"Adult ......"

Trim called, but not loudly.

Ryan ignored him, still sleepwalking, and strode forward.

Trim was about to raise his voice, but when he opened his mouth, he stopped and did not speak.

The transcendents are all monsters with strange tempers, even those who have not yet advanced to the next level, they have strange tempers, and they are very uncomfortable with getting along, if there is no way to make each other happy, then it is best to choose to stay away.

So, instead of speaking, Trim followed Ryan out of the alley.

When he came to the blockade, he glanced at Brewer, who was standing on the blockade, but the stupid guy didn't understand what he meant, but looked at him stupidly.

Trim hurriedly pointed to the blockade at the entrance of the alley, looking anxious.

Brewer understood this, and hurriedly removed the rope, allowing Ryan to walk out of the way.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Ryan stopped, his expression a little confused.

Here, the aura is somewhat complicated, and he needs to discern it in detail.

The breath here is not the smell, not the smell of rotten seafood, the smell of people's sweat, the aroma of roadside barbecue stalls, but the spiritual breath that is beyond the material realm, which can only be sensed by consuming spiritual energy.

Ryan, who has become an extraordinary being, has a spiritual induction power that far surpasses others under the blessing of the Golden Book, and even Siakam, who is known for his mental acuity, cannot compare to him at this time.

At this time, he could still feel that breath.

This aura is mixed with many spiritual breaths, but it is not obvious, because of the relationship between some time and some time, most of them have already dispersed, and only a trace of it is left, so Ryan needs to consume a lot of spiritual power, and he needs to be carefully distinguished.

At this time, he was like a hunting dog.

A hound, smelling the scent of the offender, was following the scent.

After a pause, he walked to the left.

"Stay here and wait for us to come back......"

Trim gave Brewer an order, and followed Ryan from a distance.

It was the afternoon of early September in the south of Noah's continent, it was supposed to be high and crisp in autumn, the blue sky was deep and transparent, the sun was shining without being hot, and the sea breeze was gently blowing from the sea, bringing a salty smell.

Gentlemen with canes, dressed neatly and with beautiful calfskin shoes on their feet, while ladies strolling through the neat and spacious streets with parasols and ornate tunics are the picture that should have appeared. However, in the port area, all of this can only be imagined, and the appeal will only occur in the north district, and in the southern district, only a few neighborhoods will have such a view.

Of course, in such a cloudy situation as it is now, there is no such thing as this scenery.

Gentlemen and ladies would come and go in a hurry in the carriage, because they didn't know when the rain would fall.

The weather by the sea is like this, even if it is not the volatile weather in July and August, in this season, it is still the same, in one day, maybe it will be cloudy and sunny more than a dozen times, maybe it will rain in the south and the sun will be in the north.

A ray of white light swept across the heavy clouds overhead, piercing through the clouds and falling somewhere in the city, becoming darker and darker, as if night had come, and the city was illuminated.

"Whoa!"

Immediately after, a muffled thunder rolled over the city.

Going to rain?

Trim had a bitter look on his face.

He didn't bring an umbrella.

To be precise, he has an umbrella, and going out with an umbrella is a necessary procedure for gentlemen in this coastal city, and many times, the umbrella also replaces the function of a gentleman's stick, this is because the weather here changes extremely drastically, just like today, half an hour before the sun is shining, and after a while, it becomes a dark cloud, and now, it is about to rain heavily.

Touching the brim of the fedora hat on his head, Trim cursed.

This hat can't cover the rain, and besides, it could be a torrential rain.

In normal times, Trim would have left his job, called a taxi and left, or walked into a café on the street to sit and drink coffee as some people do, and watched the hapless people run wild in the rain.

But now, he neither dared to leave nor go to the café, and could only become an unlucky person in the eyes of others.

I don't know what that kid is doing?

Just wandering the streets like this, can you find the murderer?

The premonition of bad luck always works!

Soon, the rain fell.

The soybean-sized raindrops hit the people's faces, and they hurt faintly, and Trim could only keep his head down and try to block the hat as much as possible, although the hat would soon get wet, and it would lie on his head softly, and in the end, his whole body would still be wet by the rain.

But what can he do?

He's desperate too!

However, although he kept his head down, he occasionally looked up and looked at Ryan in front of him.

If Ryan could be as embarrassed as he was, he would feel more or less comfortable.

That's how people are, they don't suffer from poverty and inequality!

However, Ryan let him down!

He continued to walk fast and slowly, and when the rain fell, there were no pedestrians on the streets, no one stood in the way, and his steps were much faster.

The rain poured down, swept by the wind, and came towards him.

However, the rain seemed to fall on him, and in Trim's sight, Ryan's body was not wet at all, and the raindrops that obviously hit him seemed to be swallowed up by an invisible well, and he didn't know where it flowed?

What's going on?

However, he was not too surprised.

The transcendent should not be judged by common sense.

Actually, Ryan doesn't want to be so conspicuous, even if he gets wet by the rain, it's nothing, with his physique, he is not as afraid of colds as Trim, the humans in Noah's continent are the same as the Westerners on the water blue star, and they have weak resistance to colds, and it is not uncommon to lose their lives because of colds, especially in the Middle Ages, which can be described as abounding.

So, ordinary people are afraid of catching a cold.

However, now Ryan is running his thoughts at full strength, and the spiritual sea has set off a monstrous wave, otherwise, he can't grasp that faint breath, after all, there are people coming and going on the street, everyone's breath is different, and it is rarely complicated, if he wants to find the right body in these breaths, it is not a simple thing, even if he is an extraordinary person, he needs to pay full attention.

Therefore, an energy shield was automatically generated outside his body, blocking the rain.

Even so, he finally stopped.

Heavy rain pours, thunder and lightning add to the magnetic field.

In this case, there is no way to continue.

Raising his head, he let go of the energy shield and let the icy rain hit his face.

Ryan didn't have any disappointment on his face, no irritability, and was still as indifferent as water