Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Not a problem for me?

Klein looked at the spell in his palm again, but found that his line of sight only met the pattern of the Ouroboros on the pure white scales, and his brain couldn't help dizzy.

The symbols on the scales flashed bright red light, and the inexplicable gravitational force attracted the surrounding dust to circle around it constantly. As long as you look closely, you will find that the trajectories of these dusts are almost exactly the same.

Or that the trajectories they revolve are exactly the same...

Just like when I just touched the Yang Yan charm, I felt hot, this more advanced charm will also affect the surrounding things in a very small range?

It's a pity that I can't ask Miss Justice, what is so special about the spell that Mystery gave her last time... Klein nodded and asked Will Auceptin:

"Why are the negative effects of detonation not a problem for me?"

"Didn't you listen to what I said before?" Will Auceptin glanced at him and felt a little strange, "It is equivalent to the storage tank in modern industry, you can not only store your good luck, but also steal it The good luck of others is put into it, just like the 'parasite' stealing other people's life to continue its own life, didn't 'mystery' tell you anything?"

"Parasites" steal other people's lives...

It sounds like something that High Sequence Thief can do... Klein shook his head honestly.

"I don't know much about the high-sequence capabilities of those three pathways."

Of course, when he boarded the gray fog next time, he would take the initiative to ask "Mystery" about the high-sequence abilities of these three pathways.

"Well, in short, if you really encounter any danger that you can't avoid and you have to detonate this spell, both me and that person will perceive it, and you won't be out of luck for a month."

Will Auceptin fell silent for a while after hearing Klein's answer, but he quickly returned to normal, but he explained it a little bit secretly.

He tried his best to move his left leg off the sofa, and jumped awkwardly on one foot all the way to the door of the living room.

"Okay, that's about it, we've done the deal."

With that said, he turned back into the timid little boy in the ward, and winked mischievously.

"Of course, if you are really going to be haunted by bad luck, and the person is not willing to help you solve it, you can also come to me."

"It's just for a fee."

Forget the fee, I don't think I can afford what you need now... Klein forced a smile.

"Then we..." He just wanted to send this terrifying "bear boy" away, but suddenly he remembered the Qianzhihe in his bedside clothes, and immediately changed his words:

"By the way, what about the Qianzhi Crane?"

A thousand paper cranes folded with paper may not be as strong as Mr. Azik's copper whistle.

Will Auceptin, who had already jumped out of the door on one foot, suddenly paused. After a long silence, he turned around again, his big round eyes fluttering to and fro, dodging Klein's gaze.

"You can keep it, anyway, if you keep writing on it, I'll feel it, but if you write too much it might get damaged, you'd better not use it too often."

Does this mean that I can still use this Qianzhihe to find him in the future?

A phone number that has a number of uses, can only send text messages, and has a limited number of characters... Klein smiled and nodded slightly towards the living room door.

"I know."

"It seems that there is nothing else to do, shall we meet again?" Will Auceptin looked around and waved his hand tentatively.

Klein sat on the sofa and waved his hand sincerely.

"goodbye."

At the door of the living room, Will Auceptin took a big step outward with a neat movement, and the entire dream collapsed immediately.

17 Minsk Street, bedroom on the second floor.

Klein on the single bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his left hand suddenly felt cold.

"How did he put the spell in my hand?"

In the palm of the left hand, the pure white scale-based spell absorbs the nearby light and dust, and the inexplicable gravitational force distorts the environment illuminated by the shimmering light, closing them into a closed loop with end-to-end reverse bite.

Mr. Azik's copper whistle, the badge given to me by Mr. A, and this spell, there are more and more things that I need to cover my breath next time I go out... Taking advantage of the last awakening of consciousness, Ke Ryan shoved the spell in his hand under his pillow.

The next second, the fortune-teller who received three guests in a dream one night entered a real dreamland.

............

Backlund Bridge District.

Jason Beria stared at the pointer at the top of the Backlund clock tower and slowly raised his hand.

The giant black dog that had been squatting at his feet immediately flicked its tail excitedly, and rushed out of the alley, with its black hair blending with the depth of the night under the blessing of the "devil" ability.

"Twenty minutes left."

Jason Beria matched the pocket watch in his hand with the time displayed by the hands on the Backlund clock, closed his eyes a little, and then followed the connection between himself and the black giant dog to monitor its hunting process.

Although the security in the Backlund Bridge District was not satisfactory, it was still much safer than the complete chaos in the Eastern District.

Taking the Backlund clock as the standard, every time the hour is chiming on an even-numbered hour, the police in the Backlund Bridge District will have a team of three to four people patrolling the street where the police station is located from east to west.

It takes at least twenty minutes to travel from the police station to the hunting ground that Jason Beria has designated for his pet today.

As long as the hunt is completed within twenty minutes, those cops will be able to find the crime scene as soon as possible, and will also turn more attention to the Crazy Ripper case.

"For the advancement of the times, it's nothing to die for a few people..."

In the dim alley, Jason Beria murmured softly, as if he didn't realize it at all. Such reckless provocation with the police will only make the official Beyonder pay more attention to his actions, and it is very likely to sabotage the assassination he has not yet carried out. plan.

In the shadow of the alley, the naked young man stared coldly at Jason Beria, who was intoxicated in his fantasy, with disgust in his eyes almost overflowing.

He did not expect Backlund's only resident "Apostle of Desire" to be a **** under the "Adam" script.

And what annoyed him even more was that, under the "secret" order, he couldn't destroy the plan of the fantasy angel.

It's the red angel Medici and the fantasy angel Adam. I want to help the former one get out of trouble and the latter one to become a god. When did I become the nanny of the King of Angels!

The shadows in the corner of the alley rolled like boiling, and became more and more enthusiastic with Fabti's gradually restless heart.

He let out a long breath, his eyes that had turned crimson unconsciously due to his emotional out-of-control just now also dimmed, and his sick face twitched unnaturally.

"It's a pity that Angelweed's trap didn't directly kill the container infected by the fog of uncertainty. Otherwise, I could completely disguise as him, open meat in the Eastern District, and use the power of blood sacrifice to release Medici."

He patted his head a little manicly, and roared at Jason Beria, who was still intoxicated in his own world.

"Wang!"

In another alley that was nearly a kilometer away, the giant black dog, who was eating and burying its head in the abdomen of a female corpse, was suddenly stiff, its tail trembling between its legs.

"Go away, beast!"

The sound from the blood in the whole body drove it to flee the scene in a panic. Under the softly lit street lamps, the body wrapped in a conservative fluffy coat still twitched a few times from time to time.

"Nice job." Jason Beria, who was addicted to fantasy, grinned, stepped back, and disappeared into the darkness little by little, with the shirtless Fabti following him.

Tomorrow morning, the urgently printed newspapers will report on the vile murder that took place in the Backlund Bridge District. Many women who have done unclean occupations, those who have gone ashore, and those who have not gone ashore, will be shrouded in panic again.

In the shadows sneaking, Jason Beria, who was reminiscing about the satisfaction he felt when he was connected with the black giant dog, was stunned for a moment, and his blue pupils mixed with a little gray stared at the front, and muttered to himself, As in a dream:

"Tomorrow, the clerk of the bank will be assigned to communicate with the two banks of Intis and Fenepot's Sistana and Perso, and also to contact Pound..."

Fabti, who was already waiting at No. 6, Edward Street, West End, sneered softly, the black giant dog entrenched at his feet, and the hair on the tip of the tail was rooted.

"Recalling my previous evaluation, although he is not very good in the role of 'Desire Apostle', his banker's disguise is still good~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It is used to do some small actions, and it is absolutely amazing to play 'devil'. "

He smiled and kicked the giant dog under his feet. The black giant was frightened and flinched, only whimpering and trembling, wagging its tail and begging the master for mercy.

"What, want a reward?"

Fabti's blood-red eyes seemed to have lava flowing, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and the giant dog under his feet seemed to realize what was about to happen, and twisted like crazy.

But the blood in its whole body betrayed it, and the black vertical pupils helplessly looked at the pale fingers that were getting closer, trying to pray for the other party's pity with their eyes.

The sharp fingertips pierced the black fur. In the quiet and quiet night, Fabti shared his blood with his family, smiling wildly and cruelly.

"Rest assured, you will become a 'Desire Apostle' a hundred times better than Beria."

............

On Friday morning, Klein, who had to get up from the bed because of his biological clock, endured the pains in his skull from time to time. After a little disguise, he retrieved the newspaper he subscribed to.

From eleven o'clock last night, the three of them entered my dream one after another, consuming one-third of my spirituality. After removing the time to restore my spirituality, I only slept for less than four hours... ..

Klein forced himself to look away from the clock, hoping that he could get past the tragic reality of forgetting that from eleven o'clock last night to seven in the morning, he actually only slept for less than four hours.

After grabbing a random breakfast, Klein tasted the milk that was just warm, and there was a package of "Daily Observer" that seemed to have just arrived.

"Shocked! Yesterday, in the Backlund Bridge District, a cutting-edge dentist was killed, and the Crazy Ripper appeared again!"

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