice.
Huhu——
A gust of wind came out of the window and passed through the bathroom, causing the curtains to sway in the wind.
Dean sat up suddenly.
The next second.
The shadow of the past flashed, and while the black light danced, it made a series of hugging and grabbing movements in front of Dean, freezing the invisible object!
Dean perked up, raised the tablet in front of his eyes, and looked through the glass——
A ghost was nailed in front of the "shadow".
His face was pale, his expression was empty, and his body was illusory and transparent, as if he would disappear at any time. It was the hunter Arman who had just died.
He was even still wearing the same cold-weather suit he had been wearing when he died.
Dean looked around the ghost in wonder.
Not to mention compared to the powerful ghost of Alexander Raphael, this guy is far inferior to the "shadow".
There is no trace of spirituality or emotional fluctuations in him. He is like a lifeless sculpture, a puppet that has lost its core.
Stiff and stiff.
Dean, the murderous enemy, was standing in front of him, and he was indifferent, as if he had forgotten all the grudges he had made during his lifetime.
"The more powerful the ghost is, the more complex its thoughts are, the closer it is to living people, and it can even communicate directly with humans."
Dean remembered the words of expert Ms. Marlene Dailing,
"So, the weaker you are, the more dull and dull you are."
The spirit of ordinary people is too weak, and the ghost they turn into after passing away is probably like the one in front of them, stupid and stupid, unable to achieve anything.
So can they communicate?
Dean's eyebrows twitched, he looked in front of him and lowered his voice and said,
"Armen, apart from that time on the mountain, have you ever committed any other illegal or criminal acts, or killed or injured other innocent people?"
There was dead silence.
The pale ghost in front of him failed to make any sound or make any sign.
But Dean just felt a twinge of disappointment.
The tablet in his hand suddenly began to heat up, and a weak and invisible force surged out of the tablet, guiding Dean's hand to place it on the Ouija board full of numbers and letters.
Brush brush brush——
The board slid quickly against the chessboard, and its sharp tip pointed at a word——
"NO."
…
It works!
Dean clenched his fists excitedly.
Not only because he got the answer, but also because he found a unique interrogation method.
If you encounter any enemies in the future who would rather die than surrender.
You can kill the opponent first and turn him into a ghost, and then wait for him!
There is nothing I can do about you while you are alive, but I will let you answer honestly after you die!
There are many possibilities for this ability, such as assisting the LVPD in solving indoor homicide cases.
Instead of going through a lot of complicated and troublesome investigation and collecting evidence, you can directly summon the ghost of the victim and ask for information about the murderer.
This is the true use of psychic mediums!
…
Dean took a deep breath to suppress the endless inspiration in his mind, and looked through the slate back to the pale ghost who was being tortured.
In just one minute, its figure became more and more faded, becoming as transparent as water, as if a hidden place in the void was constantly calling it and slowly disappearing with it.
"Armen, what happened last time has not caused any bad consequences, and you have no past bad deeds."
Dean thought of Rust, Britney, all his friends and relatives.
There are all kinds of beautiful things in the world.
He can't always kill people and then destroy souls with great malice.
Dean thought about this.
"Shadow" loosened its control on Arman, leaving it silently staring into the void.
In less than three minutes, the ghost dimmed, faded, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Dean raised the board again, but couldn't find any trace of it.
"Where did it go?"
"The last destination of the soul, the forest that Alvin has seen?"
Dean thought as he continued to release.
Fat Owen, Scarface, and taciturn Tom, the three ghosts are equally foolish.
Dean followed the previously established process and tortured them all.
As a result, he found that these three guys, unlike Arman, were all habitual criminals.
Even the smallest hand had two or three lives on it, and this time Dean was no longer merciful.
The shadow was responsible for restraint, and the board was used as a weapon. It stabbed the three evil spirits in the chest, and watched them break into pieces and turn into fly ash under the powerful and mysterious destructive power of the board, just like Alexander once did.
The soul is gone.
You used the Sipan of the Sleepless One to kill the ghosts*3...
Proficiency +3,
Proficiency +3,
Proficiency +2,
Fighting lv1(103/200→111/200)
When the feat Supernatural Hunter is activated, you gain Perception 0.2*2, Perception: 10→10.4
…
At this point, after being interrogated by Dean, three of the four spirits in the altar died and one disappeared.
Dean's thoughts suddenly became brighter. He stood in the dark living room again, closed his eyes and felt it.
0.4 perception improvement.
The eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, and skin are only slightly itchy and warm.
"Ghosts also have sensory attributes. Is it a sixth sense?"
"But the three heads only provide 0.4? That's right. My average body attributes are at least 90% higher than that of ordinary people. Ordinary people become ghosts, no matter how many people they kill, they won't be of much help to me."
The greatest role of a supernatural hunter is to draw power from powerful aliens.
…
at last.
Dean glanced at an attribute point he obtained after being promoted to lv2 not long ago.
His eyes flickered.
The relevant attributes of a medium are spirit and perception.
His spirit should not be far from the baseline of a psychic, but his perception is still far away. If he wants to become a true psychic and a psychic master, he should add this attribute to his perception.
In addition, perception affects vision, and his shooting skills will also improve accordingly.
But Dean's mind is more inclined to add attribute points to physical strength.
With the two killer weapons "Shadow" and Ji Ban, he doesn't lack attack methods.
After easily killing four hunters, he didn't feel confident at all.
But in the face of supernatural forces, he has a hard time winning, and there is a high probability that he will be seriously injured and will spend a long time in the hospital recovering.
"I don't want to lie in the hospital bored anymore."
"So I must enhance my ability to withstand blows, survive and recover as much as possible, so that I can have a future if I survive."
Dean didn't hesitate any longer.
The next second, the attribute points disappear.
Physical fitness: 11.6→12.6.
…
Heat flow throughout the body.
Dean curled up against the cold wall of the bathroom, tensed his muscles, blushed and felt the "electric shock" over and over again.
Boom!
He seemed to be hallucinating, and the blood was surging in his blood vessels, just like the endless flow of rivers and seas.
It felt like there were reptiles crawling between the muscles and internal organs, making me feel numb and hot.
Within tens of seconds or minutes, Dean recovered with sweat profusely, clenching his fists, twisting his neck, and his joints and bones crackling like firecrackers.
Easier than ever.
As energetic as a volcano about to erupt!
At the same time, he looked in the mirror and was surprised to find that the skin on his body had become more delicate and shiny. The original burn scars on the back of his hands and the scars on his back had faded by less than half from the size of his fingernails.
"If I continue to improve my physique, these scars will eventually disappear completely, right?"
Dean took another look at the current situation.
Character level: 2 (20/300)
Age: 18
Physical: 11.6→12.6
Strength: 10.6
Sensitivity: 12.1
Perception: 10→10.4
Spirit: 14.2
Will: 12.2
…
Ability: 4/5
Fighting lv1(103/200→111/200)
Shooting lv1(30/200→57/200)
Shadow of the Past lv0(43→46/100)
Balance Meditation lv1(5/200)
Expertise:
Junior Ironman
Junior Paranormal Hunter
System capabilities:
God's perspective lv1: range 5→10 meters.
Dean closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, falling into meditation, communicating with the hazy red star.
…
Early the next morning, the sun was warm and the sea breeze was refreshing.
After packing their bags, the group of nine met at the beach parking lot in Santa Monica.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Abby?"
Dean found Abby with a sad face.
"No, it's just that a nasty guy scratched my hand with a sharp nail last night..." Abby showed the back of her left hand, between the wrist and thumb, with a half-finger-long crescent-shaped wound. It doesn't look deep, but it's very conspicuous, and you can see the dark red coagulated blood inside.
"It's pretty serious. Does it hurt?"
"I took medicine last night and it doesn't hurt anymore."
"When you get back to Las Vegas, you'd better go to the hospital."
"Well, thank you for your concern."
"Okay, everyone, everyone is here," Rust interrupted everyone's chat and reminded, "Check the driver's license, wallet, and keys again to make sure they are correct. Let's set off for the return trip!"
"Next summer, let's do it again!"
"yeah!"
…
The three cars drove out of the parking lot and drove back to Las Vegas on Route 66.
