On an early November night, the soft moonlight falls on the road leading to East Texas.

The back seat of a jaguar traveling at high speed.

Di quietly watched in front of him, and the crescent-shaped fangs about one meter and two long given by the alpha wolf Cayden were spinning smoothly in midair.

Wisps of golden flame made by Nianli wrapped around the jade-white shell, releasing a huge amount of heat, and when the fangs began to turn red and hot, Nianli rolled a dark forging hammer and struck repeatedly on the edge of the fangs.

Sparks flew, and broken impurities blew out of the windows along with the smoke, and the curvature of the fangs gradually narrowed, forming a wide, thick blade-like rudiment, and the golden flames disappeared.

Dean casually spilled a few bottles of water, and as soon as the crystalline liquid appeared in midair, it condensed into long strips of ice, enveloping the entire fang.

Zizizi——

In an instant, the remaining high temperature on the fangs sublimated the ice, and the entire carriage was filled with a large amount of miserable white water vapor, which was frantically swept out of the window by the telekinetic blower, like a white dragon rolling in the night sky.

……

The shadow in the front row disconnected his mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a glass of juice with ice cubes and drank it all.

Dean couldn't put down the quenched fangs, compared to the previous crescent, the surface of the jade has a hint of metallic luster and beautiful feather lines, and gradually has the prototype of a long knife, but it still needs a lot of beating, quenching, and polishing to be completely formed.

"It's a supernatural material, it's not as brittle as ordinary bone tools, and its toughness and sharpness far exceed that of ordinary steel tools..."

"With my current level of telekinesis, I can use it in actual combat after another month of forging."

After this period of testing, Dean found that after the "shadow" reached the realm level, coupled with the improvement of his spiritual attributes, his ability to manipulate heat was greatly improved, and he could create ice cubes as low as minus 120 degrees Celsius and as high as 1,350 degrees Celsius in a small area in just a few seconds, with a small adjustment of the ambient temperature.

With such a miraculous means of temperature control, combined with the expertise of the blacksmith, Dean can polish supernatural materials and create extraordinary weapons anytime and anywhere without the help of too complex tools and instruments.

Next, Dean's hands flashed with white and gold light, and he began to infuse his fangs with thoughts and life energy for maintenance.

In the last event, the physique increased a little, and the total amount of life energy increased by a small amount, making it easier to polish weapons.

When the surface of the crescent-shaped fangs flowed with a brilliant luster like a star, he took out the rest of the weapons of the board and the full moon bow from the space one by one, spread them all over the back seat, and carefully polished, oiled, and maintained... Enhance the degree of understanding and power.

A sense of closeness arises spontaneously.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel that these extraordinary weapons were like simple little creatures, slowly growing under his maintenance.

He looked forward to the day in the future, when he had hundreds or thousands of powerful and extraordinary weapons, his telekinesis would roll the weapons group and attack at the same time, destroying demons, destroying souls, poison, flames, electricity, freezing... All kinds of extraordinary characteristics burst into the enemy in an instant.

Quantitative change produces qualitative change.

If you go down with one move, both gods and demons will be annihilated.

This move is called the "Unrestricted Weapons Field".

……

"It's going to be out of state soon, man." Ying watched the "Welcome to Texas" sign in the distance slow down and stopped on the side of the road.

Dean stopped the lust in his mind, glanced nostalgically at the blue jaguar that had been with him for more than a month since Bohao County, crawling with dust and mud, and waved his hand.

"Bye-bye, old man, in order to avoid being found out, I can only abandon you first."

Invisible telekinesis swirled the jaguar into the yellow bushes by the roadside, and sank into darkness forever with the shaking of the foliage.

Dean rushed into the wilderness on the side of the road, flashed in shape, and flew in mid-air five meters above the ground.

The wind slammed into his galloping body, and was instantly bounced off by the life shield, forming a transparent oval air shield in front of him.

The surrounding scenery retreated at a terrifying speed, and a ten-level gale seemed to erupt on the ground.

Shrubs and grasses rose with large expanses of dirt under the pressure of the air currents, and the branches were overwhelmed and their roots were broken, and the leaves on the ground flew into the air and swirled, forming a golden path straight forward.

Crackling!

Several crows flapped their wings and rushed into the air shield in front of Dean before they could reach it, instantly exploding into a mass of minced meat.

……

Now the maximum weight of the domain-level "shadow" telekinesis has skyrocketed from the previous twelve tons to thirty tons, and the corresponding telekinetic flight speed has skyrocketed from the original more than 50 meters per second to 110 meters per second, close to 400 kilometers per hour, almost surpassing all the ground vehicles in the world at present, as well as some aircraft, and has become Dean's fastest means of movement.

However, in the state of full speed, his agility and perception attributes represent a slightly weaker dynamic vision and reaction speed, and he must observe the movement around him at all times to prevent flying over his head, or hitting trees, telephone poles, birds, and even airplanes, and injuring himself.

……

Fly for five minutes.

Dean unwittingly flew out of the barren mountains and along a sea-crossing levee into a small island called "Galveston" in East Texas.

The sea breeze crossed the long street, and he cocked the collar of his trench coat and walked down the deserted street.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the street occasionally sees a few drunken tourists, dock sailors, or cowboys wearing cowboy hats with a sunken top and a slightly upturned brim on the sides.

This is already part of the territory of Texas, the vast west, the territory of cowboys.

Even on the island, there was no shortage of inhabitants who followed this fashion, wearing a tight-fitting sleeveless leather tunic with sleeves and a shirt of various colors, a very strong wide leather belt at the waist and hips, beautifully carved leather decorations, a large belt buckle, a snap of a gun, and a pair of cowhide boots at the feet.

Chic and capable, and full of "I'm not easy to mess with".

……

Dean admired denim and tried to find time to buy and wear it as the locals could, and then he transformed into a handsome young white man with black hair and black eyes and walked into a "tuna" bar.

Under the dim red light, some guests were drinking, playing billiards, poker, watching TV-

"Now for the big news, Social Security has just issued an announcement that two men violently robbed a bank in the city of Abilene this morning and kidnapped a bank clerk. Two criminals are currently at large... In his twenties, he wears a dark blue shirt, a black suit, sunglasses, and carries a weapon, which is very dangerous. ”

Suit thugs rob banks? Is Texas so tough?

Dean's gaze shifted from the woman with a professional smile on the TV screen, and he sat down at the bar and knocked on the table,

"Four dinner specials."

The bearded cowboy raised his hat and glanced at his not fat body at all.

Dean slapped a knife.

The bearded man pulled the banknotes like lightning, and his face was full of smiles,

"I love you for being such a great boy, wait a minute, I'll let you experience Galveston's fabulous caviar, fish and grilled meats..."

Soon several large plates of steaming food were served on the table, and the steak on the plate was bigger than a human face, and Dean couldn't help but think of the first time he went from the south to the northeast to a restaurant in the northeast when he lived in the Celestial Empire in his previous life.

"I like big portions."

He rolled a tortilla with caviar and roast pork, and the "shadow" sitting next to him cast a neglected mental hint to the surroundings, quickly grabbing the barbecue from the plate and stuffing it into his mouth.

The combination of tomatoes, peppers, peppers, and pure smoked flavors made him narrow his colorful eyes, and he smiled at Dean and gave him a thumbs up.

Since being able to transform into entities, Ying has gained a normal human sense of taste and some senses, and tasting food and drinks from all over the world has become his biggest hobby, and of course, he will also work as a part-time chef to cook a little food for himself and his partners while traveling.

Dean is also happy to share with the old buddies, and one person and one ghost eat with a mouth full of oil.

"By the way, have you seen her?" Filling his stomach Dean took a picture of Lena in front of the bar owner,

The boss picked up the photo and shook his head, "Not impressed." ”

"And this woman?" Dean gave a rough description of the woman who had been with Lena "with a feather crown and a golden python around her neck".

The boss raised his thick eyebrows,

"It sounds a bit like a dancer in a strip club run by Mexicans, but there's no such person or place in Galveston, so you'll have to keep going west and look for cities like Laredo on the U.S.-Mexico border."

"Thanks for the answer." Dean put down the money and got up to leave, when he heard a commotion from behind the bar.

"Have you seen her? Have you ever met my daughter Juana? ”

An old woman with Mexican features pleading asks guests from table to table.

She was about fifty or sixty years old, emaciated, with a rickety back, short gray hair, deep nasolabial and forehead lines, and an extremely old and tired look.

And the hair is sticky in a bunch, and the denim jacket is dirty and sloppy to the extreme.

"Please, help me find Juana."

Several tourists were frightened by her homeless appearance and hurriedly got up.

"Sorry ma'am, we don't know her."

"Hey, Teresa, I told you your daughter wasn't on the island, don't harass my guests!" The boss stepped across the bar with a nimble fit that did not fit his fat body, rushed to the woman like a wild boar, pressed her shoulder and warned, "Leave immediately, don't enter my bar in the future!" ”

"Help me Adam... I've searched all the people I can find, and I've gone where I need to go," the old woman looked at the boss with red eyes, "and there was no clue. ”

"How many times have I said it, the police are helping you find someone, you are in such a hurry, it's useless!" The boss shook his head at the woman indifferently, "Hurry up, I'll call the police right away, and I'll arrest you and put you in prison when the time comes." ”

"Don't, I'll go... I'll go—" The old woman shrunk her shoulders, swallowed and glanced at the food on the guests' tables, clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and left with a choked throat.

"What's going on?" Dean looked at the woman's old back, and a mysterious intuition suddenly rose in his mind - she could help herself.

"A madwoman from another city, she always said that her daughter Juana disappeared when she came to the island for a tour, but this has never happened on our island before, she must be mistaken." The boss crossed his hands on his hips and looked helpless, "And Texas is so big, thousands of people go missing every year... Who knows where her daughter has gone? But she was messing around, and she had been wandering around the island for a month. ”

Dean said thoughtfully, "Help me pack a dinner." ”

The bar owner raised the brim of his hat with a complicated look in his eyes, "This is half price for you." ”

……

Dean left the bar, and soon found the old woman in a small park not far away, who was swallowing the cold water from the fountain with her head down, and her cheeks were red from the sea breeze that blew like a knife at night.

After drinking, she sat on a stool shivering, looking strangely pitiful.

"Teresa?"

"Huh? You are? ”

"Andy." Dean a name,

The old woman glared at her bloodshot eyes and grabbed his hand, "Sir, do you know Juana's whereabouts?" ”

"I don't know, I just think you're probably hungry." Dean handed her the dinner and sat down next to it.

The woman smiled bitterly, but felt the warmth in the bag, and raised her arm with her palm facing Dean,

"Good and generous Andy, may the Black Virgin Mary bless you."

After saying that, she took out the hot burrito and devoured it, judging by her eager look, she should have not eaten for several days.

Dean pondered what the Black Virgin Mary might be called by a strange name for religious syncretism, and then asked,

"Teresa, I just met you in the bar, you're Mexican?"

"More than ten years ago it was, but now I live in the United States..."

"Then you've lived in Mexico for a long time."

"Well, more than thirty years."

"Do you know her?"

Dean handed Lena's picture over.

The woman held it in her hand and looked at it seriously several times, her face full of apologies,

"It's an Indian, but I can't help you, I've never met her."

Dean was not discouraged, and asked about the image of the woman wearing the feather crown on her head, and then keenly noticed that Teresa was chewing in her mouth, and her wrinkled old face showed a trace of distant memory, her pupils contracted, and hidden fear flashed.

"You know her," Dean asked, staring into Teresa's eyes, quietly casting a telekinetic hint,

"I, I... When I lived in Mexico, I often heard her 'stories'. Theresa's lips quivered a few times, "But you, sir, are you sure you're asking a human?" ”

"What do you mean?" Di's head moved, according to Carly once, there was indeed a supernatural element in this woman.

"The woman you describe fits the legend of a particular sect... An extremely powerful and glamorous being... No one knows his real name, only an honorific title—" The voice stopped abruptly here, and the woman's eyes showed a hint of struggle, and she shook her head sharply, instantly getting rid of Dean's mental hints, and then handed the half-eaten burrito back to Dean with a nervous face, "Sorry, I can't continue." ”

Dean pushed the cake back, looked at the progress of thirty-three percent, and raised his eyebrows, "What can't you say?" ”

"There's an ancient faith involved," the woman asked hesitantly, "and you don't belong to my race, I dare not reveal it to you." ”

"Where do I find her?"

"I can't say."

"Is she related to Quetzalcoatl?"

"Sir, don't push me."

There was a thoughtful look in Dean's eyes, and for a moment the woman only felt that she was pressed against her chest by a small mountain, unable to breathe, and even the space around her began to distort, and her eyes overlapped.

But this pressure was like an illusion, which dissipated in the blink of an eye, and Dean broke the silence, "I'll help you find your daughter Juana, and you tell me everything about this feathered woman, deal?" ”

"Are you serious?" The woman suddenly got up, with a look of surprise,

"That's right."

"Witness of the Black Lady, I will tell you everything when the time comes!"

A hint flashes before Dean's eyes, and you trigger the event - the missing Juana.

You enter Galveston and discover an elderly mother struggling to find her missing daughter, who seems to know a clue about Lena.

Now help her rescue her daughter and grasp this clue.

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress: (0/100)

Duration: 12 hours

Reward: 60 XP

……

"After graduating, Juana worked as a salesperson in a department store in Houston." Teresa seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, swallowed the food in her mouth hastily, circled around the bench, and eagerly introduced, "I came to Galveston for a vacation for my birthday more than a month ago, and I was called at that time. But after the phone call, she lost contact, the vacation was over, and I didn't return to work at the Houston mall, so I was so frightened that I drove to Galveston to find someone. ”

"I spent all my savings, hired a private detective, and dealt with the police on the island, and they only found..."

Dean interrupted, "Is there a picture of Juana?" ”

Teresa took out a photo from the inner lining of her denim jacket and handed it over,

"Let's talk about her past, the more detailed the better."

Dean looked at the photo of a plump young woman with long black hair, big eyes, high nose, wheat-like skin, and a plump body, entering the "search".

(End of chapter)