Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Really."

　　 Dad said confidently.

Chapter 151 Chapter 147 Magical Conch

　　 In the evening, Jenkins sent chocolate home, changed his clothes, and got into the team of dockers. Then he found the professor in a bar called Sea Pearl, and the two were going to the gathering of Mr. Corpse together.

　　 went to the outskirts of the city in a carriage like last time, and they walked along the trail in the wasteland. Entering October, the autumn mood is strong, but occasionally rabbits dash by the feet.

Professor 　　 wore a pair of black high-top leather boots on his feet, and he held an umbrella in his hand, which gave off a yellow aura.

　　 "After the party today, do you have time to go somewhere with me?"

　　 asked in a low voice.

　　 "No problem, I live alone now, and the cats at home have also finished feeding. I have a lot of time at night, and there is nothing to do except reading."

　　 Jenkins replied.

　　 "Well, you are really a qualified believer. It won't take a long time."

　　 climbed over the wall and entered the abandoned hospital shrouded in white smoke. The creeper spread along the wall of the building. There was a small withered tree on the side of the road, and almost only the thin black trunk remained.

　　 After entering the hospital, the two stopped talking. The atmosphere here was strange. The second time Jenkins entered, he could still feel the inexplicable pressure.

　　It seems that someone is peeping at him from a distance, and he is not spying maliciously. This is the most disgusting point.

　　 crossed the remaining half of the door and entered the building. The original white wall was oxidized for a long time and turned into a pale yellow. Jenkins noticed that there were no traces of spider webs in the corridor leading to the morgue, and there were no traces of other creatures even in the white smoke envelope. This was really shocking.

　　 I tightened my collar tightly, and the temperature here is also a bit low.

　　 knocked on the rusty iron door according to the law, and it opened silently. Jenkins and the professor walked down the stairs one after another, stood quietly by the wall of the morgue, waiting for the start of the party.

　　Observe the candle on the ground that hasn't burnt yet. According to the pattern, it is indeed [Forbidden Room Candle].

　　 "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!"

　　 The time spanned eight o'clock, and Mr. Corpse's voice sounded from the morgue on time. The cabinet slid out, and the pale and dying man sat up stiffly against the white cloth covering his body. At the same time, the candle on the ground automatically lit.

　　 "Hello sir!"

　　 The black-robed men who stood in a row along the wall said randomly, but everyone's voices were very strange and they were all disguised.

　　 "I'm very happy that the bad things that happened in Nolan City recently didn't make us lose anyone. That's good."

　　 He used those eyes that seemed to gather all the angry eyes in his body one by one, and then quietly announced:

　　 "Okay, let's get started."

"Mr!"

　　 The man closest to the door immediately stood up, his voice trembling, he was the last one to arrive:

　　 "Excuse me, may I ask, is there really a saint in the devil matter?"

　　 "Don't ask such questions, the more powerful you are, the more you can realize the terrible gods. I never talk about great existence."

　　 "Okay, thank you sir."

　　 The black-robed man cautiously returned to his original position, and Mr. Corpse had already admitted the appearance of the saint in a disguised form.

　　 "What's the matter, isn't it about blocking the news, how do I feel that everyone I meet knows about this?"

　　 Jenkins is puzzled.

　　 At the last party, someone sold shares worth tens of thousands of pounds, which left a very deep impression on Jenkins. He now has several thousand pounds compensated by the Holy See, and he brought them all, hoping to buy something useful.

But most people only accept bartering. The third person in black robes even took out a dagger that exudes rich black aura. Finally, another person used a small piece of it in a test tube. The peristaltic exchange of flesh and blood passed.

　　 That test tube is also [extraordinary], which seems to be specially used to restrict the mass of flesh and blood. Jenkins dare not even think about what it is.

　　 "I need the seeds of the demon flame."

Half an hour after the transaction, a black-robed man made a request, "I know that that night, in addition to the scribes and tomb-keepers, there were some demons killed by gifted people like us. Seeds of flames, I can buy it at a high price, even for clues!"

　　 His voice is high-pitched, and some words can hardly be heard.

　　 "What price can you pay?"

　　 Jenkins thought for a few seconds, and asked in a muffled voice.

　　 The person is not surprised that someone replied so quickly, "Miracle Conch, I can trade with Magic Conch."

　　 There was a moment of silence.

"what is that?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 "Let me explain."

　　Mr. Corpse's cold voice sounded, and every time he heard this tone, Jenkins's goose bumps all over his body would rise.

"B-04-3-5011, the magical conch. This is an extraordinary type of conch that can only be used once, but in large numbers. It will only appear on the beach on the coast, washed by the sea to the land, and the source cannot be detected. No one has ever obtained it from outside the beach. The appearance of the conch itself is not iconic. Once you put it in your ear, you can hear a series of whispers similar to the sound of the wind, which is similar to the sound of ordinary conch. Listen for thirty consecutively. Minutes, it will cause permanent damage to the spirit. If you listen for forty minutes, there is a great chance that you will go crazy directly. If you listen for fifty minutes, the color of your blood will change to dark blue. Listen for sixty minutes..."

　　 He paused very deliberately. Jenkins noticed that everyone was holding their breath. It seemed that this was really valuable information.

　　 "After listening for 60 minutes continuously, the faith must be transformed into [Blue Deep Sea Master]. Ordinary people die directly, and the gifter can obtain a certain number of magical abilities, and then his whereabouts are unknown."

　　 "Who is this again?"

　　 Jenkins believed in the thoughts of everyone present. In order to find the information of [Flower Lord], he knew almost all the names of false gods, but this name had never been known.

"The value of this item is that you can ask it questions, then listen, it will give the answer, and then the conch will break into worthless pieces. We are all gifters, and we know that some knowledge also has weight. So, be cautious..."

　　 "Thank you for your knowledge!"

　　 Jenkins bowed gently to Mr. Corpse, and then looked at the trader who was also bowing.

　　 "The appearance of demons in this era is very rare, and the number of magical conch is huge. I hope you can raise your bid."

　　 "No, the conch can answer a wide range of questions. This is a very valuable item. A conch, plus 5,000 pounds."

Chapter 152 The Blood of the Elements

　　 Jenkins suppressed the exclamation in his heart, and the dissatisfaction with Miss Hesha because of the chain ability disappeared immediately-although he was also at fault. Thanks to her being able to collect flame seeds, otherwise she would lose dozens of properties!

　　 "I don't want gold pounds, a pile of papers can't give me substantial help."

　　 "A conch, one-fifth fluid ounce (approximately 5.7 ml) of red pupil magma lizard blood, red dragon blood concentration 52.3%."

　　 This purity is familiar to the population. Is he the one who bought the dragon blood last time or the one who sold it?

　　 "Okay, deal."

　　 Under the witness of Mr. Corpse, Jenkins took out the spar with the black flame, and the other took out a small iron box with a lid and a sealed wooden bottle with the thickness of a thumb.

　　 The two made a deal.

　　 Next, Jenkins didn't meet Xinyi again, and the person who last traded directly made a request to Mr. Corpse.

　　 "Sir, I now have a red fighting ability that needs to be evolved or erased, do you have a way?"

　　哐啷~

The cabinet in the lower left corner of the mortuary cabinet popped out. Relying on the faint light of the candle in the forbidden room, Jenkins saw that there was a set of medical equipment on it. It was divided into three parts. The largest part was an iron can with a clean surface. It can reflect light; the top of the jar is connected to a transparent resin tube, the surface of the tube is dirty, red and yellow unknown substances are everywhere; on the other end of the tube is a very thin syringe.

　　 The reason why it is judged that it is not a plastic tube is because there seems to be no oil in this world. The bicycle tires drawn by Jenkins are not familiar industrial products in previous lives, but very similar things, so they must be hidden. Without petroleum, synthetic plastics will naturally not appear, so it is judged that it is resin.

"B-01-2-8100, [Elemental Blood], after injection, a red light spot of the gifter will definitely evolve. But the direction of evolution is random, and it is related to natural elements such as water, fire, metal, and thunder. "

　　 "Are there any hidden dangers?"

　　 When it comes to BC items, there must be hidden dangers.

　　 "In three months, your blood will turn green, and then it will automatically recover. I only understand this at the moment."

　　 Mr. Corpse said slowly, but it couldn't be that simple.

　　 "What do I need to pay?"

　　 Mr. Corpse did not answer, but the trader nodded, "Okay."

　　 This should be similar to the secret guard's ability to transmit sound and enter secrets.

　　 did not see what the trader put in the corpse locker, only saw him skillfully pick up the syringe and stick it on the back of his exposed hand. The green liquid flows out of the black tank and is pushed into the flesh and blood through the transparent resin tube.

　　 He groaned/groaned, unplugged the syringe and put it back in place, respectfully returning to the wall. A few drops of blackish green liquid dripped down from the tip of the needle, but no collision with the ground was heard.

　　 Before the party officially ended, it was customary for someone to ask Mr. Corpse questions.

　　 "Sir, I heard that some cultists have recently arrived in the city. They seem to be related to the riots in the factory area."

　　 "Don't pay attention to them, the devil is dead, everything is over. The remaining cultists just want to try their luck in this land of destiny."

　　 After finishing speaking, he stopped paying attention to everyone and lay back in the corpse locker.

　　The people in the black robes still left in order. When the last person disappeared above the building, the candle in the forbidden room was automatically extinguished.

　　 In the darkness, Mr. Corpse's voice sounded again, low because of the barrier of the metal cabinet:

　　 "That's not necessarily true. If someone can find the clue left by the devil, maybe..."

　　 No one knows these words.

　　 once again climbed over the outer fence of the hospital, Jenkins felt a sudden release in his heart, and the whole person was happy.

　　 looked back at the place shrouded in white clouds. I really don’t know why no one has noticed the anomaly here for so many years.

　　 Professor Burns stepped on a protruding stone on the ground while climbing over the fence and almost fell, but he displayed amazing skills, turning around in the air and landing steadily.

　　 This is something that only acrobats can do, and it’s easy for the elderly to do it. Combined with the fact that he carried the golden statue of the old man alone last time, wouldn't Professor Burns's ability be all these physical enhancements, right?

　　 The relationship between the two is very good, similar to a year-end friendship, so Jenkins asked directly. The professor is now at level four, one level higher than when Jenkins first met him at the castle, with 9 light spots and 4 red.

　　 "That's correct."

The old man replied softly: "Do you know that the learning of the red fighting ability can improve the physical quality; the yellow spells can increase the mental capacity; the golden magical skills make it easier to fight against abnormal states. I am too old, but want to study? There are still many things. I hate those methods of increasing lifespan through evil sacrifices, so I can only learn more of this ability..."

　　 "Do you know B-02-3-8810?"

　　 "That spear? You know, I heard him mention it when I was chatting with Penzie in the church last time, but the side effects of this item are too great. If one day I really don't work, I will consider it."

Professor 　　 slowly told his views on lifespan, and then led Jenkins to the east, away from the city.

After Jenkins first acquired divinity, he once obtained a ritual that can increase lifespan by analyzing the broken knowledge in divinity, and it is different from the ritual that usually requires a lot of blood sacrifices to prolong life. It only requires creatures, not animals. Or plants, the vitality is transferred.

　　 glanced at the professor walking in front, Jenkins sighed and decided to share his knowledge with the professor after a while.

　　 "By the way, I forgot to congratulate you. I heard that you have become a baron because of the story collection?"

　　 "Honorary Baron, not a nobleman."

　　 Jenkins replied modestly.

　　 "I heard that the Ministry of Culture of the Kingdom wants to nominate you as a candidate for this year's'Rite Award'?"

　　 "I haven't heard of this yet, but it's better not to. I heard that this award will be issued in the capital. I don't have time to go abroad."

The 　　 Reiter Prize is the highest award awarded to outstanding writers issued by the Kingdom of Fidictle once a year. It is recognized even in the Kingdom of Chessland and the Kingdom of Hampavo. But generally speaking, this kind of award will only be awarded to elderly gentlemen for their outstanding contributions to the cultural undertakings of the Kingdom.

　　 The prize money of the prize is not high, only 100 pounds, but the prize medal is a real blue jewel the size of a pigeon egg, and its value far exceeds the poor prize money.

　　PS: I updated the previous item information and can view it after refreshing the catalog. If there is any omission, please leave a message in the book review section.

　　 Another: I modified the time of Miss Mihaier’s ball from the weekend of this week in the original text to the weekend of next week to advance a certain plot.

　　 Another thing: All measurement units appearing in this book are English units, if you haven’t seen it, Baidu can do it.

Chapter 153 Chapter 149 Underground Treasure Room

　　 "Haha, Jenkins, your idea is really different. During the days when you were in a coma, I chatted with your old man at your home. He also thinks that you are not like those young people who pursue fashion and excitement today."

　　 "Probably, I don't like that kind of life."

　　 He shook his head and watched the professor use his black umbrella to poke the grass in front of him.