The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins also knew this. In fact, there was a lot of overlap among the gods, especially the priesthoods of the true gods and the false gods, which was one of the problems he found puzzling.

Mr. Kevin wanted to talk to Jenkins about some topics related to literature. He also knew who Jenkins was, but the ladies' game had already begun.

In a strange way that they didn't know where they learned from, they each stretched out their right hands and placed them on the planchette, and their left hands on the shoulders of the person next to them.

"Departed souls, the dead wandering on the edge of the world, please respond to our call..."

As Miss Lindsay took the lead in reading this passage, the other girls began to repeat it. Some people closed their eyes devoutly, while others laughed and secretly observed the reactions of others.

Jenkins watched the scene vigilantly, but did not find any signs that the items in their hands were activated.

When the call ended, the eight ladies tried to recite the name of the ghost they were trying to communicate with - Margaret Stephanie Willett. This is a very famous female evil spirit that has appeared in legends all over the continent. But Daddy said that the powerful evil spirit with this name had been sealed in the subspace between the real world in the last era.

Section 364 Chapter 359 The Second Attempt

The women chose the famous evil spirit. Although it was bold, it was absolutely safe.

As expected, the eight girls sat there and called for a long time, and the board they held with their fingers did not move at all.

Jenkins shook his head and said to the musicians around him:

"In fact, I have always believed that there is absolutely no other extraordinary power in this world except the great and righteous gods."

Because only the area near the spiritual round table was illuminated, no one saw the two people chatting.

"It's really an old-fashioned idea. Sorry, I'm not criticizing this idea."

Seeing that Jenkins didn't care, he continued: "The dead, ghosts, I don't know whether these things exist. I will always remain skeptical. After all, I can neither prove that they exist nor that they don't exist. But I will still be in awe of those things that are more powerful and secretive than me."

"This is a good idea."

Jenkins praised: "It's a pity that my female companion just doesn't understand this."

"Miss Michael? I have also heard about this distinguished lady's obsession with mysticism. It's difficult to evaluate this behavior."

The musician shrugged at Jenkins: "But since she likes such activities, you should show her your attitude, no matter what it is. After all, you are lovers in love."

Jenkins: "?"

Chocolate: "Meow?"

"No, no, no, Miss Michael and I are just ordinary friends."

He quickly denied it. Where did this understanding come from?

"Is that so?"

Mr. Kevin didn't care. "Nolan City is so small, and everyone's friends are relatively fixed. I've heard some rumors about this lady, and I thought... I'm sorry."

"It's nothing."

The gentleman had no ill intentions, he was just chatting with Jenkins out of boredom, so he wouldn't be angry. The topic of men's chats is probably only women they know, but Jenkins doesn't think Miss Michael will have anything to do with him.

The chat with Mr. Kevin was very pleasant. This gentleman has a broad vision and extraordinary knowledge. The two met and exchanged mailing addresses, and they can contact each other when they have time.

The women's psychic communication has reached the second attempt. This time they used a bowl of blood as an additional prop, and each girl smeared the blood on her forehead.

Miss Lindsay introduced that this was human blood purchased from the hospital, which made Jenkins feel a little uncomfortable. God knows what kind of diseases the blood providers will have. There is no rule of blood donation in this era, and the blood in the hospital is also bought. The narrow-mindedness of the times made people extremely afraid of losing a part of themselves, so those who would sell blood were mostly gamblers, gangsters or prostitutes who were forced to go nowhere.

Although it would probably be fine to apply it externally, he still kindly warned the women about their behavior.

"I heard that some germs in the blood can cause permanent damage to the skin on the face. Oh, do you know allergies? It's almost like pimples all over the face..."

They immediately stopped their behavior and cast unfriendly eyes at Jenkins together.

Putting the bowl of blood on one side of the table, Miss Lindsay asked someone to put out the flames in the fireplace, and then lit candles on the corners of the table.

She also deliberately sent servants to find intact tombstones in the cemetery outside, and pushed away the snow to identify the mottled marks. Finally, she decided to try to communicate with a woman named Selue Halliday this time.

From the remaining information, it can be seen that this poor village woman died in the year 1815 of the common calendar, which was exactly fifty years ago. She was seventeen years old that year, and her father buried her here.

The part of the tombstone containing the cause of death was destroyed, but the date of death remained, which happened to be today.

Jenkins patted the chocolate and transferred it from his arms to his shoulder. Mr. Kevin looked at it curiously.

"Mr. William, do you feel that the temperature has dropped a little?"

"Yes, I think it was not wise for Miss Lindsay to extinguish the fireplace."

In the vision of the Eye of Truth, a faint white mist has filled the entire room, spreading out from the unsealed windows, door cracks, and large holes in the roof.

According to the knowledge Jenkins learned, in this environment, even ordinary people have a very low chance of success in trying to communicate with the spirit on the anniversary of the death of the dead, not to mention that they have a genuine spell item.

The faint mist is [Spirit Mist], a type of ability unique to ghost creatures, but it is much weaker than the one Jenkins encountered in the hospital. It has no other ability except to lower the temperature.

But the problem is that Dad's statement about death is that under normal circumstances, the souls of living beings will not stay in the world, let alone stay for fifty years. So where did this ghost come from?

The women are still calling in unison in a voice close to a whisper, and the buzzing sound is particularly terrifying. The candles on the table can only illuminate them. The spirit board flickers with an inexplicable black luster under the candlelight. The clusters of tombstones and the weird smiling and crying faces are like real ones.

This scene was probably similar to the rituals held by the cultists.

Without Jenkins's intervention, the three gifters outside had already discovered something was wrong. One of them was level 4 and two were level 3. Although the combination of the light points was not reasonable, it should be no problem to deal with an undead without special abilities.

The three of them began to move together. Jenkins and Chocolate looked at the wall with sharp eyes, actually observing the situation outside.

The aura of the ghost was too weak, and Jenkins could not see it through the wall, but as the light points of the gifters shone brightly, the woman's terrifying scream suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Everyone in the room stopped talking immediately.

"What happened just now?"

A lady asked in a low voice, her voice trembling.

"I'll go see."

Jenkins pushed the door open and walked out without waiting for everyone to react. In order to prevent accidents when he walked in just now, he stood closest to the door.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the soles of the boots stepped on the wooden boards, making a "creaking" sound. It seemed that he was not the only one who walked out of the door. But Jenkins didn't care. After confirming that ordinary people couldn't see the evil spirit, he looked in the direction of the three gifters.

One of them was in a rather embarrassed state, falling in the snow in a funny posture, while the other two men looked at the position between them with horror.

[Fear spell], most spiritual creatures have this ability, and these two seemed to be unlucky to be hit.

Section 365 Chapter 360 The Third Call

Although everything was normal in ordinary vision, in the vision of Jenkins's true eye, the white fog became more and more scary.

"Where did you go?"

He stood with the other men who walked out of the door, wondering in his heart.

Chocolate stood on Jenkins' shoulder, and seeing that Jenkins didn't respond, he shook his tail.

"Meow~"

While Jenkins wasn't paying attention, he pretended to scratch the air a few times.

In an instant, the woman with a broken body and pus on her face fell out from the depths of the fog as if she had been kicked.

Ordinary people certainly can't see evil spirits, at least they can't see evil spirits in their current state. Therefore, the few people present could only see the two bodyguards making a few strange gestures in the air, one of them even made a spear throwing motion, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, indicating that everything was fine.

"What happened just now?"

Someone asked, "We seem to hear a woman's scream."

The people who stayed outside the house looked at each other, they heard nothing.

"Only the people in the house can hear it? Is it the Ouija board?"

Jenkins guessed again.

The men who went out told the people in the hut that the sound just now did not seem to be a woman's scream. Since the people outside said they did not hear it, everyone guessed that it was a strange sound caused by the wind blowing through the brick seams.

After the little accident just now, someone suggested that it was late at night, so it would be better to go back early, but Miss Lindsay insisted on trying again. She thought the accident just now was an excellent sign, and maybe it would succeed next time.

The women sat back around the round table that was eaten by insects, and the candles were replaced with new ones.

The light of the white candle felt much dimmer than normal. Jenkins was not sure if it was his illusion.

But he had already made up his mind. Regardless of whether the next spiritual communication was successful or not, he would persuade Miss Michael to leave here.

Miss Lindsay was well prepared, and this time she came up with a new method.

Specifically, she drew a six-pointed star pattern on the table in advance, and filled the six-pointed star with some letter-like patterns that Jenkins did not recognize.

Placing the spiritual board in the center of the six-pointed star, the women held hands and read a paragraph of meaningless words in unison, and the whispers vibrated in the air.

Then they repeated the steps just now, but this time the object of spiritual communication was changed again.

"Who is Carly Alex?"

Jenkins asked Mr. Kevin beside him in a low voice.

"Don't you know? That's Miss Lindsay's friend, who died of a serious illness in May."

Jenkins nodded. He had not come here in May, and the original owner could not have known such a thing.

But Mr. Kevin's words have not finished yet. He looked around uneasily. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he said to Jenkins in a very low voice:

"I am not the kind of person who likes to spread rumors, but in fact, most people think that Miss Alex did not get sick, but died of poisoning."

"Do you know who poisoned her?"

He immediately asked, first suspecting that it was related to the Witch House, but in May, they did not seem to have arrived in Nolan.

"Oh, sir, this is just a rumor, how could there really be a murderer?"

"But since there are such rumors, the story must have a beginning and an end, right?"

"Yes."

He looked a little embarrassed, looked very uneasy, and seemed to regret opening this topic.

"I have no intention of defaming the reputation of the ladies, so I won't say the specific names. This is probably a story of jealousy. Young ladies can easily fall into confusion because of love. Their love is so intense and hot, then jealousy, then hatred, and then..."

He didn't say the last word, but Jenkins already understood.

Looking at the women sitting together, he suddenly had a bold guess. This guess was groundless, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Except for poor Miss Alex, aren't all the other protagonists in the story in this room?"

"Huh? Oh, yes... eh? You don't think Miss Lindsay wants to..."

He guessed Jenkins's thoughts, and his expression gradually became surprised.

"Just a guess. By the way, who are the people involved in the story we just talked about?"

Jenkins asked in a low voice.

Mr. Kevin hesitated and raised his hand slightly, pointing to several young people, then quickly put it down and asked worriedly.

"There are no ghosts in this world, right?"

"I don't know either, but the power of faith can dispel any ghosts. When you feel pain and fear, meditate on the holy emblem of the sage and recite the teachings of the sage, then all evil spirits can't shake us!"

He answered piously with a serious face, and Mr. Kevin could even faintly feel the rock-like firm spirit.

The corners of his mouth trembled, and he felt that he could not refute this answer at all, so he drew the holy emblem on his chest while praying quietly as Jenkins said.

"Mr. William is indeed the same as the rumors."

The protagonists of the rumored story pointed out by Mr. Kevin are a man and two women. If the poor man who died is added, this possible story should be more complicated than Jenkins imagined.

The two women sat on the left and opposite Miss Lindsay respectively. The women's looks were quite good, and there was no panic expression on their faces, only a faint fear and excitement, as if they were really just trying an exciting and interesting game.

As for the man, Jenkins remembered that when everyone introduced each other, his name was Dali Cage, and he seemed to have no legitimate job. Unlike the old-fashioned writers and musicians, he wore a thick red skirt, and the lace sleeves on the inside could be faintly seen from under the sleeves. His face was covered with too fancy makeup and lipstick of indistinguishable color, which looked disgusting.

Seeing Jenkins looking at him, the man blinked his beautiful eyelashes at Jenkins, and Jenkins was almost unable to stand.

He raised his right hand and gently stroked the soft chocolate on his shoulder to calm himself down. Then he immediately looked away and squinted at the bright spot in the room, where the women had already placed their fingers on the spirit board.

Just now, they pressed four items, a note with Carly Alex's date of birth, a note with her date of death, her relics, jewelry, and photos, under the four small statues. Then, using very light black ink, they wrote the name of the deceased in the center of the spirit board, on top of several decorative tombstones.

Chapter 366 Chapter 361 The Evil Spirit is Summoned

Jenkins had a very bad feeling.