On a night in early November, the soft moonlight fell on the road leading to East Texas.
The back seat of a Jaguar traveling at high speed.
Dean stared quietly in front of him, where the one-meter-and-two-meter-long crescent-shaped fangs given to him by Alpha Wolf Kaiden were spinning steadily in mid-air.
Wisps of golden flames created by the power of mind wrapped around the jade-white shell, releasing huge heat. When the fangs began to glow red and hot, the power of the mind rolled a dark forging hammer and repeatedly struck the edge of the fangs with "ding-ding-dong-dang-dang" sounds. .
Sparks flew everywhere, and pieces of broken impurities were blown out of the car window along with the thick smoke. The arc of the edge of the fangs gradually narrowed, forming a wide and thick blade-like prototype, and the golden flame disappeared.
Dean spilled a few bottles of water, and as soon as the crystal liquid appeared in the air, long ice cubes formed, wrapping the entire fang.
Sizzling——
In an instant, the high temperature remaining on the fangs sublimated the ice, and the entire carriage was filled with a large amount of pale water vapor, which was wildly rolled out of the window by the telepathic blower, like a white dragon rolling in the night sky.
…
The shadow in the front row thought about it, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a glass of juice with ice cubes and drank it in one gulp.
Dean couldn't put it down and rubbed the quenched fangs. Compared with the previous crescent shape, the jade surface had a hint of metallic luster and beautiful feather patterns. Gradually, the prototype of a long knife took shape, but it still needed a lot of work. It takes beating, quenching, and polishing to completely take shape.
"It is indeed a supernatural material. It is not as brittle as ordinary bone tools, and its toughness and sharpness far exceed ordinary steel tools..."
"With my current telekinesis level, I can use it in actual combat after just one month of forging."
After this period of testing, Dean discovered that "Shadow" has reached the domain level, and with the improvement of mental attributes, his ability to manipulate heat has greatly improved, and he can create a small area with a temperature as low as minus 120 degrees in just a few seconds. Ice cubes and flames as high as 1,350 degrees adjust slightly as the ambient temperature rises and falls.
With such a miraculous temperature control method and the expertise of the blacksmith, Dean can polish supernatural materials and create extraordinary weapons anytime and anywhere without the use of overly complicated tools and equipment.
Next, Dean's hands flashed with white-gold light, and he began to inject thoughts and life energy into the fangs for maintenance.
In the last event, his physical strength improved a little, and his total life energy increased by a small amount, making him more comfortable in polishing weapons.
When the surface of the crescent-shaped fangs began to glow with a brilliant star-like luster, he took out the dart board, the full-moon bow and other weapons one by one from the space, spread them all over the back seat, and carefully polished, oiled, and maintained... to enhance tacit understanding. speed and power.
A sense of closeness arose spontaneously.
Even if he closes his eyes, he can clearly feel that these extraordinary weapons are like simple little creatures, slowly growing under his care.
He is looking forward to the day in the future when he has hundreds or thousands of powerful extraordinary weapons, and the power of his mind will roll up the weapons to launch attacks at the same time, destroying demons, destroying souls, poison, fire, electricity, freezing...all kinds of extraordinary characteristics will burst out in an instant on the enemy.
Quantitative changes produce qualitative changes.
With one move, all gods and demons will be annihilated.
This move is called "Unrestricted Weapon Field".
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"We're going across state lines soon, man." Ying looked at the "Welcome to Texas" road sign in the distance and slowed down, stopping on the side of the road.
Dean stopped the obscenity in his mind, glanced at the blue jaguar that had accompanied him for more than a month from Bohao County, covered in dust and mud, and waved.
"Goodbye, old man, in order to avoid being found out, I have to abandon you first."
The invisible power of thought swept the jaguar and flew into the withered yellow bushes on the roadside. With the swaying branches and leaves, it sank into darkness forever.
And Dean rushed into the wilderness on the roadside, and in a flash, he flew in the air five meters above the ground.
The strong wind hit his galloping body and was instantly deflected by the life shield, forming a transparent oval-shaped air shield in front of him.
The surrounding scenery retreated at an alarming speed, and a ten-level wind seemed to erupt on the ground.
Under the pressure of the airflow, shrubs and grass rose up from the ground along with large tracts of soil. The branches were overwhelmed and the roots broke. The leaves on the ground flew into the air and rotated, forming a golden path that went straight forward.
Crack!
Several crows flapped their wings and rushed into the air mask in front of Dean, instantly exploding into balls of minced meat.
…
Nowadays, the maximum weight that the domain-level "Shadow" telekinesis can lift has skyrocketed from the previous twelve tons to thirty tons, and the corresponding telekinesis speed has skyrocketed from the original more than fifty meters per second to one hundred and ten meters per second, which is close to At 400 kilometers per hour, it surpasses almost all ground transportation and some aircraft in the world, making it the fastest means of movement for Dean.
However, when flying at full speed, the dynamic vision and reaction speed represented by his sensitivity and perception attributes are slightly weaker. He must observe the movements around him at all times to prevent him from flying over his head or hitting trees, telephone poles, birds, or even Plane, hurt yourself.
…
Five minutes of hearty flying.
Dean unknowingly flew out of the wilderness, followed a cross-sea embankment, and flew into a small island called "Galveston" in eastern Texas.
The sea breeze passed through the long street. He turned up the collar of his windbreaker and walked along the deserted street.
At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I occasionally see a few drunken tourists, sailors on the dock, or cowboys wearing cowboy hats with the top of their heads sunken downwards and the brim of their hats turned up slightly on the sides.
This place already belongs to the territory of Texas, the vast West, the territory of the cowboys.
Even on the island, there are many residents who are following this fashion. They wear tight-fitting sleeveless leather jackets, sleeved shirts of different colors, and a very strong wide leather belt around the waist and hips. It is decorated with beautiful leather carvings, and is equipped with a large belt button to hold a gun, and wears a pair of cowhide boots.
He is chic and capable, and has "I am not to be trifled with" written all over his body.
…
Dean admired denim clothing very much and thought about finding time to buy one and wear it as the locals do. Then he transformed into a handsome young white man with black hair and black eyes and walked into a "tuna" bar.
Under the dim red light, some guests were drinking, playing billiards, poker, and watching TV——
"An important piece of news now. The Social Security Department has just issued an announcement. Two men violently robbed a bank in Abilene this morning and took a bank employee hostage. The two criminals are currently at large... They are in their twenties. , wearing a dark blue shirt, black suit, sunglasses, and carrying weapons, which is very dangerous."
Suit thugs robbing a bank? Texas is so tough?
Dean's eyes shifted from the woman with a professional smile on the TV screen. He sat in front of the bar and knocked on the table.
“Four dinner specials.”
The bearded cowboy raised his hat and looked at his body that was not fat at all in surprise.
Dean took a picture of the beautiful knife.
The bearded man swiped the banknotes like lightning, with a smile on his face.
"I just love that you are such a happy and wonderful young man. Wait a moment, and I will let you experience the wonderful caviar, fried fish and barbecue in Galveston right now..."
Soon, several large plates of steaming food were brought to the table. The steaks on the plates were bigger than people's faces. Dean couldn't help but remember that when he lived in China in his previous life, he went to a restaurant in the northeast from the south for the first time.
"I like big portions."
He rolled a corn tortilla with caviar and roasted pork. The "Shadow" sitting next to him cast ignored spiritual suggestions on the surrounding people, quickly grabbed the roasted meat from the dinner plate and stuffed it into his mouth.
The combination of tomatoes, chilies, and peppers and the pure smoked flavor made him narrow his colorful eyes, smile at each other, and give a thumbs up.
Since he was able to transform into an entity, Shadow has gained the taste and some perception of a normal human. Tasting food and drinks from various places has become his biggest hobby. Of course, while traveling, he will also work part-time as a chef, cooking some delicious food for himself and his friends.
Dean was also happy to share it with his old friend, and one person and one ghost had their mouths full of oil.
"By the way, have you seen her?" Dean took a photo of Lena and showed it to the bar owner.
The boss picked up the photo and shook his head, "I'm not impressed."
"What about this woman?" Dean gave a rough description of the "beautiful woman wearing a feather crown on her head and a golden python wrapped around her neck" who was once with Lena.
The boss raised his thick eyebrows,
"It sounds a bit like dancers in a Mexican-owned strip club, but there are no such people or places in Galveston. You have to go further west and look for it in cities like Laredo on the U.S.-Mexico border."
"Thanks for the answer." Dean put down the money, stood up and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a noise coming from behind the bar.
"Have you seen her? Have you seen my daughter Juana?"
An old woman with Mexican features walked around the table asking the guests with a pleading look on her face.
She is about 50 or 60 years old, with a thin figure, a stooped back, short gray hair, deep nasolabial folds and forehead wrinkles, and she looks extremely old and tired.
Moreover, her hair was stuck in clumps and her denim jacket was dirty and extremely slovenly.
"Please, help me find Juana."
Several tourists were frightened by her homeless appearance and got up in a hurry.
"Sorry ma'am, we don't know her."
"Hey, Teresa, I told you that your daughter is not on the island, so don't harass my customers!" The boss crossed the bar with agility that didn't suit his fat body, rushed towards the woman like a wild boar, and held down her shoulders. Warning, "Leave now and don't come into my bar again!"
"Help me Adam... I've searched all the people I can find, and I've gone to all the places I should go to." The old woman looked at the boss with red eyes, "I don't have any clues."
"I've told you so many times that the police are helping you find someone. It's useless for you to act in such a hurry!" The boss shook his head at the woman indifferently, "Quickly go, I'll call the police right away and I'll take you to jail." .”
"No, I'm going...I'm going..." The old woman shrank her shoulders, swallowed and glanced at the food on the guests' table. She clenched her hands in front of her lower abdomen and left with a choked sound in her throat.
"What's going on?" Dean looked at the woman's old back, and suddenly a mysterious intuition arose in his mind - she could help him.
"A crazy woman from out of town keeps saying that her daughter Juana disappeared while traveling on the island, but this has never happened on our island before. She must be mistaken." The boss put his hands on his hips and looked at her face. Helpless, "Texas is so big and thousands of people go missing every year... Who knows where her daughter is? But she has been wandering on the island for a month."
Dean said thoughtfully, "Pack a dinner for me."
The bar owner raised his hat brim with complicated eyes, "This is half price for you."
…
Dean left the bar, opened his perspective, and soon found an old woman in a small park not far away. She was lowering her head and swallowing cold water from the drinking fountain. The sea breeze that was as sharp as a knife at night blew her away. The cheeks are red.
After drinking, she sat on the stool and shivered, looking very pitiful.
"Teresa?"
"Yes, you are?"
"Andy." Dean made up a random name.
The old woman stared with bloodshot eyes and grabbed his hand, "Sir, do you know the whereabouts of Juana?"
"I don't know, I just think you might be hungry." Dean handed her the dinner and sat next to her.
The woman smiled regretfully, but feeling the warmth in the bag, she raised her arms with her palms facing Dean.
"Kind and generous Andy, may the Black Virgin Mary bless you."
After saying that, she took out the hot burrito and wolfed it down. Judging from her eager expression, she probably hadn't eaten for several days.
Dean thought about what kind of strange name the Black Virgin Mary might be for religious fusion, and then asked,
"Teresa, I just saw you in the bar. Are you Mexican?"
"It was more than ten years ago, but I live in the United States now..."
"So you lived in Mexico for a long time."
"Well, more than thirty years."
"Do you know her?"
Dean handed over Lena's photo.
The woman held it in her hand and looked at it carefully several times, with an apologetic look on her face.
"She's an Indian, but I can't help you. I've never seen her."
Dean was not discouraged and asked again about the image of a woman wearing a feather crown. Then he keenly noticed that Teresa was chewing in her mouth. There was a hint of long-lasting memories on her wrinkled old face, and her pupils shrank a bit. A flash of hidden fear.
"Do you know her?" Dean asked, staring into Teresa's eyes, quietly using telekinesis to suggest,
"I, I... I often heard her 'stories' when I lived in Mexico." Teresa's lips trembled and she hesitated a few times, "But sir, are you sure you are asking about a human?"
"What do you mean?" Dean's head shook. According to what Carly once said, this woman did have supernatural elements.
"The image of the woman you described is very consistent with the legend of a special sect... an extremely powerful and beautiful being... no one knows her real name, only the honorific title -" the voice stopped abruptly, and the woman's eyes revealed With a hint of struggle, he shook his head violently, instantly getting rid of Dean's spiritual suggestion, and then handed the half-eaten burrito back to Dean with a nervous expression, "Sorry, I can't continue."
Dean pushed the cake back, looked at the progress of the cake rising to 33%, and raised his thick eyebrows, "Is there anything you can't say?"
"This involves ancient beliefs..." the woman asked hesitantly, "and you don't belong to my ethnic group, I dare not reveal it to you."
"Where can I find her?"
"I can't say."
"Is she related to Quetzalcoatl?"
"Sir, don't push me."
There was a look of thought in Dean's eyes. For a moment, the woman felt like a hill was pressing down on her chest. She couldn't breathe. Even the surrounding space began to distort and her vision overlapped.
But this pressure was like an illusion, dissipating in the blink of an eye. Dean broke the silence, "I will help you find your daughter Juana. You tell me everything about this feather-crested woman. Deal?"
"Are you serious?" The woman suddenly stood up with a look of surprise on her face.
"That's right."
"Witness the Black Madonna, I will tell you everything when the time comes!"
A prompt flashed before Dean's eyes, you triggered the event - the missing Juana.
You enter Galveston and find an old mother struggling to find her missing daughter. She seems to have some clues about Lena.
Now help her save her daughter and seize this clue.
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress: (0/100)
Deadline: 12 hours
Reward: 60 experience points
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"Juana worked as a salesperson in a department store in Houston after graduation." Teresa swallowed the food in her mouth hastily as if grasping a life-saving straw, walked around the bench, and introduced eagerly, "More than a month She came to Galveston for a birthday vacation, and she called me at the time. However, she lost contact with her after the phone call. The vacation was over, and she did not return to work at the Houston Mall. I was frightened and drove there at that time. Looking for someone in Galveston.”
"I spent all my savings and hired a private detective to check on the police on the island, but they only found..."
Dean interrupted, "Do you have a picture of Juana?"
Teresa took out a photo from the lining of her denim jacket and handed it over.
"Tell me about her past, the more detailed it is, the better."
Dean examined the photo of a young woman with long black hair, big eyes, a high bridge of nose, skin as healthy as wheat with a hint of dark skin, and a plump body, and entered the "search".
(End of chapter)
