"Chris, hurry, hurry, we're going to Detroit!"

Although Chris says he has no other way, Mordo still does not agree to risk Wendy's life.

So the two could only continue to wait for each other around Wendy's house while waiting for the arrival of the necromancer.

Mordo suddenly ran to Chris with a stack of newspapers, spread them out in front of him, and said hurriedly.

"What's going on?"

Chris asked, his eyes on the newspaper. At this time, the main way to spread news was television and newspapers, although the timeliness of newspapers was not as fast as that of television.

I saw that this newspaper reprinted a news, which was the news of Detroit, the city of automobiles.

"There was a sudden disaster at the racetrack, and 348 people died at the scene, and some people said they had seen the death omen. ”

Seeing this, Chris suddenly stood up, "The necromancer has done it again, go, go to Detroit." ”

Things are really as Mordo guessed, and the other party no longer stares at Wendy, but chooses someone else. But they can't protect everyone who has mystical talents.

"This is yesterday's newspaper, yesterday's news, which means that if we go now, we may find clues about the other party. ”

Chris hurriedly stood up and began to turn the portal with the suspension ring, saying so.

However, after turning for a long time, the portal did not come out for a long time.

"I forgot, I haven't been to Detroit, I can't orient myself to my heart. ”

Although the 'Spatial Teleportation Technique' is very powerful, it also needs to be positioned, and it is positioned with the impression in your heart, as long as you have been there, you can have an impression in your heart.

But if you've never been there, and you're just looking at an image from a picture or video, you can't use it as a location.

Mordo blinked and looked at Chris, "I haven't been there either." ”

Chris had a question mark on his face, "You haven't been there either?"

"I've only been to places where there's been mysteries, and there's nothing mysterious about Detroit, so I haven't been. ”

"Go to the airport!"

···

In a hurry, Chris and Mordo finally arrived in Detroit at 8 p.m.

Now in 1996, it was still the glory moment of the city, and the automobile industry was booming, but as time went by, the city slowly became decaying, and the automobile industry gradually lost its competitiveness.

This eventually led to the bankruptcy of the city.

Detroit is a city of automobiles, and naturally there are many racing tracks for racing.

Besides, this terrible disaster happened just yesterday, and the location of the accident is easy to find.

Outside the West Side.

Chris and Mordo arrive at the ruined race track, where the lights are bright, the machines are roaring, and the living or corpses buried underneath are being exhumed.

In such an accident, rescue is naturally the most important, and as for the favorite off-duty time, there is definitely no one.

"There's a discovery, there's a trace of magic here!"

Chris's spiritual power cultivated through meditation was very delicate and sensitive, and when he came to the area around the racetrack, his spiritual power was keenly aware of the traces of magic inside.

Chris's gaze was like a layered scan, spreading from top to bottom, following mental perception, and finally landing on the ruined cement block.

This is a less formal wild racetrack, built completely out of specification, with cement roofs, and the entire spectator space of the racetrack is all made of cement.

That's why so many casualties can be caused.

"The other party should have caused the problem of the car with mental power, and then damaged the pillar support and roof of the audience platform with magic, and the cement fell directly and smashed the audience. There is a great limit to the spiritual power to pry reality, and with the other party's spiritual power, it is definitely not enough to pry the cement pillar. ”

Chris compared himself, with his current mental strength, he couldn't do it. He could only move small items.

When Mordo heard Chris's words, he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly asked, "Can you track it?"

Chris nodded, "It should work." ”

This time, when the other party casts a spell, he will leave a trail of magic, and he has already collected the breath of the other party.

Chris pulled out his purse and emptied the breath balloon inside.

The thumb, middle finger, and ring finger of his right hand were interlocked, and the tail finger and index finger were opened, and between the surging magic power, he saw that the magic power of the five fingers on his right hand converged and rotated, forming a magic array.

Chris's right hand stamped towards the breath balloon, and in an instant, the storm ball shone as if it had been charged, like a light bulb that emitted light.

As soon as he let go, the bulb took off in an instant, heading towards the racetrack.

Left, right, right, up and down, the wind signal constantly swayed in the racetrack, although it flew to the right in an instant.

"Go to the city, go, keep up!"

Chris flashed away, following the swift wind ball with a flash, while Mordo tapped his boots with a baguette and saw a flash of light on the boots, flowing like mercury.

Then, Mordo ran towards the wind signal.

Mordo's whole person seemed to be incarnated as a wind, and the pace of running was extremely fast, not under the car at all, like a gale, moving forward at great speed.

I thought it was in the city, but the wind signal quickly swept through the city and continued to move forward, but it was headed east of Detroit.

Chasing all the way, Chris and Mordo followed one after the other, and followed the typhoon signal directly out of Detroit.

However, to Mordo's relief, the speed of the wind ball gradually slowed down, and his speed slowed down.

Despite taking physical potions and having the support of magic power, for Mordo, running from the west to the east of Detroit also made him look a little out of breath.

glanced at Chris, but saw that the other party's breathing was still even, and there was no shortness of color.

"It's here!"

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the moonlight was also hazy, and the eyes could not see it really. But the two people's need for light is far less urgent than ordinary.

As soon as the spiritual power was swept away, he knew that the front was the place where the other party depended.

Cemetery!

This is a cemetery, and it is easy for the spiritual power to perceive that there are a large number of tombstones erected in front of it, and the whole place is full of dead air.

It is not the death gas of an ordinary cemetery, but also a more cold death gas, a death gas that has lingered for a long time and has changed qualitatively.

It is normal for there to be dead air in the cemetery, but when it is often irradiated by the sun, the dead air will slowly dissipate, and it will not accumulate at all to achieve qualitative change.

And there is a qualitative change of dead air here, and there is only one reason, and someone is involved in it with spells.