Clear etching liquid with a slightly irritating smell flows out from the tip of the pen, and the steel plate is corroded out of lines at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiangxi forests are neither fast nor slow, and the speed is even.

He does not have a second etching material, so one must be guaranteed to be successful.

Especially at this last moment, you must be more careful. If something goes wrong, the first six or seven hours of efforts will be in vain.

Jiangxilin pursed his lips tightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Finally, the last stroke fell, Jiangxi Lin sat down on the chair behind him, raised his hand and touched his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"This etching arcane array is really a physical job. Generally, the body is almost unable to hold on. No wonder most arcane artists in this world are willing to study art."

Jiangxilin felt that he had mastered the truth about the slow development of arcane array.

"If there is a machine that will automatically etch the arcane array as long as the arcane array blueprint is input..."

Jiangxi Lin inexplicably fell into the beautiful fantasy of directing and acting...

A huge color steel shed factory is equipped with dense and complex machinery. Two workers in blue work clothes spread blueprints of arcane arrays into the machinery, and then continuously output arcane arrays with etched and filled with the arcane guide material on the conveyor belt on the other side.

Tsk, reality will always run contrary to imagination.

"From the scientific and technological theory, this world should be in the late stage of the first industrial revolution. The steam engine already has the power of no less than the early internal combustion engines. I think the differential engine should have been born!"

Jiangxilin touched his chin. If the difference machine was born, his idea of ​​"arcane array" automatic etching factory would not be impossible.

"Forget it, I don't think so much, so I'd better try to see if this magic array can operate normally."

Murgingly, Jiang Xilin raised his right hand and his palm was directly printed on the arcane array.

Close your eyes, and the light in the sea of ​​consciousness gradually illuminates.

Jiangxi Lin controlled his breathing and the flickering of the stars, as if the entire starry sky was following his will.

Specifically reflected in the material world is:

In the dark room where I couldn't see my fingers, an indescribable wave emanated from Jiangxi Lin's body.

In addition to the air, in the empty space, dark blue light spots appear out of thin air and tend to gather in Jiangxi forests.

The closer you are to him, the more obvious the trend will be.

The magic circle pressed by Jiangxi Lin on the table, the dark blue light gradually spreads around with Jiangxi Lin's palm as the core, along the magic circle line.

Finally, when the entire arcane magic array line was filled with dark blue arcane energy and the magic array was built by self-circulation, Jiang Xilin opened his eyes and let go of his palm.

Looking at the "blue neon light" in front of him, which was shining with a faint blue light and like a work of art, Jiangxi Lin couldn't help but murmur "It's so beautiful".

Yes, it is beauty, a kind of beauty that is difficult to explain, originating from the mystery, unknown, and geometrical graphic sense.

Without further ado, Jiangxi Lin lit the alchemy oil lamp and began to compare and analyze it based on the previous research manuscript.

...

...

Somewhere in Baishi District.

It's dark at night, but the wind is not very high.

The surroundings are very quiet, the streets are deserted and empty, only the light yellow light from the convex belly windows of the townhouses dyes a layer of warmth for this deserted night.

In the dark alley between the two rows of townhouses, wearing a black wind coat, Buck Horn, who was leaning against the wall with a cigar between his fingers.

"Ahem..."

He suddenly coughed violently, and even his spine was arched without even being controlled.

I let go of my hand covering my mouth, and saw that my palms were covered with ink-like mucus.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked up at the sky. It was pitch black and there was no trace of light.

"ah--"

A sudden scream pierced the quiet night. Buck Horn, who was smoking against the wall, threw away the cigarette butt and turned around and ran towards the direction where the sound came.

At No. 22, Baishi District, a pool of blood stains on the bulging belly window that was reflected by the phlogiston light was shocking.

Inside the house, a middle-aged couple in pajamas lie on the ground with their necks twisted back. Their chests seemed to be pierced by some kind of sharp weapon, and their broken hearts were brought out, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

Next to it, a human-shaped monster with a stench all over his body, a mouth full of fangs and green mucus hanging on it faced a little girl who was forced to the corner of the wall by it, curled up and shivered, and raised the palm of the rotten flesh and blood and white bones that were faintly visible.

Just as it slowly reached its hand towards the child.

Bang-

The blood-stained convex window glass was broken, and a thin figure in a black windbreaker bumped into the window, rolled on the ground and then slowly got up.

It wasn't someone else who bumped into it, it was Buck Horn.

Buck Horn glanced at the two bodies on the ground, then looked at the disgusting ghoul, and frowned slightly.

"Ahem, ahem..."

He couldn't help but cough again.

The corpse ghost was immediately startled and arched up as if facing a great enemy.

Buck Horn spit out the black mucus coughed out of his mouth, watching the ghouls get nervous.

Recently, he has been chasing the creators of the Baishi District tragedy, but he will be one step late every time.

Fortunately, he was lucky today. The crime scene was not far from where he was squatting. After hearing the scream, he rushed over and happened to hit the scene of the murder.

"Ho ho...Ho ho ho..."

The ghoul's peeling throat moved up and down. It seemed to want to say something, but in the end it could only make a sound of unknown significance.

Buck Horn frowned slightly.

"Bang--"

A brief and rapid gunshot suddenly rang out, and the bullet shot into the broken belly window.

Buck Horn only felt the danger approaching, his hair stood up, and the ugly corpse ghoul opposite him blossomed and fell straight to the ground.

"What kind of bullet is this that can actually shoot an unclean person like a corpse ghost."

Buck Horn was shocked, his whole body was stiff and he dared not move.

It was not until a long time later that there were dense footsteps downstairs that Buckhorn guessed that the person who shot the shot had left, and dared to turn around and leave.

However, what he didn't know was that after he left, the little girl curled up in the corner, with her dull eyes and shivering, seemed to have suddenly plucked up the courage to slowly crawl to the ghoul's body and gently grabbed its index finger.

Bang-

The door was violently kicked open, and a group of men in the uniform of the Kingdom Security Department rushed in with weapons.

After a window on the building opposite the scene of the crime, Durant, wearing a leather jacket and tight leather pants, opened the leather box and put away the high-pressure air gun.

Reva Kant, a lame veteran who was still holding a monocular lens next to him, asked in confusion,

"That Buck Horn is also an unclean person?"

“Mestinus is too expensive.”

Durant buckles the metal buckle in the suitcase.

"And, he ran out of Mia's Monastery."

After hearing this, Reva Kanter's mind related information about Mia Monastery came to mind:
Chapter completed!