At night, most of the candles in the bungalows are lit, and the soft light reflects the furniture very clearly.

On the leather sofa in the living room, Joyce sat with Carl and Angela looking at each other.

Looking at the slime tree fly that had flown out of the stairs before, glowing with a faint black light, Joyce was silent on the surface, and didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

"Angela, thank you for your kind help, I can't imagine how I would have spent tonight without you. Joyce smiled at the burgundy long-haired girl.

"The furnishings in this bungalow are exquisite. ”

The burgundy girl with long hair smiled lightly and admired the décor of the living room.

At this time, Joyce could vaguely see that Angela's right shoulder had a dark red glow, and three secret veins were emanating.

As for the secret source on Carl's body, it is on his right forearm, and the three secret veins emitted are black, which is the same as the brilliance of the slime fruit tree fly.

Even if Joyce's mental power declined at this time, he could see it very clearly whether it was the two secret cultivators in front of him or the slime fruit tree fly on the wall.

"Joyce, you are on your own, I don't think there is any need to live in such a big house, especially when you are alone, it is likely to be dangerous. Carl, a lean man in a jacket, said to Joyce with a serious expression.

"It's too late to regret it, I've already paid twenty loins, and it's not a good idea to stay at the bar all the time. Joyce sighed helplessly.

At this time, Joyce's mind was in turmoil, and it was not easy to maintain his composure on the surface.

In the face of Carl and Angela, Joyce just talked casually and coped with it, not even caring about whether it was right or wrong.

"Joyce, have you ever considered co-living? Carl's living conditions are not very good right now, and if he can move in, he can just protect you. Angela asked with a smile.

"In the past, as a young man in the twenty-first century, although I was a little dirty, I also valued privacy, okay!" Joyce sighed in his heart, and he couldn't help but have some scruples about Carl's ability.

"I'm so used to living with men that it won't be convenient for Elena to come back. Joyce feigned hesitation and responded.

From Angela's words, Joyce could feel that she was more focused on the way of communication and dominated Carl.

Before Joyce could see the anomaly, he never thought that the red-haired girl's reception would be a secret practice.

"Now, apart from Carl, Bella's place of residence is not very ideal, and the house she rented on Howler Street seems to be about to expire. Angela quickly threw out another possibility, not embarrassing the atmosphere.

Joyce nodded, his current situation really needed to be protected, but he was worried that his exploration of the secret cultivation path would be discovered.

"It's getting late, and Mr. Carl and I should go back. Angela got up at the right time and got a good grasp of the proportions.

Once again thanking Carl and Angela for coming to help, Joyce sent them out the door.

On the side of the bungalow, Carl leaned against the concrete wall and smoked a cigarette, and in a few moments the slime tree fly had flown out of the chimney.

Back in the living room, Joyce lay on the couch and restrained her sleepiness as she wanted to sleep.

"I noticed that Angela and Carl were different, so I wouldn't have noticed anything from each other. Joyce was somewhat worried.

Previously, Angela not only lit the candles in the various rooms of the small western-style building, but also visited Carl and even went to the basement.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the basement, and there were no candles, so Joyce took Angela and the two of them around, so that the two had no excuse to stay and check for a long time.

"What is the compass eye that seems to be from the period of the Pale Age Burial Dynasty, what is going on, when I was at Toton Manor, it was obviously shattered and destroyed, why does it still affect me. Joyce closed her eyes and silently recalled the memories of her previous owner, and what had happened after her soul had crossed over.

The reason why Professor Toton and Joyce regard the compass eye as an object of the burial dynasty is that in the few surviving historical records, the burial dynasty has a tradition of worshipping the evil eye.

"Now that I think about it, it is still very far-fetched to regard it as a burial dynasty in the Pale Age just because of the strangeness of the compass eyeball, after all, the remaining historical records have no specific direction to the evil eye. Joyce felt that Professor Totton's judgment was very lax.

"The bloodshot cracks of the Compass Eye, after being absorbed by the Ding Furnace Mark, the eyeballs exploded and turned into flying ashes, could it be that the essence was hidden in those cracks and bloodshots? If this is the case, it is not surprising that the Ding Furnace cannot withstand the melting. Joyce began to speculate.

At this time, Joyce was not sure if the round belly furnace was too weak, or if the compass eye was too strong.

"At least this time, the phantom of the compass eyeballs did not cause me unbearable damage, although the Ding furnace melted, it is very likely to play a moderating role, but I don't know if the phantom of the compass eyeballs is considered a mysterious characteristic of the secret object. Joyce thought of this and got up from the couch.

Joyce, whose left eye had absorbed the illusion of the compass eyeball, was not sure if he had entered the path of secret cultivation.

According to the mission file of the volume library, it is very dangerous to absorb the mysterious trait for both ordinary people and secret cultivators, and the initial stage of absorbing the occult trait is not stable, which is why Joyce is worried about what Angela and Carl will feel.

"The physical state seems to be okay, except for mental exhaustion and a slight sleepiness, there is no obvious discomfort. Joyce picked up a candlestick and extinguished the remaining candles in the living room.

Whether it is a candle or a kerosene lamp, it is a consumption of money when it is lit for a long time, and Joyce has a limited income and has to calculate.

There is no need to deliberately clean up all the places in the bungalow for the time being, Sophie Asia has fulfilled her promise and has not taken most of the things.

On the second floor, Joyce was left with only a changing room and candlelight in a bedroom.

Closing the thick curtains and facing himself in the full-length mirror, Joyce shifted slightly.

"The illusory light of the compass poured into my left eye, and dense blood emanated from the eye socket to my whole body, and finally seemed to merge with my flesh and blood. Joyce thought it was a little strange to look in the mirror at night, but fortunately she didn't notice anything unusual.

"Now!"

Joyce closed his right eye, trying to concentrate on his left.

However, after ten breaths of time, Joyce's left eye still did not change, not at all like the Dinglu mark on the palm of his left hand before, which could be controlled by his mind.

"If you can be sure that you won't shine or anything, you won't have to worry about being seen in the future. Joyce, though a little disappointed, was secretly relieved.

When she returned to the bedroom and saw the clean sheets and quilts, Joyce hesitated slightly, but took off her clothes and went to the bathroom with a shoulder gun holster.

Joyce could clearly see the black light from the slime tree fly, so she wasn't worried about the fly hiding in the corner and watching.

"Obviously, the phantom of the Compass Eye has poured into my left eye, but the right eye sees things differently, and even if I close my eyes, I can perceive things around me very clearly, is it a benefit, or a subsequent transformation?" Joyce was anxious to unlock the secret of the Compass Eye.

In Joyce's cognition, the melting of the round-bellied small Ding furnace is estimated to be over, and if those cracks and bloodlines that fuse with the flesh and blood of his body are the mysterious characteristics of the compass eyes, he is afraid that his follow-up will not be optimistic.

"Once the mystical properties come back, my body can't be stronger than the Ding Furnace!" Joyce washed off his body and went to bed with his holster.

Covered with a quilt, the rich aroma hit his face, which distracted Joyce a little.

"This can't be Sophie's quilt, right?"

Joyce sniffed the scent of the sheets and quilts, and then looked at the largest bedroom of the bungalow, her face twitching with embarrassment.

Gradually, Joyce closed his eyes due to mental exhaustion, and the comfort of lying on the big bed made him fall asleep unconsciously.

"Clearer than what you can see when you open your eyes......"

Joyce wasn't sure if it was a dream, his perception seemed to be diverging from the bungalow, not only to the other rooms, but also to the scene outside the bungalow.

The scene gradually faded away, and it was not until the second half of the night that Joyce became alert, and in his perception, he found an old man in a cloak passing by the street beyond the bungalow, and the old man had a blood-colored rust glow on his body.

"Bloody Rust!"

Joyce abruptly got up from the bed and ran her way to the shoulder holster next to her pillow.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden rise in my sleep or if my body was not adapting, Joyce's perception of the street outside the bungalow disappeared, and his mind was groggy.

It was only after his heart was pounding and he was wheezing for a while that Joyce felt better.

"The danger is not far from me. ”

His physical state eased slightly, and Joyce's sense of the outside of the bungalow disappeared at the critical moment of anxiety, and immediately pulled the Sarota pistol out of the holster.

Although the perception has not spread, Joyce's open eyes have once again produced a different visual sense.

"My eyes!"

Joyce's concentration gradually increased, and even when he wasn't looking in the mirror, he could notice the difference in his eyes.

At this time, if there were other people in the bedroom, they would see that Joyce's left eye was like a compass, faintly with a delicate brilliance, and his right eye, on the side of the pupil, appeared a swirl of brilliance.

Fortunately, Joyce's eyes did not appear to be strange for long, and he recovered quickly.

"The second floor is not very high, you can open the window and jump in. This was a dangerous response that Joyce had long considered.

Not hearing anything out of the ordinary, Joyce tried to close his eyes again, trying to find the sensation of falling asleep and radiating his senses.

Joyce's perception of his surroundings returned, and spread to the inside and outside of the bungalow.

"Are you gone?"

This time, Joyce didn't spot the old man in the cloak on the street before.

The bungalow at No. 45 Abby Cross Street, First Avenue, is not far from the No. 46 bungalow where Joyce lives, so it should be considered a neighbor to be exact.

Joyce spotted a sheepdog staring solemnly outside House 45, constantly looking here and around, sniffing and sniffing.