The Great Being ...... Hearing Vernal's words, some of Barton's deepest memories flooded back.

It made it difficult for him to contain his fear, and his feet took a few steps back uncontrollably.

During his archaeological expedition many years ago, all his nightmares began with seeing a similar description!

Just when Barton's body trembled and he wanted to turn around and run away, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy head of the "compliance department", took the initiative to ask Vernal a question:

"Now that you've felt the will of that great being, why don't you reconcile with the remnants of the Quaternary who are tracking you?"

Vernal's snort suddenly became heavier, as if a faint, miserable white mist had erupted.

His voice also became higher:

"They don't believe in it wholeheartedly, they still have reservations!"

As Vernal spoke, a pale white mist that was so thin that it was difficult to see spread out of the half-collapsed house, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Barton seemed to understand something, but was in no mood to think about it.

He just wanted to get out of here, to escape the danger that was about to rush out.

Pacheco was quite calm, he looked at Vernal and asked kindly:

"You've been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the Foundation in what hope we can help?"

Hearing this, Barton was stunned.

On another occasion, he would have thought that Pacheco was asking what kind of legal assistance Fernal needed!

At this point, shouldn't there be only two options left: either run away and call the police, or pull out your weapon and give Vernal a shot or a stick...... Barton was puzzled by Pacheco's handling of it.

Vernal, who had a pale white mist at the end of his nose and a light gray glow in his eyes, had no objection to such an exchange, his expression settled, and he replied in a slightly majestic tone:

"Two things.

"One is to take this item to the outskirts and return in the evening. ”

As he spoke, Vernal threw out a glass bottle with a thin neck.

The glass bottle seemed to be very strong, even if it fell to the ground or hit a stone, it was not damaged in the slightest.

And its interior is filled with a pale white, thin, almost illusory mist.

At this moment, Barton keenly noticed that Pacheco, the deputy head of the "compliance department", had stiffened a little, as if he felt something unusual.

Furnal didn't bother to observe the two of them's reactions, and continued:

"The second is to help me find items like this when I am collecting antiquities. ”

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper from his bosom and unfolded it.

The paper depicts a strangely shaped lamp that resembles a miniature kettle with a wick extending from its spout.

“...... No problem. Pacheco was silent for two seconds before replying in a slightly deeper voice that was different from the previous one.

"That's good, haha, don't you think our meeting wasn't a coincidence?" Fernal dropped the piece of paper, and leaped to the height of the half-collapsed house.

Like a baboon, he climbed and jumped with agility, and soon disappeared before Barton and Pacheco's eyes.

"What are we going to do next......" Barton said as he looked sideways at the deputy head of the "Compliance Department."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly stopped, for he noticed that Pacheco was frozen in place, breathing heavily.

On top of that, Pacheco's body also faintly grew thick black curls, and his muscles bulged, making the black tweed coat very tight.

...... Monster...... Monster...... Barton's pupils dilated dramatically, as if trying to see what Pacheco was looking like now.

In the blink of an eye, the anomaly on Pacheco's body disappeared, and he let out a long breath and said:

"We are here waiting. ”

“...... Do you need to pick them up?" Barton gestured to the flask and paper on the floor.

The corners of Pacheco's mouth moved:

"You can go and pick it up.

"But then you have to keep your distance from me. ”

Barton blurted out:

"The mist in that glass bottle will affect you?"

"There are things, even if you can't be sure, it's better not to try them rashly. Pacheco still didn't give a positive answer.

It's really tiring to communicate with him...... Barton thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of the flask and paper.

As soon as he bent down and grabbed the two objects, a faint light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Immediately after, a pair of boots appeared in his sight.

The boots are long and pointed at the front, and the other is similar to the current popular round-toe boots, as if they belonged to two people.

Barton's heart tightened, and he straightened up sharply and looked ahead.

Across from him, stood a lady.

The woman wore a long dress divided into two panels, one side was intricate and the other was simple, with a variety of colors on the other hand, and pure black on the other.

This asymmetrical dress made Barton instinctively irritable, and wanted to tear off the other person's clothes and give her a normal skirt and a normal pair of boots.

Such an impulse does not contain a bit of male desire to infringe on women, but purely comes from disgust and disgust with that aesthetic.

After forcibly holding back the discomfort, Barton set his sights on the woman's head.

She had a fairly pretty face, a high nose, plump lips, and eyes of a rare dark gray, and was probably between twenty and thirty years of age.

Barton didn't feel amazing, but felt that the other party's appearance was indescribably strange.

After a few seconds, he finally understood the strange source:

The lady's face lacked expression, not like a real person, closer to a wax figure.

"Vernal is gone. Pacheco, the deputy head of the "Compliance Department", seemed to be completely relieved and took the initiative to speak.

The lady's gaze swept over the flask and paper in Barton's hand:

"What does he want you to do?"

"Take the bottle to the countryside and return in the evening, and help him find the items depicted on the paper. Pacheco replied rather calmly, with a gesture of reluctance to make an enemy of the other side.

The lady nodded and said:

"Give me the bottle. ”

As soon as she had finished speaking, Barton instinctively threw the flask in his hand at the other man, as if he had heard some command that he could not disobey.

"You're from the Tamara family?" asked Pacheco, seizing the opportunity.

The lady took the flask, looked down and said:

"I didn't expect anyone to remember us. ”

Pacheco smiled and responded:

"In fact, from the end of the Quaternary period to the present, there have been people from the Tamara family, but the number is very rare.

"Have you ever heard of Gnostic?"

"They are them, we are us. After a brief reply, the woman's body quickly faded and disappeared into thin air.