In the small shop of Memory, Jory stared at the old man's body.

The power of domination is currently exploiting the ability to suck blood to heal physical wounds, and in the process of sucking blood, it can also capture souls and provide them as collectibles, dominating collected souls, using them as a source of power......

Therefore, Jory, who is particularly sensitive to blood, can sense the blood flow in the old man's body at close range. Domination is a way for foragers to smell their prey, allowing Jory to distinguish between "prey".

And this old man's blood gave Jory a feeling of extreme disgust, other living forms, the blood in the body is at most slow flowing, similar to the fleshless demon of the void creature, and it will not be like this old man, which makes Jory have the illusion of "anorexia" and "disgust".

But the old man's obscure soul fluctuations, less than a meter away, Qiao Li could clearly feel the invisible fluctuations emanating from the old man's spirit. Just like releasing a special band of energy matter, with the power of domination, Jory can feel the signal of this spiritual energy within the effective range.

The corrupted body, the obscure mental fluctuations sealed in the rotten body, the two points are connected together, and the connection between the two points instantly allows Jory to connect the cause and effect.

After a moment of silence, Jory chuckled in a deep voice, "Do you have any flame spell marks in your store?" ”

Jory didn't say anything about the anomaly he noticed in one breath, he was still like a normal customer, asking the boss about the topic of goods.

Who knew that for Jori, the old man shook his head very simply. The entertainment pseudo-spell mark in the store was not taken from the soul of a creature, and the old man claimed to have made it himself with wave mana and ice mana. In other words, the old man did not understand fire-type spells.

At the beginning, he was overshadowed by the lava lord in the quenching volcano, and Jory almost died in the high energy of the lava lord's five drops of fire source blood essence, but after Jory relived through the doppelganger of the mist, he not only absorbed one of the drops of blood essence, but also got extremely strong heat resistance, and he could bathe in a spring breeze at a high temperature of about 1,200 degrees, which also caused Jory to become unaccustomed to low temperatures.

Now he likes the hot climate, and he also has a soft spot for flames, and when he heard the boss say that there are only cold mana spells in the store. His interest immediately dropped by half.

Just as Jory was about to speak again. The pupils of his eyes dilated for a moment, and all the communicative words that came to his lips were blocked.

The separated blood can be attached to the material outside the body, and Jory can use the differentiated blood. A vague perception of the situation around the blood. Blur and sharpness vary depending on the distance. And at this very moment. The blood stains that had been quietly covering Kailo's clothes had finally made Jory sense something he was interested in.

Jory, whose eyes had become dazed, turned his head to look at the old man. His sloppy and unfocused eyes stared at the old man, and he seemed to be distracted, but he actually showed a smile of clear self-consciousness: "Old man, the blood will no longer flow, and his life will not last long." The condition of your body, maybe I have a way to fix it, hey, hey...... We'll talk about it next time. ”

Obviously, Qiao Li's eyes were dazed, but he said this clear sentence very strangely, and in the wrinkles on the old man's face gradually tightened, Qiao Li chuckled gloomily, as if his sloppy gaze saw something that made him extremely happy. As soon as he finished speaking, before the old man could reply, Jori's whole body disintegrated into a blood dance and quickly floated away from the store.

"Old Jack, how do you sell this set of incantation Inca fur?"

A guest came over very familiarly, pinched the fur label in his hand and asked the old man. However, Old Jack just silently looked at the direction where the blood mist flew, ignored the inquiries of regular customers, turned around and walked into the inner room of the store with old steps, and gently closed the door, showing that he did not want to continue to do business today.

The guest who was about to buy something was directly in place, he didn't know what to do with the leather in his hand, and it was absolutely impossible for him to take advantage of Old Jack's absence, and if he did, the City Watch and Tracker would definitely let the greedy guy die a miserable death.

The reason for all this is only from a sentence from Jory.

Old Jack locked himself in the inner room of the shop and locked himself in the workshop. Looking up, Old Jack's gaze swept across the room of spell mark molds, his gray-black cloudy eyes fixed on a bloodstained workbench.

Blood no longer flows, and life will not last long? But who knows how long Old Jack has been living like this!

The life that was young and enthusiastic is gone, and now Jack's rotten and corrupted body, all he can do is continue to complete his hard work.

Walking to the workbench filled with the smell of blood, Old Jack silently took off his cloak, revealing his thin body, he took a mold stained with black and red blood, took a piece of leather and pressed it on it, reached out to pick up the razor on the table, Old Jack lifted the sleeve of his clothes.

The arm with dark red granulation was no longer visible, and this arm seemed to have been destroyed by countless sharp blades, and then Old Jack held this arm flat above the mold, and his other razor cut through the rotten flesh of this arm, and the filthy blood flowed down and dripped into the carved hollow of the mold.

In the blink of an eye, filthy blood filled the hollow of the mold, and the leather pressed underneath was printed with a unique blood-colored engraving. Old Jack put down his razor and put his hands on the edge of the workbench. The cold wind gradually swirled in the workshop, and the thin clothes on Jack's body gradually flew up, and he was on the workbench with his hands, and the blood from his left arm flowed down the workbench, but Jack was unaware.

The gray and cloudy eyes gradually lit up with an ice-blue glow, and the whirlwind of the cold air surged against Jack's coat, and a layer of frost visible to the naked eye spread, and the white frost slowly froze the mold......

The blood is no longer flowing, and the life will be short? No matter what day his life will end, until his blood is gone, and when he can no longer make spell marks, Old Jack will not stop making spell marks.

Old Jack's ice-blue eyes were persistent and serious, his eyes exuding cold air were staring closely at the mold on the table, without the pain of aging life, and some were just meticulous and solemn.

His body is getting worse and worse, the blood in his body is getting less and less, and it is becoming more and more difficult for Old Jack to make mana "pseudo-spell seals", but when the day comes when he can no longer move, he will still stay in front of his workbench and leave his hard work behind.

……

Jory on the other side didn't know that an old man who had already been tormented by pain and bad luck once again accelerated the production of spell marks regardless of his body because of Jory's casual words.

Just now he was in the store, and he really felt the blood stains he had left on Kylo's clothes, and Jory didn't let go of this mad dog who had slaughtered him like a fat sheep. When Jory senses that the blood stains that have been divided are no longer moving, he can't wait to observe the terrain and prepare for how to kill Kylo silently.

If you don't kill this scum who wants to kill yourself for the first time in her life, Jory can't be calm!

The blood mist floated out of the eastern trading area of the city, and Jory relied on the sense of blood stains as he drifted towards the north of the city against the ground. The bustle of the trading area quickly faded back, the noise gradually quieted down, and the more liberal atmosphere became oppressive.

The shops of the trade district are rarely seen here, and the dark-hued buildings are tall towers that form a tightly divided open space, and armed guards can often be seen patrolling through.

The solemn atmosphere, the oppressive architecture, the northern part of the main city that exudes the smell of metal and iron, it is here that the blood stains that Jory senses stop moving.

Kylo, Mira, humble servants, domineering masters, they are just north of the city!

In the past, Bruno clearly told Jory that the area with the most strict order in Gulenhar, the area where Xiaoxiao did not dare to act rashly and violate the regulations, this is the ...... Chengbei Combat Readiness Zone!

(The "finance" mentioned in the first two chapters, I don't plan to write about business wars or any messy things, this is just an idea of the protagonist, and it has nothing to do with my main line of thought, it just caused me to trigger the old Jack person, in addition to Jack, there are also related sorcerers, spell marks...... (To be continued......)