The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins climbed up from the smoke and dust, and the stones and other things that were originally weighing on him fell to the ground.

"chocolate!"

He called softly, and then saw the cat standing on a big tree some distance from the house and calling to him.

Turning his head sharply, he heard a voice coming from the ruins at the door. A tall woman with red hair crawled out, half of her face was stained red with blood, and her jacket was covered with dust.

"Ha~"

She stretched out her finger and pointed at Jenkins. The man subconsciously turned to the side, and then felt that the left half of his body was no longer in control.

"Paralysis or petrification? Or vitality extraction?"

He thought to himself, and then pulled the trigger again, but the woman had already staggered and hid behind the broken half wall.

The commotion became louder and louder, and citizens running in the distance could be seen from the ruins of the house. Jenkins can't swim, so he can only sneak into the slums behind if he wants to escape. He must fight quickly.

Meow~

The chocolate's tail swung to the left, and Jenkins pointed the muzzle of the gun at the left side of the broken wall. The Eye of Truth also saw the location of the pile of light spots. He counted three numbers silently, and was stimulated again when the woman suddenly appeared. Out/bullet. Although Jenkins could only determine the approximate location, Chocolate could see clearly.

"Who are you?"

The woman's rough voice passed through the dark night and reached Jenkins' ears. The gas lamp had been extinguished in the explosion just now, except for the chocolate white tail tip. The sound is the best way to judge the location.

He didn't answer, then he bent down and put his cane on the ground, picked up a stone and threw it aside.

With a whoosh, a metal piece flew out from behind the low wall and landed at the place where the pebbles were heard. The ground was dyed a deep black as if it was splashed with ink. In this black, there was a gray-black, shriveled one. Human hands stretched out from the ground, but to no avail.

"Shadow Realm?"

Jenkins was secretly alarmed. As the direction of the light spot moved to the right, the tip of the chocolate's tail also swung to the right. Thinking of a quick victory, Jenkins pulled the trigger again before the woman appeared. The loud noise continued in the slums in the dark night. echo.

She shrank back in fright, and Jenkins stepped forward quickly, just a few steps away from blaspheming the range of abilities granted by crafting and knowledge.

The low whispers came to my ears, like waves surging in my ears. The shadow behind Jenkins suddenly moved on its own, stood up from behind and hugged his waist. At this moment, the woman also jumped out from behind the low wall and punched him with her right hand.

A flame of unknown origin rose from Jenkins' shoulder, flowing downwards and beginning to burn the shadow silently. Jenkins twisted his body and swung out his still somewhat paralyzed left fist.

The two fists collided, and Jenkins felt a huge force coming from him. He quickly turned around to release the force, but still staggered a few steps back and fell to the ground. In a hurry, the pistol in his right hand flew out of his hand, and he felt pain in his left arm, which may have been broken. , and the woman's right hand was completely frozen from the palm to the shoulder.

When the fight reaches this level, no one can take the initiative to retreat.

"Who are you?"

"Isn't it a bit redundant to ask this question now?"

He held his right hand on the ground, and his left hand could not move for the time being.

"Whoever you are, you're going to regret it."

The woman leaned on the remaining wall, looking at everything around her with hatred. She extended her right hand upwards, and put her index and middle fingers together in front of her still bleeding forehead.

While Jenkins stood up and pounced again, the shadow behind the woman changed strangely.

The moonlight seemed to flicker, and dark clouds drifting in from nowhere covered the two moons. It seemed as if tens of millions of people were cheering or singing. Dense shadows and hazy figures stood up from all directions, taking on the appearance of strange human bodies. A strong wind blew, carrying the smell of earth, and the air seemed to become moist.

Even without the light, the dark shadow still existed. It enveloped the woman in one breath and refused to fight back despite being hit by bullets. The squirming shadow slowly changed, and finally appeared like a woman hanging upside down.

"Hanging upside down...no, it doesn't feel right."

This is not the "hanging shadow of the Mother Goddess" worshiped by the Witch House sect. It should only be regarded as a shell. Even if it wasn't a god, it wouldn't come so cheaply.

"I ask you, do you know your sin?"

The huge voice rushed towards Jenkins with great mental pressure. He finally got up, looked around, ignored the rude question, and raised his hands.

The candle immersed in the spirit began to tremble, and the flame ignited from the core of the candle suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, and was held up by the man and burned towards the sky.

This candle itself has the function of "purification", and after being fused with the eternal flame, it has the powerful characteristics of flame, and it happens to be the nemesis of a series of creatures in the shadow world.

The dark, upside-down female figure floats in the air, exuding a terrifying aura. The shadows around the house, as the figures continued to solidify, began to recite unknown prayers.

"I say you are guilty!"

Jenkinstowe shouted loudly, holding up the flame, amused at the thought of someone pretending to be a god in front of him.

The flame broke away from the restraints of the palm and spread in all directions. The fire circle extended outward, burning the strange shadows immediately when it touched them. The fused flames broke through the distance limit. Although it could not extend infinitely, it was enough to cover the ruins of the house.

In the center of the blazing torches, a man with a blurred face and a woman with an upside-down body stood face to face.

Section 286 Chapter 282 Skilled

The torch, like a human pillar, illuminated Jenkins' face, but still could not reveal the true form of the upside-down body. All the flames retracted into Jenkins' palms, and the sea of ​​fire approached the upside-down shadow.

The wriggling shadow was resisting and cursing. On the ground, strange-shaped shadow creatures lurked and wanted to approach, and whispers came from the depths of the shadow world. Although this was just a body, she seemed to have attracted some kind of existence.

Unfortunately, before some advanced and strange creatures in the depths of the shadow world could detect their spirits into the material world, the upside-down woman fell from the air.

The dark clouds finally passed in front of the double moons, and the exposed moonlight illuminated the motionless mass of charred flesh on the ruins.

"Even if it's just a shell, it's too fragile."

Jenkins muttered in his heart, stepping on tiles and furniture fragments to quickly pull out his gun and cane from the ruins, first confirming that one of the three women was crushed to death, one was blown to death, and one was just burned to death, then retrieved the rope

Waved to the cat on the tree:

"Do good things without leaving a name, run away!"

He shouted softly, and after Chocolate ran over, he picked up the cat, and then climbed over the low wall neatly. His figure changed several times in the moment of landing, from a short and fat lady to a tall and thin gentleman to a shabby young man with a sloppy foot.

With a smile on his face that didn't match his image at the moment, he stretched out his hand to pinch his face, maintaining a suitable expression, and then mixed into the panicked crowd nearby.

"I'm getting more and more skilled..."

Jenkins didn't go home immediately. He left the block before the police surrounded him, and almost collided with the oncoming night watch team. After a big circle in the city, he found Hathaway's residence on the river bank where he had been last time.

This noble lady could not be called very rich, but she also had several properties in Nolan. Jenkins stood in the shadow at the exit of the alley, patted Chocolate, and let it slip into the house to see if the red-haired lady was there.

Watching the cat swung its tail and jumped into the fence, Jenkins felt that the impulse to raise a cat that he had inexplicably had been right.

He leaned against the wall and waited for a while until the cigarette of the coachman sitting in the carriage in the distance went out for the second time, and the iron gate in front of the garden opened.

The maid who met last time, holding the side of her apron with one hand and the railing on the fence with the other hand, carefully looked around, and Jenkins hurried out of the alley.

"Is the matter done?"

In the slightly warm living room, there was a slight crackling sound in the fireplace. The maid brought tea and snacks, and then left very tactfully.

"It's done."

Jenkins and Hathaway sat in front of the fireplace together, and under him was a red cushioned armchair. After running around for so long in the cold night, it is so comfortable to drink a cup of hot tea in front of the fireplace.

"It seems that the action is very fast."

Hathaway looked at Jenkins squinting and stroking the cat lying on his knees. There was no trace of the sharp temperament in the afternoon. She felt relieved.

"This matter must be resolved quickly. My friend has helped me to avenge the gunshot in the afternoon. But I still need to stay here for a while, after all, I have to make an alibi."

The firelight of the fireplace illuminated Jenkins' face. His young face seemed to be coated with a layer of gold at this moment.

"Oh... um? Oh, ahem, yes, Britney is strictly forbidden to go out by Marquis Michael. I don't think I will have any guests here tonight."

At this point, both of them remembered the embarrassing scene last night and subconsciously avoided the topic.

"Do you mind telling me what you have learned from the things over there? I am also worried that this kind of thing will happen again."

"I, I mean my friend, the 'twin demons' said that the maid who attacked us was from the Witch House. There were two other people with her in Nolan, but they were just killed. One of them can use shadows to simulate the image of the high-level creatures they worship, but he is not very powerful..."

"Witch House?"

Hathaway fell into deep thought while holding the teacup, "I have also heard of this illegal organization. It is composed entirely of women. Since committing a major crime in Beldiran three years ago, they have been hiding their tracks."

"The major case three years ago?"

"Yes, you had not become a gifter at that time, so you didn't hear about it. But it was the most serious supernatural event in the country that year. Although it cannot be compared with the events in Nolan City this year, the gifters of the Witch House have never appeared since then. "

"Do you know anything about this organization?"

Jenkins asked again, "Since they all worship the so-called upside-down shadow, what is the purpose of their organization? There must be a purpose. "

"Yes, they claim that their object of worship is the creator god, and their purpose is to call the upside-down shadow to come to the world to show the glory of the god... How to say it, from this point of view, it is definitely not a god, because the gods do not need the help of mortals when they come to the world? At the same time, this organization is also committed to helping illegal female gifters, which is good, but usually we will not contact such illegal organizations, they have done a lot of disgusting things..."

She was amused by Jenkins holding the cat with a puzzled look on his face. She naturally covered her face, and when the smile disappeared, she added:

"Members of the Witch House are mostly in the upper class as tutors of noble girls, ladies from foreign countries, and daughters of ruined noble families. They rarely take the initiative to kill people. Today's incident was an accident. Bewitching, deceiving and inciting are their main means. Things like poisoning are even more common. So, you must be careful of those strange female benefactors recently... Forget it, why am I telling you this? Anyway, you can't..."

Jenkins felt that he was underestimated. He also had some female benefactor friends, such as Hathaway, Miss Miller, Miss Audrey... Three is already a lot.

"So, have they found out why they targeted Marquis Michael? I mean, my friend is ruthless and only cares about killing people without looking for clues, so I still don't know what kind of information Marquis Michael has in his hands?"

Jenkins was embarrassed to say that he didn't find any information at all, so in order to maintain the face of his "friend", he lied that he didn't look for it.

"I don't know, but it should be very important."

Chapter 287 Chapter 283 'Pipeline Explosion'

Hathaway put down the teacup, picked up the tongs and poked the charcoal in the fireplace, "The upside-down shadow you mentioned, which is simulated by the shadow, should be a special ability that very few people in the Witch House organization are qualified to master. We still don't know whether the so-called upside-down shadow is a high-level existence of a god or something else. But since she can simulate a simple appearance, the person killed by your friend at least saw the object of his worship with his own eyes... That twin demon should be at least level 6, right? Ordinary mortals can't look directly at that kind of thing."

"Probably..."

He didn't dare to look into her eyes, but pretended to look down at the cat. Just now, when facing the upside-down woman floating in the air, I did feel a little uncomfortable, but compared with the many weird things I have seen in the past, it was nothing.

"Speaking of which, the worshippers of the new god seem to be some strange guys. I have no intention of slandering a true god, but whether it is the black-robed man who likes to collect weird things or the crazy twin demons, they don’t seem to be mentally normal people."

Jenkins couldn’t respond to this sentence, so he could only nod, and Hathaway continued to comment.

"Too many things have happened this year. Now the Witch House, the Magic Eye Collection Association, and the liar gentlemen who have disappeared recently are all hiding in Nolan. I originally thought that after the demon thing was over, this place would be able to usher in a brief peace, but I didn’t expect there would be so many things."

In fact, Hathaway still underestimated the danger that Nolan City is facing now. The Mist Son Plan related to the dead Wesley and the Undead Plan are both underway. The latter is even very likely to be related to the evil god Shenzi incident in the New Truman City. But there is no need to say these things, it just adds trouble.

Seeing Jenkins frowning, Hathaway smiled softly:

"Don't worry, these things will be handled by the Orthodox Church. We just treat ourselves as little mice hiding in the corner. As long as we don't take the initiative to provoke others, there will be no problem."

"I'm not worried about this...Okay, I'm worried about this."

The girl covered her mouth and smiled elegantly again.

"You haven't had dinner yet? Do you need me to ask the maid to make some?"

"Then I'll be polite."

Jenkins smiled shyly, not knowing whether it was appropriate social etiquette to do so. He remembered something else, so he reminded:

"Can you get some milk? Chocolate hasn't had dinner yet."

The cat, who was lying on Jenkins' knees with his eyes closed, immediately narrowed his eyes, and his amber eyes turned towards the kitchen.

At the same time, on the banks of the Rhone River, the ruins of the low house.

The night watchmen of the Lightless Moon have arrived at the scene. The police set up a cordon to maintain order. A man in a black robe stood in the center of the ruins, lowering his head to play with the bottle of poison left by Jenkins at the scene. There were unique patterns on it from the Witch House, which basically confirmed the identities of the three people here.

"Steel, what is the result of the divination?"

The man asked his pale companion standing in the corner. This gentleman was a little young, but at this moment he looked like he had a serious illness, and people were worried that a gust of wind could kill him.

"Captain Feos, no, I saw an upside-down black shadow, which almost killed me. But that shadow is very similar to the description in the Witch House information, so it can be confirmed that it is them. Oh, there is also an exploding shadow, that thing is really deadly, goddess, if I hadn't worn the ring last time, it took me out of the divination state in time, I think I would have gone to see poor Barnard."

Although he said so, Steele's face was returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his companions who were checking the scene around him ignored him.

The man called "Captain Feios" looked at the bottle in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the cork. A green mist immediately floated out, and the man pointed with his left hand, and it was immediately fixed in the air.

His index finger drew a circle in the air, and a very fine green mist floated into his nose. The man's nose twitched/twitched a few times and his face turned a little dark, but he returned to normal after a few seconds.

"Poisons with extraordinary properties are almost impossible to cure without special items or targeted abilities."

He came to a conclusion, then turned to ask his companion who was squatting aside to check the body: "In the second half of this year, I remember that a special container that could turn water into poison appeared on the black market in this city."

"Yes, Captain, that is a wooden bowl. No information can be found in the data. It should be an item that was born recently or was lost in an era long ago. As for the characteristics, it seems that any liquid placed in it can slow down the growth of the bowl. It turns into poison. The longer it is kept, the more poisonous it is, but it takes at least a month to become lethal. The church originally wanted to buy it, but the person who held it was very cautious, and the whereabouts of the bowl are unknown. "

"A month? So if someone from the Witch's House buys that bowl, is it possible to make such poison?"

He tossed the bottle in his hand.

"I don't know, we haven't had direct contact with that bowl. Maybe we can ask the people in the church, they may have information. The black market line can also be used, maybe we can actually trace the buyer."

Captain Feos nodded, put the bottle in his pocket, and then asked: "How is it? Is there anything abnormal on the body? If not, take these things back first and let the people at the autopsy department take a look. ”

The man looking at the corpse stood up and swept his clothes with his hand. There was some lime stained there because of his posture: "The corpse that was stoned to death must have been tortured during his lifetime. There were water stains on the body, and the face was There were bruises on his face when he was pressed by his fingers, and his expression was strange.”