"Mr. Bones..."
Looking at the words on the paper made of white bones, Zhou Li seemed to have thought of something. He opened the pure gold box on the side, and a flawless pure silver dagger appeared in front of him against the velvet backdrop.
Silver can ward off evil spirits.
The moment Zhou Li touched the dagger with black mist, a strange gilded snake pattern gradually condensed on the dagger blade, making people shudder.
"There is a piece of paper."
Eluma saw a white piece of paper in the middle of the box and pointed it out to Zhou Li. Zhou Li, who was still observing the snake pattern, looked towards the mezzanine, then used the black mist to take out the paper and displayed it in front of the two of them.
"A parting gift."
Looking at the paper with only four words, Zhou Li understood that it was something left by the woman. From Eluma's description, we know that the identity of that woman is definitely not simple. The feeling she brings to Eluma is far more powerful and unpredictable than a god. Although he could not completely trust the things left by this kind of existence, Zhou Li was not prepared to hide them in the snow.
After controlling the black mist and placing the dagger in his hand, Zhou Li suddenly felt a cool feeling coming from the dagger and flowing into his mind. Before Zhou Li could react, the snake pattern on the dagger suddenly solidified. A small black snake emerged from the tip of the dagger and wrapped around Zhou Li's wrist. Then the snake's head bit the tail, like a jade bracelet. There is generally no sound.
Looking at the things on his wrist that were not ordinary at first glance, Zhou Li fell silent. He took out the Brave Exclusive from his waist, then opened a page and pointed it at the dagger and the small snake on his wrist.
([Unlevel] Dagger: You can use it to solve weirdness)
([Ungraded] Ouroboros Ring: This is just a bracelet, an ordinary bracelet)
The Brave Exclusive shows the patterns of these two items. It seems that the two items are ordinary and have nothing special about them. But Zhou Li knew that these two things were definitely what he needed urgently right now. He tried to take off the bracelet, but no matter how hard he tried or used other abilities, the bracelet made of ouroboros was firmly fixed on Zhou Li's wrist, motionless.
"what to do?"
After seeing that Zhou Li didn't want to wear the bracelet, Eluma asked worriedly: "Will this have any impact?"
"I don't know, I just don't like things of unknown origin."
Zhou Li, who always felt a little uncomfortable, twisted his neck, and then put the bracelet aside for the time being. He picked up the dagger and then looked at the bone paper with the name "Skeleton Man" written on it. Although no one told him, Zhou Li felt that inserting the dagger into the bone paper was the right move.
He raised his hand, lowered it, and inserted the dagger into the wooden table.
"From now on, neither you nor I will touch this dagger."
Zhou Li looked at the dagger that was deeply embedded in the wooden table, pressed down his trembling right hand, and said calmly to Eluma: "Just put it here, the black mist will take care of it."
"But…"
Eluma on the side took a step back, frowned slightly, and asked worriedly: "It's not an option if you just leave it here all the time. This is not Magnum. We always make mistakes."
"You're right."
Zhou Li nodded, then took out his communicator, pressed the button, and put it to his ear.
"Detective Folds? What can I ask of you?"
After the communicator answered, Roja's voice came from the microphone. Zhou Li cleared his throat and said to the other end of the communicator: "Captain Luo Ya, do you have any tasks now?"
"A dedicated team has taken over the church matters, and I don't have any official tasks now."
"Okay, I have a favor to ask you."
"Speaking."
Zhou Li glanced at the dagger next to him, raised his right hand slightly, and the dagger was rolled up by the black mist and put into the box. After completing this action, Zhou Li said to Luo Ya:
"I want to meet that werewolf."
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In the chaotic alleyways, stray dogs are constantly looking for food in the garbage. It walked in the mud, sniffing the stench in the air with its nose, trying to find the leftovers left by humans to satisfy its hunger.
Suddenly, among the strong smell of alcohol, the stray dog smelled a hint of blood. This moment aroused the wildness of the wolfdog, and it frantically found the source of the bloody smell - a corpse wrapped in rags.
No one knew why the body appeared in this alley, but no one cared. Because anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the identity of this corpse is very low. The swelling, blisters, scars left by hunger, and the mangled palms exposed outside the rags all tell others of the lowliness of this corpse.
In this country of roaring machines, the most indispensable thing is people freezing to death or starving to death on the roadside. Sometimes they die due to high-intensity work, and some have to stop working due to injuries, and finally fall into an endless cycle and die sadly. Without exception, no one cares about a corpse that dies in this way.
But dingoes care. It bit the exposed palm without hesitation, and then began to chew on every piece of meat it bit.
However, what it didn't notice was that when the wild dog bit off the palm, what flowed out of the corpse was not bright red blood, but a pale green color with a strong malaise that made people feel painful just by looking at it.
The wild dog kept eating. After a while, it was full.
It raised its head and looked at the body that gradually stood up and was covered in green liquid. It kept wagging its tail like a puppy that had found its owner, showing its loyalty to the "person" who provided it with food.
The corpse leaned down and gently touched the half-corroded skull of the wild dog with his palms that only had a few bones left. After getting an excited response from the wild dog that had spit out its entrails, the corpse stood up and staggered out of the alley.
Oh, right, I almost forgot.
He stretched out his hand, and green blood gradually oozed from his arm, which was covered with burn marks and fell to the ground. The corpse looked at the gradually dispersing green mist, and its severed mouth was slightly raised, as if it was smiling or crying.
I died of the plague.
I am the source of the plague.
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In a mountain tribe in the Alps, ten kilometers away from Jordan, a simple stone house stood in the fierce wind and snow. Through the paper-covered glass, a man wearing black leather armor and silver hair sat on a recliner, shaking his body leisurely.
"Um?"
The man suddenly stopped the recliner, sat upright, and looked in the direction of Jordan as if observing something. After a while, the leisurely look on the man's face disappeared, replaced by a solemn look.
When the man noticed the breath that represented absolute death, he immediately left the couch, opened the door, and stood in the cold wind. He closed his eyes and the energy in his body continued to boil. After a while, the man opened his eyes, his face full of shock. .
"Plague? Is he still alive?"
