"Huh. That's a big move! Come and take a closer look. Van Haixi crouched against the wall and fiddled with the "fresh" headless corpse as he shouted at his new partner.

It's just that Cole didn't come at all, far away, covering his nose with an ugly face.

Fan Haixi smiled, and then continued to observe the object that the corpse was still holding in his hand.

A long strip of paper with strange runes drawn on it, it looked like some kind of uncommon spell rune, but he hadn't seen it at all, and he didn't feel the slightest power from it, and there was no supernatural reaction, it seemed that it should be a toy for some enthusiasts to entertain themselves.

But the prop in the other hand of the corpse made him look at it a few more times.

Walnut, silver, and protective charms written in the Holy Hebrew language, well, it seems to work a little when the evil spirits are near, but the sacredness of silver and the Holy Hebrew language alone is not enough to protect the dead, this is at most a little bit of an evil cardle.

Experienced, he touched the dull silver thread that had been twisted into a ball on the walnut wood, and easily saw the essence of this gadget, it seems that the victim also did a lot of struggles and measures before he died, but unfortunately, his actions did not allow him to avoid doom.

"Come here!!"

It's just that his new partner didn't respond to him, but moved even further.

Fan Haixi looked at the rookie who was following him, a wicked smile flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately tore off a piece of purple flesh from the neck of the corpse, walked over and handed it to him, and said seriously.

"Look, this corpse has been dead for no more than two hours, and the corpse has become so rotten, and the blood in the whole body has disappeared, it seems that this evil spirit has some origins!"

"Vomit !!"

Cole looked at the sparse strip of purple meat, he really couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed into the toilet next to him, this purple disgusting corpse was simply too shocking to his vision, he never imagined that the color and smell of the corpse could be so disgusting.

This is different from the plot he has seen in movies and novels! Shouldn't the witchers always take out the monsters and monsters in front of them with silver swords or two guns? Or do they play cards with the coquettish proprietress in the tavern? Why do you want to do these things?

Why would you inherit your ancestral business and choose to be a demon hunter in a hot head?

Van Heisy looked at Cole who rushed into the toilet retching, smiled evilly and shook his head. The current witchers are really not as good as the generation, can't you stand this thing? I think I and my companions were ...... back then.

It's just that he didn't wait for him to recall for long, after a sound of "z".

Fan Haixi, who was caught in the memory, suddenly clenched his fists, and the gold and silver threads on the back of his hand, which were deep in flesh and blood, suddenly twisted and swam away into a strange flame shape.

Translucent flames surrounded his palm, and the piece of flesh in his palm, which had become corrupt and sparse due to contact with the breath of a living person, had begun to grow with granulation tentacles, greedily gnawing at the flesh in front of him, but it had obviously picked the wrong target.

It was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and only a foul smell lingered in the air.

Van Haysey didn't really care, after all, the smell was much better than the smell of the ghoul's lair.

But this thing looks a little familiar, but it shouldn't be that thing! It's just that it's still being sealed and guarded by the Supreme Divine Court, not to mention that such a low-level thing can't just be made by someone, could it be made by one of your dependents or worshippers?

But it's not impossible, after all, it's about to be the time of the New Moon, and there is no need to think that those dark and foolish things will definitely make a move.

Fan Haixi's brows furrowed unconsciously, and he still had to remind everyone to be more careful, and never to happen again like that in Horseshoe Town eleven years ago.

Thinking of Horseshoe Town, Fan Haixi was not in the mood to stay here, so he took out a bottle of bright red liquid from his pocket and sprinkled it directly on the headless corpse in the corner.

As soon as the liquid was sprinkled, a series of tooth-aching screams kept coming from the corpse, and a lot of rotten flesh on the corpse directly turned into tentacles and continued to grow out of the flesh, unconsciously writhing and intertwining, trying to escape from the corpse.

Unfortunately, after half a day of hard work, they eventually disappeared completely, leaving nothing left.

"Okay, Cole, we have other things to do, it's time to go. ”

Cole quickly walked out of the bathroom, his face blue but noticeably better than before, "Do we leave this body alone?"

Before he could finish speaking, he realized that the corpse leaning against the wall had disappeared without a trace, "You purified it?"

"Yes, isn't it our job to clean up this kind of thing, and then let the world know nothing and live in peace?" Van Haysey replied nonchalantly.

"Speak like a hero in the dark. The new Witcher was a little unwilling, although this corpse was disgusting, it was the first incident he had encountered in his life as a Witcher, and he wanted to solve it perfectly. "But we haven't found out yet, why did it turn out to be like this, and just left?"

Van Heixi opened the door, turned his head to look at Cole who was still arguing in the room, and remembered that when he first participated in the operation, he also wanted to solve the crypt worm perfectly, time really flies, has more than sixty years passed?

"Listen, boy, we still have a mission, the Hesemba family of the Demon Party has started the so-called Holy Blood Sacrifice, they have kidnapped more than a hundred pure women born at 6 o'clock on June 6, you should understand what they want to do, we don't have that much time to investigate here. ”

Cole listened to Van Heisy's words, and shook his head unwillingly, is it just like that, he is really a little unwilling, but as he said, there are still very important things waiting for them, they don't have that much time, after all, compared to the time and tasks here, it is really insignificant. ”

In the end, Cole was reluctant to chase after him, but he still took a picture of the location and house number of the room, and sent it to his friend Chekov, who was a hacker.

I believe that with this information, he will be able to easily find out the owner of the house, and then he will be able to investigate and see what happened to him.

After all, it is now the era of information networks, and the old guys in front of them should have entered the history museum a long time ago.

House of Cards board game bar.

As the last group of players left, Simon sat at the counter, rubbing Laura's head while drinking coffee and waiting for news from Mr. Lauber.

Unfortunately, he hasn't heard from him since the last message he received at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Simon walked out of the store, looked up at the moon overhead, and said to Laura, "There is no news until now, it seems that our Mr. Lawber must have been killed, and I don't know if my two little things have helped." ”

Laura couldn't answer him, but rubbed her head on his thigh affectionately.

Simon paused, then patted it on the head, and took Laura to close the door and pack up the board game.

Twelve o'clock in the night.

In the past, Simon had already gone to rest at this time, after all, now he was mortal, and eating, drinking, and sleeping were the most basic needs.

But now he was sitting in the attic study, his chin propped in his hands, and in front of him was a book with a thick dark green cover.

Only one lamp on the table was lit in the study, and in the dim light, Simon's shadow was long, long.

He looked at the flat book in front of him with mockery, his thoughts rolling, and for a while, his eyes wandered, and endless green light continued to flicker in his eyes.

He had a hunch that his peaceful days would not last long. Simon is still very sure of his hunch, after all, as a one-yuan god, although he is now completely lost in cultivation and in the other world, his spirit is still there, in essence, it is far beyond the hundreds of millions of beings on this planet countless times.

Simon gently opened the book in front of him, looking at the rituals, incantations, and sigils translated from Adoria.

The book contains detailed records of the taboos of various rituals, the uses of various materials and how to obtain them, and even the immutable incantations on the altar are written in phonetic sound.

Simon flipped through the pages one by one, looking at the effects of the various psychic rituals that were constantly improving from simple to difficult in the book, and there was an indescribable mockery in his eyes.

I was able to give up and be reborn, and the book in front of me can be said to be indispensable, I'm afraid no one can think of it.

You must know that at the beginning, he was sealed in a treasure such as the Ten Thousand Transformation Mirror of Returning to the Underworld, and how could it be summoned by ordinary people.

The mirror of Wanhua is cast by the innate spiritual objects of the Hanhai Law Realm, and then it has been sacrificed and worshiped for tens of thousands of years, and the mirror body entrusts the essence of Wanhua Dao for tens of thousands of years, otherwise it would not be called the unity of all transformations.

Even if such a divine object has been eroded by the rift of time and space and wandered to a foreign land, that is not the reason why an ordinary person can summon such an existence from it.

When he took the house, he understood why, the reason for this is that the original host will not understand it after spending his whole life, maybe when he really reaches the last step according to what is written in the book, he may understand a little.

This physical body has an extraordinary psychic talent, and according to the Hanhai Law Realm, it is a yin body that is unique in thousands of miles. In Shinto, it is the best incarnation of the gods, and in the cult it is the superior sacrificial offering.

That's why Simon loves his body so much, he doesn't want to be damaged, for fear of ruining this excellent body, after all, he knows deeply how much role and potential this kind of body with excellent talent will have.