In the dark basement, Joyce clutched the metal figure in her right hand, secretly tense, ready to throw it out if something went wrong.

"The figure was not naked, but was struck in metal and sat cross-legged, with a protruding pendant hole on its head, and appeared to be a woman. Joyce's thoughts, as the metal figure's lips squirmed, came out of the figure's mouth.

"Did I inadvertently let it speak?"

Joyce looked strange, vaguely aware of it.

Silently adjusting his mind to keep the metal figure from talking, Joyce recalls the young slave being sucked to death by the metal figure.

"Perhaps my subconscious had the idea of letting the young slave die, and the matter would be over as soon as he died. Joyce thought about it, and the metal figure in his hand really stopped talking.

"Boom!"

For a moment, Joyce deliberately made the metal figure speak, and thought about the sound of the cannonball exploding, and the metal figure's lips squirmed slightly, revealing the sound of the explosion he imagined.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Joyce began to imagine the sound of the roulette machine gun again, and sure enough, the metal figure made a continuous movement from his mouth.

If there were other people in the western-style building at this time, I am afraid that they would be frightened by the sound of machine guns spitting out of the mouth of the metal figure.

"Joyce, you piece of shit, are you in trouble again?" In Joyce's imagination, the metal figure's mouth revealed the roar of Intelligence Chief Bodan Arthur.

"The voice and tone are exactly the same!"

Joyce couldn't help but sigh in horror, wondering if holding a metal figure in his hand was like a treasure.

For Joyce, the onomatopoeia of metal figures is too magical, but because he doesn't know about portraits, it's a big burden to hold them.

"This metal figure is not watching my thoughts, but what I think in my heart, and I can actively make the portrait speak, and touching this portrait may be the key to singular vocalization. Joyce tried to place the metal figure on the ground, backing away from the portrait pendant.

"Joyce, Bernar is the eldest lady of the Rossi family. In Joyce's imagination, the metal figure revealed the voice of Arlin.

It didn't take long for Joyce to recall Elena's voice and tone, and took the initiative to make the metal figure speak, but the figure's lips didn't move.

"Do you have to keep it close to you all the time, or hold it in your hand?"

Joyce's eyes flickered, considering the details of the metal figure's vocalizations, and realized that he had missed a key, and that was his own secret aura.

"The reason why most secret artifacts release power, it should be very important for secret cultivators to use secret qi to urge, and now it is certain that this metal figure has a similar ability to imitate sounds, and as for its ability to suck blood and affect the minds of others, it can be observed when there is a chance in the future. Joyce approached the metal figure again and reached out to pick it up from the ground.

"I don't absorb much of my secret energy. ”

Joyce tried to let go of her perception and the secret aura in her body, allowing the metal figure to speak again.

"It's such a magical secret object, but where to put it, the secret of this metal figure, it seems that not only that, it feels strange to wear it, and there is a secret cultivation in the MIA, and it is likely to be discovered with it. Joyce didn't let the metal figure speak, muttering to herself.

Returning to the stone slab in the center of the basement to sit cross-legged, Joyce took the metal figure and thought about it, but did not seize the time to cultivate the Qi Sense Running Path of the Heavenly Barbarian Gong.

"Even if I go to the underground market today and find a secret object that can be seen, I will face the current dilemma when I buy it!" Joyce took off the silver essence necklace and fiddled with the lock coffin pendant.

Prior to this, Joyce had already discovered other spaces where the mechanical lock coffin existed, but this lock coffin had dense cracks, blocking the rotation of the other eleven fruits of the raised lines on the coffin surface, and he had no good way to solve this problem for the time being.

"There's only one space for things, but it's occupied by the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede, do you want to move that drop of black liquid out?" Joyce flicked one of the fruits embedded in the coffin in one hand, and after a fine click, pushed the lid of the coffin up with his thumb.

"Trumpet!"

Joyce looked at the drop of black liquid suspended in the locked coffin, not sticking to the coffin wall, and thought to himself, but the lips of the metal figure on his other hand squirmed.

"Could it be that the metal figure can absorb the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede?" Joyce was surprised as the metal figure's wriggling lips sucked the black liquid out of the locked coffin.

"It's money, and the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede are quite unusual!" Joyce was slightly startled, resisting the impatience in his heart, and watched closely as the metal figure absorbed the black liquid.

Although Joyce didn't plan to absorb the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede himself, he didn't want to cheapen others, and he couldn't do anything about giving people the mysterious properties for nothing.

If he could find a noble child, Joyce wouldn't mind selling the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede, but the situation was not good, and he was somewhat worried that he would be followed and watched, or that the matter would be revealed and people would be caught.

"There won't be any accidents, if the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede are scrapped along with the metal figurines, I'll lose a lot!" Joyce whispered dryly.

Joyce, who understood a little bit of the strangeness of metal figures, was not proficient in the manipulation of portraits, and it was somewhat an accident for him to absorb black liquids at this time.

As the metal figure's lips squirmed, the black liquid was sucked into dense black threads, which soon completely submerged into the figure's mouth.

The basement was silent, and Joyce found no signs of poisoning or cursed condition.

The cold, slightly heavy metal figure was in Joyce's hands, as if it had no consciousness of its own.

"That's it?"

Joyce grinned, thinking of the milky liquid that had been hidden in the figure's mouth after the metal figure had absorbed the young slave's blood.

"It's out!"

As if in response to Joyce's thoughts, a rich, milky liquid was faintly about to flow out of the metal figure's mouth.

"Saliva or vomit, the result of absorbing blood and the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede? Joyce didn't let the milky liquid from the metal figure's mouth completely drain out, and he wouldn't touch it easily.

"I hope this milky liquid is valuable, otherwise I will lose the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede. Joyce thought of the metal figure sucking the milky liquid back, and soon it was no longer visible in the figure's mouth.

"The lock coffin is empty, and I don't know if I can fit the metal figure in it. As Joyce pondered, he focused more on the silver necklace pendant.

Normally, there is not much space in the lock coffin pendant, and it can't fit a metal figure, but Joyce, who found that the lock coffin space is different through his right eye, doesn't think so.

"Wow!"

Joyce held the left hand of the locked coffin, revealing a secret aura of essence and light, and submerged into the locked coffin, which soon made the small space of the coffin glow with misty brilliance.

"Shut up. ”

With his previous experience, Joyce was worried that the metal figure would absorb the misty brilliance of the locked coffin.

Under Joyce's gaze, the two plump lips of the metal figure closed, and the misty brilliance of the locked coffin pulled the figure into the coffin.

"The lock coffin is not enlarged, and it looks like a metal figure has shrunk into it. Joyce's eyes widened, and she couldn't hide her excitement.

"Click!"

Closing the casket, Joyce smiled slightly.

"It's a pity, the lock coffin is still broken, there are eleven fruits that can't be turned, otherwise maybe they can be redeemed with a password, and it will be difficult for anyone else to open it except me, but I always carry the lock coffin with me, and I don't have to worry too much about being stolen. Joyce muttered and put on the silver necklace pendant.

Over the course of his life, Joyce felt that he had become more and more oily as he learned a little bit about the mysteries, which may have been a kind of growth.

"The mysterious characteristics of the cursed centipede are gone, and I can also report to the department, and the mysterious characteristics have been absorbed by me, so that I have the ability to become a secret cultivator in the future, which is justified. Joyce thought it was a mistake and created an opportunity for him.

"It's just today, I'm going to go to the place in the evening. ”

Having made up his mind, Joyce began to practice the Heavenly Barbarian Gong, urging the special path of the secret qi in his body to flow.

The days were shorter in winter, and before the sun went down, the handymaid Laren Strong had returned from buying food, but she didn't see Joyce.

It was dark and it was only when Elena and Teresa returned that Joyce was in the basement of the house.

Joyce's cultivation was not disturbed by the people in his family, and he felt the muscles in his body swell and sore, and he dispersed the cultivation seal on his own.

The thick vapor of his body slowly disappeared, and Joyce let out a long breath of turbid air, got up from the stone slab and moved.

"In order to let people know that I have absorbed the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede, do I need to call for help?" Joyce wondered how she could behave to reduce the suspicion of others.

"I'm not so good, it's a bit exaggerated to call to death, it's better to be lewd and happy, or to behave gloomily. Joyce's expression shifted slightly, and she was already packing her things.

Through the snooping of her left eye, Joyce saw that Berna was leaving at Rossi Surgical Hospital.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that the vague thought in my heart that I wanted you to die would really hurt you!" Joyce whispered, as if to the young slave.

Berna Rossi undoubtedly saw the dried corpse of the young slave and found the wound on his right thigh, but she had no clue for a moment in the face of such a strange and strange thing, after all, when she bought the young slave from the War Depository, it was not normal.

Joyce took her things out of the basement and went upstairs to take a shower, deliberately avoiding Elena and Teressa, who were helping out in the kitchen.

"I have a house in Herb Street, and if I don't have anything to do after a while, I'll have to find an excuse to move out on my own, so that I can better explore the mysteries. Joyce, who had soaked her clothes, felt that it was still not convenient to have Elena and Teresa in the western-style building.