The Lord of Reincarnation

on the ferry.

Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved at Ma En Ke Hong Kong.

Although he has a convenient means of transmission like the key to the door, the investigators don't know it.

In order to keep the secret and hide myself, I had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stubs at each stop to form a false route.

He returned to his cabin, hung up the do-not-disturb sign, activated the 'secret key' immediately, and came outside a school.

Through the fence, Smith can be seen sitting alone on the edge of the playground, staring indifferently at the crowd who are playing football.

withdrawn, paranoid...

This is the main impression he left on his classmates recently.

In school, such a character is prone to isolation and group cold violence.

But Smith didn't care one bit.

As for bullying on the bright side?

After he beat up several well-known gangsters in the school, no one dared to do that anymore, and even wanted him to be the boss.

Smith, of course, had no interest in that.

‘It’s really...boring! '

He looked at the sweating athletes on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.

'The doomsday is still a few years away...There is still a great truth in the universe...These ordinary people can only be like flies, ignorant and ignorant, enjoy themselves, disasters come suddenly, and they die for no reason... '

Smith murmured inwardly.

After practicing spells, he inevitably turned a little darker.

It's just such a symptom, it's not bad.

At this moment, Smith's spirit seemed to touch a terrible vortex.

He stood up, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead, the world around him slowly began to rotate, and those faces, scenery, and laughter were all terribly distorted.

"who is it?"

Smith's heart lifted,

The spell is ready to be used at any time.

Pursuing the terrifying spiritual vortex, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a figure.

That figure was clearly standing there, but it was uncertain. He seemed to be wearing a white shirt, but also seemed to be a dark cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats wriggling.

As for the face, it was even more vague, or in other words, I couldn't remember it when I saw it.

"Young believer, our common faith led me to you."

Smith heard a voice.

He quickly glanced around and found that no one was paying attention here, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you also... a believer of the Lost God?"

Fang Xian didn't speak, but just recited the beginning of the immortal poem.

This feeling of spiritual shock is enough to distinguish him from other believers.

"Why... I haven't seen you on the island?"

Smith asked out the doubts in his heart.

Immediately, he heard a sneer from the person on the opposite side: "You are too weak... When you are fighting, there are more believers. In other battlefields... the battle between gods and gods surpasses yours." imagination..."

Smith froze for a moment.

He thought of the huge black bird and black Tai Sui that appeared last.

Looking at it now, maybe it is a spell cast by a true powerful believer?

"So... why did you come to me?"

Smith asked next.

"My lord said, you are all ignorant lambs and need the guidance of a shepherd..." Fang Xian replied very cleverly.

"Did the Lord send you here after hearing my prayer?" Smith was agitated, and even had some tears in his eyes: "My faith, my prayer... have finally been answered."

"You new believers have no experience in secret associations, and are easily spotted by investigators, so you can't gather, and you can't use public facilities to communicate frequently..." Fang Xiandao: "I will teach you how to summon messengers... They are invisible hounds, they have the ability to travel through space, and they can also be used by us, as long as a little spells and skills..."

"Thank you, sir!" Smith said hastily.

Immediately, he heard the stranger on the opposite side chanting a spell.

In the surrounding space, there seems to be an extra creature, which may be the 'messenger'.

The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if a little blood had been drawn.

"Blood is a beacon and a sign, and it is your messenger."

Fang Xian's figure kept retreating into a shadow: "For some other knowledge, we can communicate through messengers..."

The warm sun shines down.

Everything around has returned to its original state.

If it wasn't for the tingling of his fingers, and the appearance of an invisible hound that only he could see, Smith almost thought he was hallucinating.

...

Inside the cabin.

Fang Xian's figure reappeared.

He not only visited Smith, but also Vivienne, Mickey... and a few believers who he thought had potential, all of them visited, and left their contact information and messengers.

In the future, you can teach them some supernatural knowledge through messengers and other means, and even send items.

'Speaking of... this shouldn't be called a courier, it's more appropriate to call it a courier? '

Fang Xian touched his chin, sat down on the chair, and began to write:

"...While pursuing supernatural power, one thing that needs to be vigilant is to maintain humility. Compared with the universe, human beings are inherently small like dust..."

"Reason and thinking are very important. Here I share a symbol called 'spiritual seal', which can effectively maintain our sanity and protect our spirit in the face of family pollution..."

"We are fortunate to listen to the teachings of great beings... we must keep in mind the dogma: Do not learn from other sects, perform bloody sacrificial ceremonies, do not call the names of other great beings, and do not use the power of spells at will..."

"Finally, this knowledge, I hope you can share with each other..."

After writing a thick stack of letter paper, Fang Xian stuffed them into the envelope and sealed the envelope.

Having done all this, he began to chant the mantra.

From the void, a hunting dog that chased the wind suddenly jumped out.

Different from its companions, these hounds as "couriers" have all been controlled by Fang Xian with Hopkins' spell.

Unless their master wakes up, even members of the Wind Chasing Sect cannot summon them.

‘The great being on the Throne of the Wild Hunt wouldn’t pay attention to such a trivial matter, besides…it’s not yet time for the stars to return, maybe they’re still asleep…As for those sects, am I still afraid of them? '

Fang Xian stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth with peace of mind.

If there are outsiders, you will see a thick letter disappearing into the air, as if it was swallowed by an invisible monster.

"Send it to Smith."