Lying on the bed, Ryan's heart was as calm as a mirror.

If there was no swelling pain in the back of his head, and there was no nausea that was a little dizzy, Ryan would be the same as usual, no different from him, there would be no ripples in his heart, and he would not have the guilt of killing so many people in one go.

Those guys deserve their crimes.

As for James, even if he didn't die at the hands of that guy, he wouldn't necessarily let it go.

If he is still the same Ryan, or the boy who has a brotherhood with James, in the face of such a trap, there is only a dead end, and it is definitely impossible to say that James is not clear about this.

As a cousin, he still led his cousin there.

The malice in his heart is also full.

As a last resort?

It's just an excuse!

Such a guy, kill it.

As for family affection?

What kind of family affection is there, when the Jordan family drove the thirteen-year-old Ryan out of the magpie's nest, there was no family affection, Ryan may still have any expectations for family affection in the past, but now he has no hope.

It's just passers-by!

Go through the matter in your mind to see if you have any omissions, as long as James's identity is not exposed, it is impossible to pull it on yourself, as for James's disappearance, not many people care.

Even Jordan's family won't pay attention to it in a short time.

In the past, James had disappeared for half a year to avoid gambling debts, and there was no news.

The Jordan family is used to this.

For Jordan Bell, Lonzo is the hope of the Bell family, James is just a burden, a burden that hinders Lonzo's future, with such a gangster brother, Lonzo will not want to win the favor of ladies for the rest of his life.

It would be a good thing for him to die outside.

In fact, the different attitudes of his parents towards the two brothers are the reason why James has become even more stubborn.

He took the black seed out of his pocket, held it between his fingers, and pointed it to the light of the oil lamp, and the light fell on it, as if absorbed, and the shell of the seed emitted a halo like rising smoke.

It can't appear for no reason, it must be useful.

Of course, Ryan didn't know that this kind of seed was the core of the artificial potion, and it was a necessity for the cultivation and advancement of the transcendental, and if this seemingly ordinary seed was taken to the underground market of the transcendent to be sold, the looters would be like clouds.

This thing has a price, but there is no market.

Ryan didn't dare to keep this seed away from himself, he remembered that if he was a little away from himself, the seed would become illusory, emitting mysterious fluctuations that rippled in the void.

At that time, the seed was also full of mysterious allure.

Ryan still remembers when he was in the cemetery, and when the apparition appeared, soon after, an ascetic appeared in the vicinity, and if there was no connection between the two, Ryan would not believe it.

So, he didn't dare to experiment.

Once he provokes those powerful transcendents, he can only be slaughtered.

Leaving his destiny in the hands of others is not his style.

Carefully placing the seed in the pocket of his underwear, Ryan closed his eyes and began his practice, using the breathing method of the inner chapter, and his mind fell little by little, little by little, and fell into the golden book.

Afterwards, the mind is immersed in the warm ocean, which is very comfortable.

The mental power is consumed too much and needs to be filled urgently.

Then Ryan heard the sound of prayer.

At first, the sound was very soft, like a whisper in the ear, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, but after a while, the voice became clear, and Ryan could hear it clearly, it was Jeff White's prayer.

Last time, his consciousness descended on Jeff White's body, saving him from a heart attack.

This is a devout believer.

After that incident, Ryan made a lot of guesses.

In his opinion, at that time, he could only hear the cry for help before death, whether that person was a believer or not, and whether he believed in God or the devil, as long as his will to survive at that time was particularly strong, exceeding all emotions, Ryan could also hear it, this is the origin of the countless voices in the sea of blood, but, because of the distance, many cries for help came to Ryan, and there was no energy.

Jeff White's neighborhood is not far from the Luojia Mountain community, less than ten kilometers, which is why Ryan can hear clearly and respond, right?

A little farther away, and there is nothing he can do.

As for whether this conjecture is correct or not, we will find out by experimenting.

Blood.

It's still a boundless sea of blood.

Ryan floated in the sea of blood, the golden book shining golden light beneath him, isolating the blood-colored mist, like a throne, he sat on the throne, allowing himself to be surrounded by countless pleas for help.

The thought fell, and Ryan broke away from the sea of blood and floated in some space.

He came here along some kind of traction.

Space?

To be precise, there is no space here, there is no concept of length, width and height, and there is no orientation of front and back, left and right, it is more like a mess of chaos, Ryan's mind falls in the chaos, but it is surprisingly comfortable, and there is no awkward and uncomfortable embodiment at all.

It's not a three-dimensional world.

It stands to reason that he has adapted to the three-dimensional world, and with such great changes, there will be discomfort.

In fact, the mind is here, but it is like a fish in water, and that feeling is difficult to describe in words, and it is difficult to describe this space in words, let's call it space?

Jeff White's prayers echoed through the area.

Ryan could feel it, something was injected into it,

This is the power of faith, this power comes from the prayer of Jeff White, what was originally some kind of ethereal existence, but here, it is transformed into substance, something that the mind can sense with certainty, like a hot spring gushing out of the mountains, poured into a golden thread.

As soon as the thought moved, Ryan touched the golden thread.

The next moment, he appeared in the real world.

This is Jeff White's study.

The old man was kneeling reverently on a carpet, bowing his head, touching a silver cross in his hand, praying earnestly to the Father, yes, in the old man's mind, that day must have been the day when the Father sent down a miracle and gave him a second birth.

So, he became extremely religious.

A cross was paid for from the church priest, and an hour-long prayer was to be performed day and night.

Ryan floats in the room.

Of course, this is just a description, in fact, he is only conscious beings.

It's like a two-dimensional world, a blank sheet of paper, which actually has many mezzanines, and yet, the existence on the plane is unaware of this.

The creatures of the three-dimensional world also knew nothing about him now.