For example, the question he asked seems simple, but it actually contains a question that needs to be verified.

First of all, he has already deduced that the level of the transcendent should be sequence 9 to sequence 1, plus the so-called taking the secret fruit to become a transcendent, then the result of his bold speculation is that the secret fruit is also distinguished by sequence, and there is a high probability that it is equivalent to the transcendent; Then there is the selectable secret fruit in Captain Oscar's mouth, which shows a possibility, and there are many kinds of secret fruits, otherwise the word "pick" would not be used.

And this is the doubt he wants to confirm from the mouth of this "little white face": how many types of secret fruits or transcendental ones are there?

At this time, the white three-eyed face calmly replied: "Sequence 9 of the thirteen divine paths, any one is sufficient." ”

Yay, thirteen! That's really okay...... Sean waved his fist excitedly in his heart and fell into deep thought.

What does the Way of God mean? According to the "Travels in Ancient Rome" I saw earlier, ancient Rome was promoted to Sequence 1 and became a god, so does the path of God mean that the transcendent person is promoted from Sequence 9 to Sequence 1 to become a god...... Sean pondered while analyzing, and vaguely seemed to understand the systematic relationship between the transcendent and the secret fruit.

Just as he was about to ask the other party what the thirteen ways were, he suddenly remembered that the result of such a question might most likely be due to lack of authority, so he rolled his eyes and asked, "Is the way of the gods of the mob also possible?" ”

He wanted to see if the Sequence 9 mob in the "Vortex" commission was one of the divine paths.

However, the white three-eyed human face replied without hesitation: "Mob is not the way of God." ”

No?

Sean was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that his understanding seemed to have entered a misunderstanding, the secret fruit recipe sold in the "Vortex" commission was a sequence 9 mob, but it did not mean that the mob was the name of one of the paths.

Even, most likely, the mob is the name of a certain pathway sequence 9.

Thinking of this, Sean suddenly brightened up and had a clearer judgment of the world of the transcendent.

So, he tentatively asked, "Which way is the mob in sequence 9?" ”

"Insufficient permissions."

Really...... Shaun was not surprised at all, and was about to say "Enter the time", when he suddenly felt tired, and then he felt dizzy, and the world in front of him began to distort and blur......

Hula!

Sean pulled his face out of the sink, and the water splashed on the floor.

"How did I get out!?"

Sean wiped a handful of water from his face, his eyes were full of anxiety and doubt, but the next moment, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly rushed out of the bathroom to the living room, looked at the clock, compared to the time he entered the bathroom, five minutes had passed at this time.

So is it a time limit? No, I remember that before I came out, I seemed to feel very tired, and then I suddenly came out...... Sean vaguely grasped something, but was unable to prove it due to the lack of information, so he gritted his teeth and ran into the bathroom again.

He took a deep breath and sank his face into the sink again, the cold tap water pouring down his throat as he endured the pain and waited to re-enter the room.

However, the familiar mysterious room did not appear, but instead appeared with a sharp pain that seemed to be pierced by ten thousand needles, and he almost didn't even scream, and his eyes were black and fainted......

......

At night, the Garden Street looks a little bleak in the autumn breeze.

Under the bright light of the gas street lamp, a middle-aged man wearing a black round hat and a trench coat of the same color was smoking the cigarette in his hand one by one.

He leaned slightly against the lamp pole, his shadow stretched long, and as the gray smoke filled around his body, he pressed the round hat on his head that was about to be blown away by the night wind, and at the same time naturally looked at the house in the distance, 34 Garden Street.

"Hell, am I dizzy? How could I take such an inexplicable commission? Alas, this time I lost, I said how can there be a pie in the sky in this world. ”

“...... Damn, it's been in for most of the day, why hasn't this kid come out yet, is it possible that Lao Tzu has to stand and wait for him all night? ”

"Nope! I can't do that! My connie is still waiting for me at the bar, I haven't ...... in days."

The middle-aged man cursed and scolded, and was suddenly stunned, and then, he saw his shadow elongated and twisted like a rubber band, and then, a jagged crack appeared in the shadow's black chin area, and the crack slowly cocked to the sides, bending a strange mouth.

"No ......"

The middle-aged man was terrified, but the next moment he saw his shadow burrowing into his body like flowing water.

After a slight tremble, he slowly straightened up, the whites of his eyes were already filled with black, and after moving his neck a little stiffly, he threw half of the cigarette in his hand to the ground with a look of disgust, and then walked towards House 34 not far away.

His steps were slow and difficult, and at first he was even a little uncoordinated, like a robot with a disordered program, but as he stepped out step by step, his steps became more and more stable, and the sound of his footsteps became smaller and quieter, until at last he was like a soldier who had been tempered for a long time, and the distance he crossed with each step was exactly the same, or even silent.

He quickly came to the door of the house, and as he tapped on it, he pulled a revolver from the inner pocket of his trench coat.

The night breeze also seemed to be affected by the tense atmosphere of the scene, paused slightly, and the middle-aged man saw that no one opened the door, so his eyes narrowed, and he slowly stretched out his other hand and pressed it on the door.

Then, his bone-white left hand slowly extended a black, arm-like shadow, which crawled like a snake and crept through the crack in the door, only to hear a "click" and the door creak open.

The next moment, the middle-aged man lowered his head and pressed the round hat on his head, and walked in with a pistol very casually.

The door closed silently, and the middle-aged man looked around the dim living room in front of him, sensed it slightly, and locked his eyes on the quiet bathroom.

The next second, he quietly walked to the door of the bathroom and pushed the door open, just in time to see Sean lying motionless on the ground.

Well?

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, but did not hesitate too much, but raised the revolver in his hand and shot Sean in the head without hesitation.

Bang bang......

The middle-aged man quickly emptied the bullets in the revolver, a full six rounds, and looked at Sean, whose head was already bloody in front of him, and he showed a satisfied and cruel smile.

However, the next moment, his body stiffened, and a blood hole instantly appeared at the right temple, and then the blood hole expanded five times in a row, and this blood hole directly burst, blowing off half of his head.