72 Fingerprint
Watching the other party turn into gray mist and disappear, Charle withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and took out a skeleton pendant from the compartment under the coffee table.
The tattoo he tattooed on his hands before was actually a tattoo sticker that could be washed away, so when the shuttle door was promoted, he rubbed the thing directly.
Now that I want to cast a spell, I can only use a pendant, or go to the Neifu Town grocery store to buy another one.
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The garden houses on the edge of the town are dark, with no lights, only the full moonlight of the sky shines along the window, and a bright silver color appears on the brown floor.
The shadows of several branches on the window sway in the wind, and the sneaky murmurs floated out here, faintly drilling into the outside world through the gaps in the window.
If someone passes by the window at this moment, he will probably be shocked.
Of course, if you continue to wait and see here, it will be more than just a shock.
The sound of spells like ghosts whispering seemed to have a huge attraction, constantly rippling with a special frequency, driving unknown substances around them.
Not long after, a cold white figure gradually walked in the night. Facing the hard wall, he rushed straight in, and finally strolled in front of Shire in the living room.
When I looked up, the young woman in front of me was wearing a white dress, with a blue face and white eyes. She was now staring at Charles coldly.
Her straw-like brown hair was wet, and the water droplets dripped on the ground at the ends of her hair seemed very turbid, as if it was filled with mud and microorganisms.
Generally speaking, this person seems to be no different from a normal person, but he can pass by the wall, and the fool also knows that she is not normal.
"Drowned ghost?"
Even without the Eye of Reality, Charles could see how this person died.
Outside the town of Neifu near Sioux Falls, there is indeed a forest-by-wood river. However, if you remember correctly, the water in that river is not very deep...
There was a faint trace on the other party's neck, proving that his death may not be simple. However, Charles did not conjure the soul this time to solve the case.
So after a few glances, he stopped thinking deeply and raised his hand to reveal the black and white book of roots.
Turning the book to a blank page, then put it on the coffee table, Charles waved to the female ghost.
"Come on it, press a handprint."
So under the action of the spell, the female ghost drowned, who looked weird and scary, squatted honestly at the coffee table and pressed it down with her purple hand filled with mud in her fingernails.
The wet palm touched the pages, but did not soak it. Instead, the water stains directly together with her entire palm when touched, turning into a faint blue light and dissipating.
Then under the surprised gaze of Charles, this strange decomposition began to spread along the female ghost's arm to his whole body. It was very fast. In two or three seconds, the female ghost who had just been summoned completely turned into subtle light particles to gather and merge into the pages of the book.
Therefore, a line of words appeared on the page of the book—
Human resentful spirits are born after death by people with special obsessions. At the same time, as time goes by, the obsessions in the hearts of the resentful spirits become more and more serious, and their rationality will become less and less, but their strength will be enhanced.
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In a certain situation, a resentful spirit will possess the body of a living being. Anger will greatly increase the power of a resentful spirit. At the same time, some resentful spirits will have psychic qualities and can be seen that the living person must have passed.
Salt and pure iron can restrain the vengeful spirits, and the way to kill them is to destroy their soul attachments, corpses, organs, or special vessels.
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In the middle of this line of characters, there is a pattern similar to a simple stroke, and the female ghost on it looks lifelike.
At the same time, at the end of this line of characters, there are three characters - incubation.
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"How to incubate?"
Shire was a little curious about this, so he took the opportunity to enter another world to check it out, but there was no abnormality in that world.
When he came back, he had no other gains except to make a foot of snow.
"It's normal. Although it's absurd to be a monster, it's not a game..."
Thinking of this, he recited the spell again.
Judging from the situation just now, this kind of analysis can only be done with one monster, but Charles did not forget the name of the reality on the page after the analysis - the human vengeful spirit.
Now he has obtained human vengeful spirits, what about animals?
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He was muttering on the sofa for a long time, but he did not successfully summon the ghost of the animal. So in the middle of the night, Charles had to walk out of the house and go out to the wild for some experiments.
Finally, in the second half of the night, he successfully got the hazy soul of a deer in the woods not far from Bobby's house.
The result of animal analysis is not a resentful spirit, but a ghost. The description is also slightly different from a resentful spirit. The main difference is that they do not have so-called obsessions, but their strength will also increase greatly due to anger.
There is another similar point in that they all show hatching.
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After a busy night, Charles was not tired.
From the time difference between the two worlds, he can completely rest in the main world.
What's more, because of his special physique, he actually needed very little sleep time, and even until the early morning of the next day, he still seemed energetic.
"What happens after the vitality in the body transforms again? Don't have to sleep at all?"
Feeling the vitality in his body, Shire, standing at the door and facing the street, breathing unconsciously, bringing out a white mist.
It was early morning and the sky was green. Some early-washed elderly people were already scattering on the streets of the town. Some pets were carrying pets, while others did not have pets in groups of three or three.
Facing the young man standing in front of the door, several old men passing by even raised their hands to greet him in a friendly manner.
Charles responded with a smile.
Then he saw the middle-aged witch who had appeared in the ruins of Bobby's house.
The other party stood in front of the window of the second-floor house not far away with his chest, and his outfit was still the same as when he saw it yesterday. At this moment, his eyes were staring blankly at the pedestrians in the town streets.
"When did she appear?" Shire couldn't help frowning.
I didn't do anything normal last night, but if I were seen by this person.
"Actually it's no big deal, it may be a little trouble..."
The special noise from the room behind him made Charles no longer think about it. Finally, he glanced at her and turned back to the house.
I didn't notice the thoughtful gaze when the other party turned around.
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At this time, an old man in a black suit was standing quietly in the living room, with an old and haggard face, which was the Nefu Shen Shen who summoned last night.
The other party's dead face looked quite terrifying, but as a necromancer, Charles actually has a high resistance to these things.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sitting back on the sofa.
"Their traces have been found, boss." The other party bowed to him and replied, "Just monitoring an old cemetery near Laramie, Wyoming."
"So quickly?" Charles was really surprised by this, but he just found the person in one night?
"Is there the Demon Gate?"
"Yes," replied the Death: "and the demonic seal composed of railways and churches, built in the nineteenth century."
Shire knew this, then thought about it, put on his coat, and prepared to rush there directly. However, before that, he suddenly thought of something and walked towards the bedroom.
Last night, he had time to go to another world to get some dragon crystals.
Chapter completed!