The purple moon at night is like a demonic cloud.

At 46 Abby Cross Street, First Avenue in Burjohn's District, Joyce, with the help of a man's coachman, took all the clothes into the bungalow at once.

"Thank you for your help. ”

He took out two copper burunds from his pocket and gave them to the coachman, and Joyce couldn't help but feel that it was still very expensive to rent a carriage.

"Is this the difference between taking a taxi and taking a bus?"

Closing the door of the bungalow, Joyce hurriedly carried the lamp upstairs, and did not even arrange the clothes package in the door.

Taking a quick look at the bungalow, Joyce didn't care about the owner, Ms. Sophia, if he had left everything behind, he wanted to make sure that there were no people and anomalies in the bungalow.

At this time, Joyce's heart was beating fast, and he didn't know if it was because of his rapid movement or because he was nervous and scared.

After taking some toilet paper from the bathroom, Joyce brought two more towels and finally went to the basement of the bungalow.

With the brilliance of the kerosene lamp in hand, Joyce carefully observed the basement and blocked the vents with a towel, even the cracks in the doors, and stuffed tissue.

The lock was hung tightly on the door bar, and Joyce's expression changed, revealing a touch of ruthlessness.

"Now. ”

Walking to the center of the relatively empty basement and sitting down, Joyce opened his left palm and concentrated on spitting out the secret text.

A round furnace lid mark slowly appeared in the left palm, and there was no brilliance, and Joyce could only feel a burning and stinging pain.

"Zi!

With the imprint of the Ding furnace lid of the coiling dragon texture, the color became darker and darker, and after a while, the blood-red light was released, and Joyce's left palm also made a sound.

"Out. ”

Joyce gritted her teeth, and the secret text seemed to come out of her mouth.

At this time, Joyce was no longer in the pain of the barbecue, he was more thinking about releasing the blood-red furnace from the palm of his hand.

If there were outsiders in the basement, I am afraid that they would find that a small round-bellied Ding Furnace entity was emerging from the brilliance of Joyce's left palm.

"Whew!"

Joyce's forehead was bruised, sweat overflowed from his body, and he kept taking deep breaths to adjust his physical state.

After a while, until the small furnace that could circle his two fingers completely detached from Joyce's left palm, he was already sweating and feeling prostration.

The entire basement was shrouded in the blood-red glow of the Ding Furnace, leaving the evil cult with nowhere to hide.

"It doesn't seem to be very hot. ”

Joyce stared at the furnace and then looked at the converging light in his left palm.

"Brilliance is not a fainting!"

Joyce saw the converging light of his palm, radiating outward, merging into the furnace to be absorbed, and his charred palm was also recovering.

The pain was significantly reduced, and the brilliance that overflowed from Joyce's left palm was like the wisdom of the Ding Furnace.

"If something curious doesn't shine and reverts to the condition of the previous keychain, you might as well consider hiding it. Joyce remembered the quaint touch he had when he picked up the furnace on the mountain.

"Whew!"

The brilliance of the furnace dimmed as Joyce had expected, but it was a dark crimson.

"This furnace is out of my control!"

Joyce's attempt to control the furnace with his mind failed, and he had a vague premonition.

As Joyce watched, the tiny furnace began to melt, and a ring of magma ripples formed on the surface of the round belly.

"How so?"

Joyce's mind was complicated and anxious, and he didn't know what to do in the face of the changes in the furnace.

An illusory compass eyeball was gradually revealed, and each of the thirty-seven layers of compass eyeballs had one hundred and eight extremely mysterious ancient texts.

"It melted the furnace. ”

Joyce was no stranger to the compass eyeballs, he just didn't expect that the strange furnace brought on Earth would not be able to withstand this thing.

The phantom shadows of the compass eyes rotated forward and backward in layers, absorbing the rich ripples of the melting furnace.

"The entity of this eyeball should have shattered and disappeared, is the phantom still so terrifying?" Joyce suppressed the fear in his heart, but still couldn't help but recall the psychic ritual at Toton Manor.

"Strictly speaking, it's not just Professor Totton's five people, the former owner of this body, who also died because of the compass eyeball. Joyce swallowed dryly, carefully preparing to get up.

At this time, Joyce didn't know, he looked at the left eye of the compass eyeball, as if it was reflected in the layers of compass brilliance.

"Buzz!"

After the melting furnace was completely absorbed, in the precise rotation of the eyeball compass, a rich qi burst out, pouring into Joyce's left eye.

"Ahh

Joyce's left eye was surging with him, and it was too late to run, and the piercing pain was like a knife, and the pain in his head was so severe that he couldn't help but wail.

As Joyce fell to the ground and rolled over, blood-colored cracks flowed out of his lower eye sockets, spreading like bloody tears all over his body, blending with his flesh and blood.

The dense flesh cracks opened in Joyce's figure, but no blood spilled out, making him look extremely frightening.

"I can't hold it anymore, no, at least I'm still conscious, this compass eyeball is probably related to the secret cultivator, and it has no substance. In the unbearable pain, Joyce's sense of survival became resolute.

"Old Bolton said that absorbing the properties of secret objects can be neutralized by meditation. Cracked Joyce no longer struggled, but she also struggled to sit up.

Joyce tried to let go of his spirituality, calm his heart, and hold his mind.

"What to think about, distant mountains, ...... sea"

In the basement, Joyce is not close to nature, so he can only open his mind and think more inclusive scenes.

The illusion of the compass eyeball, pouring into Joyce's left eye, disappeared from the basement not long after.

The dense cracks and blood were also fused with Joyce's flesh and blood, and the cracks on his body were slowly recovering.

I don't know when, the kerosene lamp has long been extinguished, and only the left eye of Joyce's compass in the basement is absorbing strange breaths, as if eliminating traces of strange properties.

By letting go of Joyce, who was meditating on his mind, he vaguely perceived something, the Dead Void, the Black Tower.

The ancient misty, spanning the years and eras, a group of figures are born of virtual reality, slowly moving, exerting fists, feet and claws, and containing the power of the earth.

And with the movements of the virtual and real figures, Joyce even discovered an extremely unique path of human qi sense.

"Is this the law of luck?"

Joyce suppressed her panic and kept her state of mind from her vague perceptions disappearing.

At this time, Joyce was not even sure if he was seeing a vague scene or if he was perceiving it in the dark.

As a herb picker, he can also be regarded as an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and he has a shallow study of the methods of nourishing qi and luck.

However, even if Joyce wanted to retain the vague perception, the Dead Void, the Black Tower, and the unique path of human qi were gone.

In the dark basement, the brilliance was completely extinguished, and Joyce, who fell to the ground, felt less pain, and tried to move, his eyes open, and he could clearly see what was around him in the dark.

"The kerosene lamp is out!"

When he found that the kerosene lamp was turned off and he could still see, Joyce's heart suddenly tightened, and he got goosebumps.

"Eye ......"

Joyce tried to close his left eye, but he could still see with his right eye, alternating between closing his right eye.

Even with her eyes closed, Joyce could sense what was going on in the dark basement.

Joyce, who got up quickly, couldn't care so much, and it was already the greatest blessing for him not to die.

Touching Sarona, who was still carrying the holster on his shoulder, Joyce immediately took off the tissue paper stuffed in the crack of the door and the towel blocking the vent.

Putting the paper in a towel and tying it, Joyce opened the basement door with a kerosene lamp that had been extinguished.

Quickly going upstairs to the cloakroom with the candles lit, Joyce looked at himself in the full-length mirror, and although it was a bit eerie to do so at night, he still wanted to see if there was anything unusual about him.

"Didn't you become a monster and get over the risk of losing control?" Joyce paid special attention to his eyes, and found nothing unusual in the mirror.

"Maybe I can see it without a candle, but why is it so tired, my spirit is a little unbearable......" Joyce felt that everything in the dark was unusually clear, and as his mental fatigue gradually dimmed.

There was no blood on Joyce's earth-colored overalls, and if it weren't for the reality of the situation in the basement, he could still remember that he had never given birth to anything.

"Bang! bang!"

There was a hurried knock on the door downstairs, and it was no longer a knock at night.

"It's coming. ”

Joyce took a deep breath and guessed.

In Joyce's mind, people with bad intentions don't knock on the door.

Hiding the towel with tissue paper tied with it, calming down and walking downstairs quickly, Joyce didn't wait to open the door that was knocked on continuously, and he could see two people faintly through the door.

"Carl and Angela Donna?"

Joyce was no stranger to the feeling of the two outside the door, and when she opened the door, she saw Carl, a lean man in a jacket, who wanted to slap him.

"Why are you here?"

Joyce looked at Carl, whose palms were in the air, and even though he could guess why the two of them came, he said hello.

"Joyce, I heard you've moved to a new house, let's come over and see if we can help. Angela, a burgundy girl with long hair, took over with a light smile.

"Soon after Rupert Sr. had an accident, you rented a new house and lived on your own, which would be very dangerous. Carl, the lean man, couldn't help but say to Joyce.

"It's really uncomfortable, I'm scared to be alone at night, but luckily you came. Joyce let go of the door to the bungalow, not in the slightest attempt to turn them away.

"Haven't you packed your stuff yet?"

Angela inquired about the packages and bags piled up in the door.

"I didn't have time. ”

Joyce smiled embarrassedly and looked at the girl's eyes, hiding the expectation that the other party would help.

"When we move to a new house at night, we need to turn on all the lights, Mr. Carr, since we're here, let's help Joyce." Angela smiled at the man in the jacket.

"It's really tight. ”

Joyce secretly wondered if it was the flies' failure to enter the basement that caused Carl and Angela to be so eager.