Ryan didn't go far.

He walked out of the warehouse door and greeted Sheriff Trim outside the warehouse with a smile, the other party nodded a little puzzled, and a smile appeared on his face, although Ryan was only a teenager, Trim did not dare to despise it.

Transcendental, age doesn't matter, gender doesn't matter, even if it's a baby, Trim will be very respectful.

With more contact, he knew how incredible these guys were.

"What do you need me to do?"

Trim took off his hat and placed it on his chest, giving him a standard gentlemanly salute.

Ryan hurriedly returned the salute and smiled and waved his hand.

Then, he turned the warehouse door and went around to the side.

Despite his doubts, Trim didn't ask or follow, he chose to turn a blind eye.

Curiosity can not only kill a cat, but also kill a big living person, if a person likes to meddle in things, in this dangerous world, most of them will not live long, and Trim has a very deep understanding of this.

Run away?

Ryan wouldn't do that until the last minute.

He believed in the Golden Book.

After all, this thing can take his divine soul through the endless void and come to this mysterious world, and it is unknown whether this is in the same universe as the water blue star, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an artifact.

The so-called fetish is self-obscure, and it must have the means to not be discovered.

Take another look!

Ryan walked around to the side of the warehouse, where there was a broken window, a little high from the ground, about three or four meters, it was a ventilation window, the window was not large, but it was enough for him to see the situation inside the warehouse.

Ryan is only 1.65 meters tall, and he is some distance away from the ventilation window.

However, this did not bother him.

He looked back at his right, it was a wall, the wall of another warehouse, there was a narrow alleyway between the two warehouses, he was standing in the alleyway, standing in the middle of the alleyway, reaching out to both sides, and the palm of his hand could touch the wall.

He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, trotted forward with broken steps, and then, leaping up, his feet quickly stepped on the two walls, repeating the cycle, and after exhausting his strength, he stretched out his hands, his arms were spread, his palms supported the wall, and a few feet higher, his head was level with the ventilation window, and his body swung to the left, and his hands grabbed the wooden railing on the ventilation window, and hung on it silently.

Everything in the warehouse is in full view.

Fontaine stood behind a pillar that blocked Ryan's view, revealing only one of his feet and his cane on the ground.

Livingston stood in the corner of the warehouse, his hands folded in front of his chest, his legs not together, but his left leg in front of his right, his back against the wall, the corners of his mouth drooping downward, and a look of a joke.

The big red-haired boy Milo Dravich stood not far from Marti, his hands in front of his lower abdomen, clasped tightly, rubbed unconsciously, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes kept falling on Marti's face, never the slightest distance away.

He was very nervous, and his face was flushed red, almost comparable to the color of his hair.

Johnny, nicknamed the Porter, stood across from Malty, his expression blank and no emotion flowing.

"Are you ready?"

Johnny's voice was muffled, echoing through the silent warehouse.

Marty nodded, not answering.

Then, Johnny turned his head and looked at Fontaine standing at the pillar, not knowing what Fontaine had done, and soon, Johnny crouched down and took the last thing out of his satchel on the ground.

It was a very ordinary-looking wooden box.

His movements were very slight and cautious, as if he were holding a fragile treasure.

At the same time, there was emotion on his wooden face, a trace of nervousness, and unconsciously, a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The wooden box slowly opened, and a light escaped from the wooden box, as if an epiphany bloomed, and in an instant, the brilliance filled the entire warehouse, and this brilliance fell on people's faces, Milo's face was obsessed, Livingston was nervous, and Johnny, who was closest to the brilliance, had a painful expression on his face, like the pain of being pierced by thousands of steel needles.

Marti still had his head bowed, his hood covering his cheeks, and only his snow-white chin could be seen.

I couldn't see the expression on her face.

Whisper......

There is a murmur floating in the air, like a lover whispering in your ear.

Johnny's hand left the wooden box, and his fingers were holding a weed that exuded a faint brilliance, and the weed looked ordinary, like a dog's tail grass that could be seen everywhere on the blue star, and there was a brilliance flowing on the weed, flowing in all directions.

"Yuehua Grass!"

In the corner of the warehouse, Livingston let out a soft exclamation.

Inside the warehouse, the murmur became louder, more urgent, and sharper.

"Guslia ......"

Suddenly, there was a series of strange chanting sounds in the warehouse, the pronunciation was strange, and the sound floated into the ears, giving people a very awkward feeling.

This is Fontaine chanting a mantra.

At the same time, the cane in his hand kept hitting the ground, and the sound of the blow and the chanting of the incantation merged into one, and the sound suppressed the murmur that became more and more sharp, and for a short time, it was suppressed.

"Quick!"

Johnny walked up to Marty and shouted.

Marty raised his hand, placing his right hand on top of the Moonflower Grass.

The brilliance shone on the pale and thin wrists, revealing a different kind of fragility.

Johnny waved his left hand, an extra knife in his hand.

The knife swept across Marty's wrist and pulled out a red thread.

On the other side, Milo took a step forward, his teeth clenched, his hands clenched, and his expression angry, like a little bull provoked by someone with a red cloth, but he finally stopped and did not mess around.

Tick tock......

Beads of blood flowed from the broken wound on his wrist, dripping down and landing on the Moonflower Grass, which writhed wildly in Marty's blood, a powerful energy fluctuating.

Ryan sensed the energy fluctuation, as if he was in a light boat, rising and falling with the monstrous waves.

In the sea of knowledge, the golden book rippled with golden light.

The golden light greedily devoured the energy, like a gluttonous child.

Ryan's heart tightened, his mind turned, controlling the golden book, not letting the golden light rush out of the sea of knowledge, now he can barely control the golden book, it will take a while to really let the golden book obey the order.

What happens next?

Ryan clung to the wooden railing of the ventilation window, staring at Marty without blinking.

In his sight, Marty looked up.

The hood slipped from her head, revealing her face.

She closed her eyes tightly.

At the center of the eyebrows, a vertical eye opened.

There is a black pupil in the eye, and the pupil is flowing, and there is a colorful light rippling, like a nebula.