The Master of the Strange Realm

Just because the grave keepers had no other way to find the toxins didn't mean Jenkins had no other way. He scanned the plants in front of him and saw a faint black mark. The color of the aura was not strong, far from the level of a weird thing, but considering that every time a black aura appeared, it was a serious matter, Jenkins would not let down his guard.

"The red rose over there, the second one from the left, has a problem."

He pointed out directly, and then explained:

"I have a very keen sense of vitality."

Although this statement was far-fetched, it made sense, so Captain Rogers asked someone to get a new mouse for testing.

But Jenkins stopped him again, because after careful comparison, it was clear that the black aura on the rose was far weaker than the toxins extracted from the corpse by the grave keepers.

This made no sense at all. The report said that the three dead died as soon as they were touched, so there would not be too much toxin in their bodies. Therefore, the amount of toxins extracted from the corpse was far lower than the toxin content on the flower, and it made no sense that the extracted part of the aura would be stronger.

"Actually, I've been curious since just now. Since the toxin has a strong destructive effect on plants, how did it attach to the flower?"

Jenkins said, looking back to make sure that there were only a few gravekeepers near the truck and the flowers, and ordinary people and police were far away.

So he waved his hand at the flowers on the ground, and the branches of the flowers near the poisonous rose accepted the vitality provided by Jenkins, broke through the growth limit, and "supported" the red rose with the branches.

The controlled plants touched the flower, but did not turn into black ash, but the three people who died clearly died when they touched it.

Now everyone saw that there was something wrong with this matter, and the death of the little white mouse that had tested more than 30 flowers later also proved that it was indeed this rose that caused the death.

Originally, Jenkins wanted to try to save the little mouse, maybe he could keep it and put it in front of Chocolate as a control group to test the cat's attitude towards other mice. But the "toxin" did not leave him any chance to save the mouse. Death happened in an instant, and the white mouse that was still alive the moment before died without any process.

The grave keepers had come into contact with far more deaths than Jenkins. They thought of another possibility. After extracting a very small amount of toxins from the white rats, they dripped them on the plants grown by Jenkins. The whole flower immediately turned into black ash. Even though Jenkins, who was controlling it, had been mentally prepared, he instinctively gave up control of the plants when his spirit came into contact with those filthy and disgusting liquids.

This should be considered a good thing. If Jenkins continued to control the plants, they might be affected by the toxins showing their characteristics.

And such experiments also verified one thing. The toxins originally carried by the roses did not show any special effects on the plants, but after passing through the human body, they had stronger power. This is not a simple purification, but a fundamental change in the power of the toxins.

Such characteristics that were summarized are special, so Captain Rogers asked people to send the conclusions back to the church, hoping to find out whether this is a recorded numbered item.

Jenkins did not stop it. Although the spiritual light is weak now, the toxins of the roses will be further enhanced after passing through the human body. He is not sure whether it can continue to be enhanced through transmission, so he does not rule out the possibility that this is a numbered item.

If the comparison with the numbered item records of the Church of Death is made next, but no result is obtained, then the toxins found here can be simply identified as some undiscovered toxins and stored, and the matter can be perfectly resolved. If the comparison with the records of the Church of Death shows a result, the subsequent treatment will depend on the characteristics of the strange object.

This is the general method of the church's gifters to deal with abnormal events, and Jenkins is one of the few who participate in it seriously. Compared with his approach, the church's process is more troublesome, but it is undoubtedly safer and more reliable.

Seeing that the gravekeepers can make proper arrangements, Jenkins is relieved. He did not leave here immediately, but waited for the Church of Death to give the results, and then left with the flower girls.

Because he had just promised to compensate the girls for the failure to make business today, Jenkins roughly estimated the cash he needed to take out and found that although the number of banknotes on him was sufficient, they were all large bills, and he did not have enough change.

So he said hello to the gravekeeper and temporarily left the yard to change the change. There happened to be a cake shop across the street, so Jenkins bought some scattered biscuits and bread, intending to give them to the flower girls later, and took this opportunity to change the change.

Of course, entering the cake shop would naturally make Chocolate excited. It climbed from Jenkins' shoulder to the top of his head, stretched out its claws and pointed at the cakes on display in the cabinet. The sweet smell made the cat show great activity, and immediately dispelled the drowsy desire in the summer afternoon.

"Do you still want to eat cake? Have you forgotten what you did in the morning?"

Jenkins collected the change he got back, asked the clerk to give him some small paper bags of candy, put the money in the paper bags, and then put it in the paper bags of biscuits and bread respectively.

"I haven't forgiven you for what happened in the morning."

"Meow~"

The cat immediately made a very aggrieved cry, and jumped from Jenkins' head to Jenkins' shoulder and squatted down in a depressed mood.

The young clerk who was helping Jenkins pack the bags couldn't help laughing when she saw the cat's expression, but she also reminded him:

"Sir, pet cats don't seem to be able to eat sweets. Most cats are lactose intolerant. For their own good, it's best not to feed your cat desserts or cakes."

Chocolate eats more sweets than Jenkins, and Jenkins doesn't like the inferior sweetness of this era.

"I know, if possible, I will never feed my cat candy in my life."

It seems to be an answer to the clerk, but it's actually for Chocolate to hear. Chocolate understood Jenkins' threat and meowed in dissatisfaction on his shoulder.

Of course, although he threatened his cat, Jenkins still bought a small piece of cake for the cat Chocolate before leaving the store with a pile of things. In return, Chocolate probably saw Jenkins' attitude and was very considerate of him holding a pile of things, so he didn't squat on his shoulder, but walked on the ground by himself, which was rare.

It took less than twenty minutes from leaving the yard used for unloading to returning. But after walking a few steps out of the store, Jenkins stopped and looked up at the third floor of the building where the carriage shop was located. Billowing black smoke was coming out of it.

This should have just appeared, and the people downstairs have not noticed it yet, so there is no commotion for the time being.

"Is this a fire?"

With a somewhat uneasy premonition in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked back with Chocolate. It was only twenty minutes since he left, but there was no one in the corridor. When he returned to the door leading to the yard, he didn't see a single policeman, and even the gravekeeper who should be on duty at the door didn't show up.

Jenkins' uneasy premonition became stronger. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. Sure enough, there was no one in the yard, only some flowers scattered on the ground.

"What's going on?"

Putting the thing in his hand on the front shaft of the carriage, he picked up Chocolate at his feet and looked up at the third floor of the building. The strong black aura was at the window where the fire was coming out. From the shape, it was not a human shape, but a pool of soft mud.

Several gravekeepers were also in that position, and they were all alive. If it goes as expected, the missing policeman and the other people in the yard should also be on the third floor.

"What happened?"

He wondered. At the same time, there was an explosion on the third floor, which finally attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street. Soon screams and cries for help came from the front.

Jenkins stood there and pointed to the sky:

"Call the wind and rain!"

The flow of the wind brought dark clouds, and the heavy clouds brought a moist breath to the air above the gray fog. First, a few drops of rain fell on the ground, and then the sound of rain came continuously.

This time, it is not necessary to let the rain cover the entire city, just the nearby blocks. Therefore, the loss of spirit is not as much as last time. Jenkins just took a few breaths and thought he could maintain such a loss.

"I'll go up to see the situation, you stay here to watch the food this time."

He said to the cat on his shoulder and put the chocolate next to the paper bags.

The cat poked its head and sniffed the sweet smell next to it, then shook his head decisively at Jenkins. It actually "stood up" from the shaft of the cart, supporting its body with its two hind legs, raising its body and opening its front paws, making a gesture to Jenkins to hold it. But soon it returned to its original position because it could not stand steadily, and shouted at Jenkins in dissatisfaction, not wanting to be separated from Jenkins.

"Be obedient, there is a fire up there, I want to save people."

The rain got heavier, and even Jenkins, who called the rain, could not avoid getting wet. Although heavy rain can prevent the spread of fire, it obviously cannot extinguish the flames running wild in the building.

He didn't know what happened yet, but it was obvious that the flames had nothing to do with the weird things, because the location of the black aura was only a room on the third floor.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

He said to his cat, and then used his telepathic ability to look at the carriage parked in the corner of the yard. This is not a carriage for pulling goods, but an ordinary open-top carriage for rent. Probably for emergency purposes, the carriage has been harnessed with horses, and the four-hoofed animal stood leisurely under the shed eating grass. Suddenly realizing that someone was talking to it, it turned around and looked at the young man and his cat in confusion.

PS: The number of readers has dropped so fast in the past two weeks. It seems that this book is about to drop out of the top 100 on the bestseller list. This is probably the worst period for this book except for the few months after it was put on the shelves.

Section 1826 Chapter 1797 Mud in the Fire

After receiving Jenkins' invitation, the four-hoofed animal slowly pulled the carriage downstairs. Jenkins pointed at the seat of the carriage again, and black overlapping dense lines appeared there, and soon they were stacked into a thick quilt, which was wet by the rain.

"Wait over there, don't go near downstairs before I call you."

He said to the horse quickly, and the horse immediately pulled the whole carriage of quilts back to the other side of the yard.

"Meow~"

Chocolate on another carriage called pitifully to Jenkins in the rain. Jenkins brought a potted tulip from the side and placed it next to the cat. He knocked on the pot, and the beautiful gradual golden flowers immediately grew sideways. This was a very strange growth phenomenon. The originally symmetrical petals only grew larger on one side and then drooped, covering the cat and the bread biscuits underneath.

"Meow~"

Chocolate watched Jenkins turn and rush toward the building, glanced at the third floor on fire, and raised his paw to pat the petals on his head with a bit of loneliness. He hated to be separated from Jenkins.

Jenkins did not choose to climb the wall from the outside to the third floor, but ran back into the building and ran along the stairs to the third floor. Somehow, not only was there no one on the first floor, but also on the second floor. At least Jenkins did not meet anyone running down. Now the fire has just spread to the second floor, and the stairs are not affected for the time being.

Because the stairs are connected to each other, just walk up the stairs. But turning the corner of the stairs, in the stairwell where the temperature suddenly rose, Jenkins saw that the entrance to the stairs leading to the third floor was blocked by furniture in all directions, and billowing black smoke poured from the gaps in the furniture to the stairwell connecting the second and third floors. Jenkins could already imagine what the situation on the third floor was.

It was like someone lifted the entire building and tilted it to one side, and all the furniture inside was piled up in one corner.

But this did not stop Jenkins. He took a step back and then pushed forward sideways, knocking open the cabinets and tables and chairs blocking the stairs with a loud noise.

These furnitures had already started to catch fire, and the black smoke made him cough constantly. Once the fire started to burn, it spread quickly. In the few minutes he wasted, flames had already burst out of the walls. I don’t know what kind of building materials were used here.

Covering his mouth and nose, he rushed into the corridor on the third floor with his body crouched low. The fire of grace surged out of his body, blocking those ordinary flames. After walking a few steps, he saw a group of people rushing out under the leadership of two gravekeepers, with a bubble-like barrier around them to protect them.

"What happened?"

"In the room over there, the captain and that thing are in a stalemate! It forced us up, we just escaped, and there are still many people here!"

The gravekeeper, who looked a little young, answered, and then looked at the road that had just been opened behind Jenkins.

"Don't go out from here, the fire has spread to the second floor."

Jenkins pointed to the wall beside him:

"Smash this wall."

"I'll do it."

The older gravekeeper took out a talisman from his pocket, asked everyone to stay away from that side, and then threw it lightly. The talisman stuck to the wall and then suddenly exploded into bone fragments, smashing the wall. The slightly cold wind on the rainy day blew in, but it didn't have much effect on the fire.

"Come here!"

Jenkins approached the gap and shouted to the horse. The carriage carrying the quilt immediately came downstairs:

"You just jump down. Although it's a little dangerous, at least you won't die from the fall."

There are still gravekeepers here, and it shouldn't be a problem to take people to jump down safely.

"I'll go help your captain, and you can rescue the others on this floor."

He said to the two gravekeepers again. After the two of them whispered thanks, they arranged for people to go downstairs from the gap.

Jenkins ignored the people behind him and continued to walk inside along the corridor on fire. The wind and rain that rushed in from the explosion gap finally had some effect. Although the fire was still as fierce as before, Jenkins could barely open a path. The people trapped inside hurriedly left in the opposite direction of Jenkins's advance, and occasionally the explosions from somewhere would cause bursts of exclamations.

But the group of flower girls were not seen along the way until they came to the last room. As soon as his hand touched the hot door handle, black smoke burst out. Jenkins pushed the door but it didn't open.

So he took a step back, took a run-up and suddenly slammed sideways into the door. The door was like a phantom, allowing Jenkins to pass directly. Jenkins, who was too strong, rushed into the room and almost collided with the flower girls crowded at the door.

It was clearly burning outside, but there was no sign of burning in this room. And not only was there no fire, but even the temperature in the room was abnormally low.

In the innermost part of the room, Captain Rogers, the gravekeeper, was holding a short stick and stalemate with a pool of squirming black mud in front of a small round table. The mud was expanding away from Captain Rogers, attaching to the floor and walls to increase its area. But the gravekeeper didn't dare to move, and Jenkins could see that his back was soaked.

"What's going on now?"

He asked as he turned around and tried to open the door, but the door didn't move. The flower girl who was sobbing because of fear immediately told him that they were trapped here because they couldn't open the door, and the other gentleman in the room hadn't moved for a long time.

"Captain Rogers, what's going on?"

Jenkins asked again, but the gravekeeper still didn't speak or make any moves. Finally, one of the bolder girls told Jenkins that she had just seen the person who was talking to Jenkins in the yard, and after Jenkins left, he asked someone to bring more white mice and then give them injections.

"Injection?"

Jenkins immediately understood that she was referring to the injection, which was to inject the toxin into the mice. If it was just a simple repetition of the process that Jenkins had already seen, there should be no problem, so it must be the extra actions of the gravekeepers that caused the current situation.

The group came to the third floor by themselves, including most of the people on the first and second floors. After the mud appeared in the yard, Captain Rogers yelled for everyone to flee immediately.

We should have fled to the street, but just like Jenkins couldn't open the door now, the crowd couldn't open the door of the building. Even when Jenkins came back, the door was not even closed.

So people fled upstairs layer by layer, and in a hurry they were still blocked by the mud that seeped up from the cracks in the floor on the third floor. Because no one dared to look directly at the mud, the flower girls couldn't describe the specific details of the fire, but it must have happened when the two sides fought.

Chapter 1827 Chapter 1798 Tough Opponent

The aura intensity of the black mud has reached the level of a weird thing. Although it is not a smart way to judge the strength of the power by the aura intensity, it at least shows that the opponent is not a very strong item like Dad's key.

After asking the flower girl about the seemingly true and false details, Jenkins controlled the gift of fire and contacted the mud that was constantly approaching everyone on the ground. As soon as the two touched, the mud didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting, and immediately retreated.

"Sure enough, they are afraid of fire."

Otherwise, it would make no sense to force a group of people to the third floor, but only move around in this room and ignore the other people on the floor. Jenkins even suspected that the arsonist was the captain of the gravekeeper in front of him, and he might have discovered the other party's weakness.

Knowing this, it's easy to deal with. As the level increases, Jenkins's control of the gift is more handy. Although he can't split the flame into filaments and cut the mud bit by bit, it's no problem to keep driving the mud to the corners of the room.

While doing this, let the flower girls step back, Jenkins quietly turned around and summoned the mining lamp of [Mechanical Light], and directly opened a small hole in the door.

I wanted to use the small hole to destroy the entire door. Looking outside from the hole, I found that the fire had reached a more serious level. He and the gravekeeper could escape, but there was a group of teenage girls here. It would be difficult for them to escape unscathed from the way Jenkins came.

"Then we can only open a hole in this house."

In this way, we still have to deal with the mud that I don't know what it is first.

While using the flame to completely force the mud into the corner, he slowly approached the gravekeeper. He still dared not move. Jenkins carefully looked at him from top to bottom with the Eye of Truth, and saw a black light spot at his waist.

"Can you talk?"

He asked again, and sure enough, he still didn't get an answer. Suddenly, he made a move and pressed on the other's back, and then the flames from his sleeves wrapped the gravekeeper completely. The flower girls screamed behind him, but the gravekeeper was not ignited. After some black smoke floated into the air, Jenkins manipulated the flames to leave everyone's body and continued to join the siege of the mud. The motionless gravekeeper finally moved.

He collapsed on the ground and it took a while for him to recover:

"Just now, I accidentally let a drop of toxin splash onto my clothes. When I found it, I almost let it touch my skin."

"This mud is really where we extract toxins? What did you do?"