Located more than 100 nautical miles from York Harbour, Seagull Town is a remote town that stands on the island.

The traffic here is not well developed, and it is rarely visited.

Most of the townspeople live here for their livelihood from fishing, and some raise camels.

"You can't even find a light here."

There was a wooden house facing the sea on the edge of the beach outside the town, and after the ugly man got off the speedboat, he turned to Andy who was following him and said:

"But for the transcendent, electricity is a medium that can be used to search for clues, so it's actually an advantage for you."

"This room seems to be a little conspicuous?"

Andy pointed to the wooden house and said, "I live here, won't the townspeople notice the abnormality?" ”

"Of course not."

The ugly man smiled when he heard this, "It's not just you, many people who have offended the royal family will choose to live on this island, including some transcendents. ”

"A lot? Wouldn't that be more likely to be approached? ”

"Normally, but there's something special about this place......"

He seemed to want to explain, but when he opened his mouth, it seemed that he couldn't speak.

So the ugly man said dryly: "All in all, this place is absolutely safe, you can rest assured." ”

"Okay."

Andy shrugged.

He didn't really have anything to worry about, he was just a little curious.

Probably one of the nests of the thieves?

"We have some people here, I will arrange for someone to bring you food and water every day, and there are some books in the house that you can read when you are bored."

"You don't have to worry about whether you will be discovered, as long as you don't leave this island, you can go out and hang out at will, and it doesn't matter if you come into contact with others."

"Study that scroll with peace of mind, we will be able to take you back in about a month, and ...... then"

The ugly man kept admonishing, nagging a lot, and finally patted Andy on the shoulder, "Come on!" ”

He then got into a small speedboat and left, leaving Andy alone by the seaside cabin.

To be honest, looking at the sea from this angle is quite pleasant.

But it's early afternoon, and Andy doesn't plan to stand under the scorching sun

After a few glances at his surroundings, he turned and entered the cabin.

The interior of the wooden house is bright and simple, and you enter a hall with wooden tables, chairs, and lockers.

Across a curtain is a long bedroom.

The bedroom has a hardboard bed with a mattress and a new blue futon bedding, and a narrow glass window above the head of the bed that looks out to the sea.

It seems that when you are lying in bed, you can look up slightly and you can see the ocean.

"It's a pity that it rarely rains in this place."

Smelling the smell of wood in the house, Andy thought to himself, "Otherwise, it must be nice to climb through the window and watch the rain." ”

Stepping over to the edge of the bed and sitting down, Andy opened the brown travel backpack, and Andy took out the contents one by one.

When he came, the old warrior gave him a box of thirty potions, so that he could alleviate his illness before he became a semi-transcendent.

There were a few new sets of change of clothes, and some trivial miscellaneous items.

These belong to daily necessities.

The only special ones are the black suitcase containing the evil spirits, the extraordinary scroll that records the spirit's ability to communicate, and the "attribute card" that Father Matthew once gave him.

If you count the cool clouds in your head, it's all Andy's current possessions.

After arranging them one by one, Andy picked up the transcendent scroll and no longer hesitated, and directly spread it out and chose to watch.

"Generally speaking, there is a physical existence, and the soul cannot be erased, but can only be disturbed, polluted, suppressed, and ......"

The tadpole-like writing on the yellowed scrolls does not belong to any of the languages known to the world.

Normal transcendents don't actually recognize this kind of writing—that doesn't stop them from learning what they can do within.

Andy can read it all.

This was also the main reason why he was able to induce the special energy in the scroll with just one look.

And now, as he continued to look down, the small lines of fine words were strangely slowly detached from the surface of the sheepskin scroll, like snowflakes, floating up one after another and falling on Andy, and finally "melting" away.

The sunlight shining outside the bedroom window makes this scene very beautiful.

Unfortunately, there were no spectators here except for an evil spirit in the suitcase that was poking out his brain.

In a few moments, all the words had left the scroll, and the scroll itself had become much duller and much drier, and there was a faint stench of decay.

And when Andy picked up the "attribute card", under this black card, a different message appeared from before-

[Class: Psychic (Crippled, Unpromoted)]

[Skill: Spirit Communication]

……

The card isn't very functional and has a lot of room for improvement.

After a few glances, Andy put it away.

Throwing the stinky blank scroll into the trash can next to him, he sat on the bed and looked sideways at the suitcase beside him.

There, there were already a few black "tentacles", coiled on the surface of the box like an octopus, dishonestly bringing bursts of frost.

Normally, Andy would have been annoyed by this thing, and then coaxed and scolded for a while before he could get the other person back.

But now, it doesn't have to be that much trouble.

Extend your index finger and make contact with the tip of one of the "tentacles".

A slight tingling sensation followed, accompanied by some messy "information".

"The ocean? Eat fish? Hmm, Mom? ”

"Andy?"

"I am afraid that the public will be full of resentment, and I will blame it...... Blame ...... Uh......"

"Eat them?"

"Andy?"

“？”

"Andy?"

The jumbled information is not a sound, but something like a "thought".

Or rather, the voice of the heart.

There is no voice to discern, but there is a unique spiritual aura that allows Andy to identify who is "speaking".

"Go back first, I'll take you to eat fish later."

As his mind turned, Andy silently "sent" this message.

This is a kind of communication that has never been done before, and if you are dealing with a normal person, you will be very surprised.

However, this evil spirit had no brain, and "heard the words", and then couldn't wait to retract a few tentacles.

It didn't even notice at all, and Andy at this time was completely different from before.

"What an idiot."

Andy sighed and looked down at his fingers, finding that the skin on them had been eroded slightly pale by the aura passively released by the evil spirit.

However, if you want to continue to communicate with the other party, this price is necessary.

Because the spirit communication ability is just the basic ability of the psychic, the effect is not very strong - it can only be activated when the body is in contact, and it cannot be carried out in the air.

But even if it is basic, it is of great use to Andy at present.

Close your eyes again and carefully understand the state of your initial supernatural powers.

It can be clearly felt that his thoughts, or spirits, are completely different from before-

There is always a sense of thoroughness, quietly attached to the rotation of the mind.

When you focus on a certain area of your body that hurts from cancer, the pain in that area is instantly relieved.

After a few more seconds, it disappeared completely.

This is certainly not that the disease has been cured, but that it has been temporarily suppressed.

Andy's mind moved to all parts of his body.

And so within ten minutes, he could no longer feel the pain that had weakened him all over his body.

The sickness and malaise that have existed on his face for many years have all been swept away!

The youthful vitality resurfaced from his body, making him clench his fists and become more powerful, as if he had become a normal person.

At the end of Andy's tired look.

But as he picked up a potion and injected it into his body, this feeling of exhaustion quickly disappeared-

Of course, you can also use sleep to regain energy, but now, it is not the time to sleep.

"I need a pen."

With this in mind, Andy closed his eyes again and continued his work.