The Righteous Player(s)

This is a novel experience that Citalopram has never had before.

　　 is not walking on the ground with legs, but floating on the ground with thoughts.

　　 Citalopram feels very clear, she can still step on her legs and pretend she is moving.

　　 can even stand still, or even move forward while sitting or lying down beside the bed... Anyway, the maximum moving speed is constant. It just made her feel a little awkward, and her vision was not wide enough.

　　...Is this a female ghost form?

　　 For some reason, Citalopram had such an idea.

　　 She quietly walked through the wall and entered the interior of No. 35 Rusty Water Street.

After 　　, she did not act rashly, but avoided the people around her for the first time, carefully observing the internal environment of the target.

　　——Yes, No. 35 on Rusty Water Street is not a residential house either.

　　 is a relatively empty warehouse.

The space inside 　　 is about the size of a 400-meter runway circle. Close to one-third to half of the gate, huge wooden boxes were piled up. The wooden boxes are about one meter high, some are stacked on two floors, and some are stacked on three floors. The three-layered ones are covered with thick cloth, while the two-layered ones don't.

　　 There is no doubt that these boxes are bunkers.

　　The gully composed of several boxes stacked on top of each other perfectly blocked the view. And in the warehouse more than half of the gate, until the end of the warehouse, it was empty.

　　 There is no back door, but a few observation holes blocked by iron rods have been cut.

　　 Citalopram's pupils suddenly shrank.

　　 She clearly saw...In the open space behind the warehouse, there are many things that seem to be wrong!

　　 The most conspicuous is an altar similar to the three-story Tower of Hanoi. The top layer was engraved with many blood grooves as wide as a finger, and there were still very thick and viscous, dark traces like silt.

　　 She also saw a few runes carved on the ground-she could clearly see the trail of dragging.

　　 Around these runes, there is a square circle without traces of dust. Obviously, they just lifted the boxes pressed on the runes and piled them in other places.

　　 In addition, there are many strange parts that citalopram does not know what it is used for.

　　 But fortunately, she also graduated from a medical university, so she can recognize it clearly. What was this originally:

　　 For example, raw cow head bones with all the flesh and blood being shaved, but with horns remaining;

　　 The spine is separated from the ribs on both sides, and three rows of large dog bones are hung on the wall;

　　The heart of rats, bats, frogs and certain birds soaked in some kind of antiseptic liquid;

　　 Fermenting excrement in a copper vessel...

In addition to these things of animal origin, there are also powdered crystals, rubies, sapphires, lead, and silver-the reason why they are clearly known is because the containers of different textures are labeled, and cital Pulan seems to recognize this kind of text.

　　 After all, these utensils are almost opaque. Without the label, there is no way to tell what is inside.

　　 In addition, there are some strange, obviously hand-made "tools."

　　For example, a triangular frame made of glass or crystal; a male and female doll with a cut off the chest and abdomen to expose cotton wool; a strange balance composed of two weights of different weights and two ropes of different lengths...

……what's going on?

　　 Seeing these things, Citalopram did not act rashly.

　　 She just shrank in the corner, quietly counting people's heads.

　　...... A total of seventeen people.

　　 Fortunately, Si Secret didn't kill him directly.

　　-he is correct.

　　 "It's alright, time is up."

　　 The thin old man standing in the middle of the crowd said quietly, and took the pocket watch back into his arms: "It seems that Bob is not going to come."

　　 "Then shall we retreat directly?"

A bald man about two meters tall, with unusually strong muscles and a two-handed moustache asked in a deep voice: "Bob, they are afraid that they will be caught or betray us... Now the crow may have noticed us. "

　　 "It's also possible that old Mike is finally going to run."

The brown-skinned woman with a terrible scar on her face and dark green tattoos on her shoulders sneered: "Brother Bob is also a coward. They looked reluctant before, as if we were going to force them to die. "

　　 "Okay, you can just talk about old Mike and Joseph escaping. But Bob is not that kind of person. Although he is Joseph's cousin, he is different from him."

　　 The bald man retorted in a deep voice: "Bob has a strong desire... He is a qualified person, different from us. He is entirely possible to embark on a path of transcendence-so he is least necessary to escape.

　　 "That's not necessarily true."

　　 The woman snorted: "The Transcendental Road...It's not just us. Maybe he will take our information and go to the crow."

　　 "——Transcendent inheritance is indeed everywhere."

　　 The skinny old man spoke slowly and interrupted their conversation: "But besides us, who would lead the son of a felon on the path of transcendence?"

　　 "Yes, daddy."

　　 The strong man nodded respectfully to the old man, and said nothing more.

　　 "Father, you have the final say."

　　 The unruly brown-skinned woman also chose to give in to the old man.

　　 The skinny old man called "Daddy" slowly said, "Moreover, I want to correct one of your mistakes. It's not that you are not incapable of embarking on the extraordinary road...but it is unnecessary.

　　"Transcendental power does not have to be used by transcendents and priests. In fact, transcendents may not use transcendental power a few times until they die.

　　 "Anyway, just a few times... then the ritual path is the same."

　　 As he said, he walked slowly to the cabinet and took off the two brown earthenware bottles.

　　 Citalopram noticed that it was a bottle marked with "silver" and "pearl"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ which made her a little uneasy.

　　 Then, the old man poured some powder from the bottle into the altar.

　　 The strong man was very conscious, and dragged a short, thin, wicked, short man around him to the altar--his hand could even directly hold the opponent's neck.

　　 Then, as if he was killing a chicken, he used the short man's own dagger to make a stroke on the short man's wrist.

　　 Citalopram suddenly realized something.

　　 She backed without hesitation and got out of the warehouse through the wall.

　　 As the blood gushes out, the silver powder and pearl powder are soaked in the blink of an eye.

　　 The old man put his hand in front of one of the runes and chanted in a low voice:

　　 "Silver allows me to see clearly..."

　　 The next moment, a silver fire suddenly surged on the altar.

　　 The flame has a strange metallic luster, dancing like mercury.

　　 The fire light only illuminates for three seconds, and then goes out again.

　　 nothing appeared.

　　 The old man frowned deeply.

　　 "Is it an illusion..."

　　 he murmured.

　　 The old man was silent for a while, walked to the metal bottles, and at the same time whispered, "You can get me a mouse's heart, a cat's heel, and a frog's heart."

　　 "I want to summon something."