MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-v2 Chapter 1142 Return to the soul

Rumble!

The black police car was sprayed with a tail flame and stopped at the General Administration of Justice in Kimbert.

‘I must be crazy! ’

Vivian's trainee inspector came down from the car, and a pair of long legs immediately attracted a lot of attention.

She didn't feel it, and she even had some embarrassment: 'A little ghost ran over and told me that there was a ghoul. I was a little bit convinced... although he was not too small, he was four or five years younger than me. Looks like, looks pretty cute... Wait a minute, what am I thinking? case! case! ’

There was a murder in the area, and it was natural to investigate it in the first time. Through today’s visit, Vivian was frustrated and found that she seemed to have nothing.

"Vivienne, come to the office right away, the victim information is further updated!"

However, after returning to the General Directorate, there is good news.

"Yes? What did you find?"

Vivian immediately came to the spirit, as if to see the dawn of removing the trainee.

"Kapong Ansino, thirty-seven years old, an international fugitive who once committed a crime of robbery and murder in the city of Domingo in the holy Hebrew, and arrested and assaulted the police... at least seven lives were carried!"

Some bald, oily boss Black handed over a document, the first page is a realistic sketch, and it is exactly the same as the victim.

"Embarrassed to our city, even changed only a surname, very bold! Probably after the transnational, the search and retrieval will be reduced?"

Vivian commented on the article and looked at the evaluation of the data: "The target has a strong melee ability, the means is extremely ferocious, and the reward is 50 gold punk! This is not right! It is not right!"

"Yes, such a murderer cannot be killed by a few stray dogs in the district. Even tigers and cheetahs are unlikely..."

Black ignited a cigar.

"Black Police Supervisor! There is Vivian's trainee inspector, the Secretary General asks you to take a trip!"

At this moment, a police officer knocked on the door and brought a message.

Half an hour later, in the office of the Director General, there was a roar:

"Why? This is the case I am following. There have been significant progress. Why do you want to give the federal black leather? Is it because they are hanging the FBI brand?"

"Sorry, but I want to remind you that you are black uniforms like us..." A man with sunglasses and a black uniform said with a blank expression: "The reason why this incident will be taken over by our investigation bureau." Because you have no ability to solve..."

"Nothing wrong, Black Police Supervisor, after discovering that there may be dangerous creatures in the city of Kimbert, I opened the investigation and found that many of the embarrassing disappearances were made by singles and wanderers. The number of people watching, the number... is amazing!"

The Secretary General said in a calm voice: "In view of the files brought by the investigation office, similar cases have occurred in other areas, so I decided to give the investigation of the case investigation!"

"Actually... I still have one thing I want to please!"

Ryan, a second-level investigator from the investigation department, smiled: "I don't know if I can second the beautiful lady to me. I just hope to have an assistant who is familiar with Kimbert..."

......

Fire!

Everything is in the eye, it is a dazzling fire.

A group of people rushed in, holding a torch and holding a high pointed hat to cover their faces.

Jungle, running, like a beast and a hunter generally.

"Go live! Be sure to live!"

The last thing that fell into the eyes was the pair of gentle and beautiful eyes, and the backs of no return.

"what!!!"

Nietzsche screamed, woke up and wiped the cold sweat from his face.

Since that day, he has become an orphan, and his parents have told him that after he reaches adulthood, the sin will be completely motivated, attracting a group of cultists.

They will torture him with all the incredible methods, let him painfully mourn, and finally sacrifice his flesh and blood soul to an unknown demon.

This is the price and interest of his ancestors as sacrifices, but defection!

Even the ancestors had speculation that the original ritual was to deliberately let his ancestors escape, thus offering his blood vessels as a sacrifice.

"Little devil, what is the ghost?"

The cold wind whistling, and the fierceness of dissatisfaction came from the darkness next to it.

As a wandering orphan, Nietzsche naturally can't get any good care. Even if he is going to work as a black worker, he will be crushed. He can do anything for his livelihood.

At this time, I lived under a bridge hole, wrapped in old newspapers and waste paper shells.

The surrounding, almost all of the same encounters of tramps, some are bankrupt, some are disabled, or have a serious illness, it is not surprising to find a body every morning.

And between them, there is no slightest warmth.

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed a black iron dagger.

Because of the nightmare, he slept very shallowly, which was beneficial, so that he would not suffer any concealment in his sleep.

‘Ghoul... Miss Vivienne, and the mysterious shopkeeper...’

He took a deep breath and thought about the things he encountered.

Yesterday, in order to visit Vincent's exhibition, there was a small shop to buy the water of Qiling, which had already cost the last piece of copper in his pocket, and even hungry for a stomach.

And today's results are even more frustrating.

Even though she already knew some amazing information, the trainee inspector did not trust him at all.

"No... No, my concern seems to be a bit wrong. The mysterious shopkeeper, Mr. Andy, is more worth investigating..."

The reason for paying attention to these is to gain extraordinary power.

There is no doubt that starting from that store owner is much safer than a ghoul.

"Unfortunately... I don't have money... money? Wait a minute, there is another person... that spent a gold punk and bought a young man with a blood red book!"

Nietzsche snapped his head.

He found that in that small shop, he always easily forgets something.

Especially when talking to the shopkeeper, it seems that he will be unconsciously influenced by the other party and ignore what.

"It's a terrible person. If it is possible, I really don't want to deal with him... but the young man, if he finds him, will he share mystery books with me?"

Nietzsche seriously considered this possibility.

rustle!

rustle!

I don't know how long the past, an unusual voice, was suddenly introduced into his ears.

"Where... what's there?"

He was alert and clenched his dagger.

In an instant, the surrounding breathing has become a lot heavy, and it is obvious that more than one person is found.

‘Is that rumor? Have an attack specifically for the wanderers? ’

Thinking of this, Nietzsche’s spirit has become more vigilant.

The wanderers also have their own circle. Recently, some news has been circulating. In the city of Kimbert, many strong wanderers have disappeared.

Affected by this news, this small campsite has also become a wind and crane.

Don't look at these tramps with nothing, but when they are really forced into desperation, they will emit terrible madness.

‘With so many people, and they are all vigilant, the murderer should not dare...’

Just as Nietzsche thought about it, he suddenly seemed to hear a fine humming in his ear.

The tone of the other party is very weird, with a humming noise:

"May you be bitten by the black snake, may you be poisoned by the wasps, flesh and blood, obey me, I am the king of voodoo!!! Oh..."

Hey! !

rustle!

All kinds of noises come and go, and they are the sounds of falling down one by one.

Someone screamed in a panic and lit the oil lamp and the newspaper.

Suddenly, by the fire, Nietzsche seemed to see a black snake, and a bee-sized bee.

Snapped!

There was a sting on the ankle, and the feeling of paralysis suddenly spread throughout the body.

Nietzsche had a numb in his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground, and the whole man fell.

"Hey..."

He seemed to have a ball in his mouth, his tongue was getting bigger, he couldn't say anything, he could only make a low voice.

Later, he was horrified to see that all the black snakes on the ground slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

‘This is an extraordinary power! ’

After this realization, Nietzsche looked at the Quartet and finally saw a slowly approaching figure, which is the Simon that I have seen in the store today!

"It’s just a weak and paralyzed spell, you can put down a wanderer camp... Voodoo, it’s amazing...”

Simon came over and his face was full of excitement: "I don't want to sell everything I can sell, but I also borrowed a loan shark, but there is nothing. I have mastered this power. I am the city of Kimbert. The emperor in the dark!"

He kicked a guy who was clearly ill and went to a tramp with a good limb: "Yes, be part of my strength!"

Of course, Simon will not attack a wanderer camp for no reason. The reason for this is to create a ‘returning soul.’

According to the contents of the Voodoo Code, his mana at this time is too low, and he can only display some small spells that are effective for ordinary people.

Once you meet the ghouls that you encountered that day, it is still very dangerous.

But the souls are different! They are endless, tireless, painless, and amazingly powerful. They are the best guards of the Voodoo Wizards.

The main material needed to make a return to the soul is a healthy living person!

It requires the surgeon to use some medicines and spells to imprison the living minds, retain only the vital body, and then refine the body to make the body stronger and more powerful.

Sometimes, the voodoo sorcerers will also repel their enemies into such a 'living dead', so that they will suffer painfully forever.

The most important thing is that these returning souls are, in essence, still living things! There are even examples of being rescued.

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Genius one second to remember the address of this station: . :m.