Faust laughed playfully, and when the atmosphere of the occult organization had almost been exhausted, he stopped his vulgar and classic laughter.

But the matter is not over, Faust has only solved a trivial little problem. He naturally frowned after hiding his smile, and the transformation of his expression was not abrupt at all.

He said bitterly, "Brother Squeala, I can understand the difficulties of the secret organization, but the secret method of killing the eldest son of the city lord is too radical. I mean, there's got to be an easier way. "Erase his memory, or even send him to the mayor, you goddamn fool.

This time Faust hid his subtext well—it was hard to do in front of a high-level psychic mancer, but Faust had the protection to block out all psychic detection, and he just had to keep himself from falling. It's not simple at all, Faust turned his subcutaneous muscles into astral ooze, completely eliminating all micro-expressions.

Therefore, Faust's face was quite wonderful, his whole face drooped and faintly blue, which made him look a little terrible, but it was undoubtedly a full expression of his anger.

Faust was not angry, of course, he was just complaining about Squealer, suggesting that he hurry up with a solution that had already been prepared - Faust knew that he must have this thing.

Sure enough, Squealer was not in a hurry at all, he calmly comforted Faust, "Brother Faustus, you don't have to worry, John's death is indeed a troublesome matter, but it can't be a good thing." ”

Faust thoughtfully said, "What do you mean......" Faust had no clue about it. Blaming the Greenwood family? Not to mention the city lord's intelligence agency, it's not a good idea to mess with Greenwood for no reason. The city lord is not really a fool, he may not be a genius with a lot of wisdom, but he is by no means a person who can be easily fooled.

Squealer didn't continue to sell Guanzi, maybe he was also in a hurry, and without Faust's words, he announced the answer, "We can resurrect him, and do a little bit in the process of resurrection......"

Faust didn't understand why he hadn't done it before, he had the opportunity to be alone with John, and he could do it whenever he wanted.

Squealer seemed to see Faust's question, "You must be curious why I didn't do this before, right, Brother Faustus?"

"First of all, I am the chief of staff of the city lord, and although I am also the teacher of the eldest young master, I have very little time to meet in private - not that I boast, I am the most trusted subordinate of the city lord, so I have to avoid being too close to any of his heirs. Therefore, I have no room to do so. Squealer began to explain why he hadn't done it before.

"Secondly, I need your help to accomplish what I want to do. With that, Squealer stared at Faust expectantly.

Faust was now full of curiosity, he was extremely curious about Squealer's resurrection and the hands and feet he was going to move, and this curiosity was like a kitten, gently scratching Faust's heart.

"Of course I'm here to help, Brother Squeala. Faust was succinct in expressing his support, and he couldn't wait to see Squealer's miracles.

Seeing that Faust agreed, Squealer stopped along, picked up John's head and walked over to the limp body in his chair.

John's body was still bleeding, staining almost his entire outfit red, but Squealer didn't care. Ignoring the blood, he put John's head where it should be.

The incision that Squealer had made before was so smooth that now that he had reattached his head to his neck, the fracture was still tightly sealed, and if it weren't for the blood sprayed everywhere, Faust would have thought that John's head had never fallen.

But his head just fell off, and he couldn't press it back no matter what, and as soon as Squealer let go, John's dead head was going to fall again.

Faust hurriedly took two steps forward and reached out to hold John's head, "Brother Squealer, I think we need to stitch up his wounds, or we may have to resurrect a headless horseman." ”

"You have a point, Brother Faustus. Squealer agreed, but he was clearly not the kind of person who carried a needle and thread with him. Faust was also curious about how he sutured it.

Squealer's eyes lit up with a glittering glow, and a slight buzz echoed in the air. He stretched out his right hand, and soon a white bone needle pierced the flesh of his fingertips, growing like a sprout from the ground.

The needle is about two inches long with a slight curvature, making it ideal for suturing the human body. The needle quickly detached itself completely from Squealer's fingertip and floated in mid-air, and Faust took a closer look to see that it was a slender blood vessel tightly connected to the end of the bone needle, through which Squealer was manipulating the bone needle.

He drove the needle up and down over John's neck wound, using the thin veins at the back as sutures to bridge the rift between John's brain and body. Squealer was far faster than the most skilled surgeon, and the stitches were so fine that from a distance all you could see was a thin pink mark, like a natural line on her neck.

Faust felt the spiritual energy that reverberated in the air, and he saw that it was a spiritual self-shaping spiritual energy, and he smelled the unique scent of sandalwood.

"What's this ability called?" Faust asked, this is an amazing ability that can generate tools from its own limbs. And—Faust looked at the ever-lengthening capillaries—this ability also seemed to include manipulation of his own body structure.

The most important thing is that Faust found that the level of this spiritual energy is not high, slightly higher than the ordinary second-level spiritual energy, but it is definitely not comparable to any third-level spiritual ability, Faust has not yet reached the peak of the second-level spiritual energy, but he has a rare talent in the self-shaping system, and he is confident that he will master this spiritual energy immediately.

"This is the source and starting point of the transformation of the limbs, the series of psionic energies that I have created. Squealer stitched and proudly explained to Faust, "If you want to learn, I can leave it to you, Brother Faustus." ”

"That's a great thank you. Faust laughed at the other man's kindness.

Teaching a second-level psionic ability isn't a lot of effort, especially if both are psychic warlocks. They don't have to bother with semantics and comprehension, an unreserved explanation, an unhindered memory, in less than ten minutes, with the end of the stitching, Faust has also mastered the main point of this psychic ability, as long as he goes back and studies it for a while, he can do the same thing as Squealer.