Outside Tingen, houses containing green lawns are moved.

It has a garden that has withered in early September and a dark red chimney.

I have a desk behind the window of this house, with an ordinary note on it.

A charred, dry, broken arm exudes a strong burnt smell and tore the notes apart with extreme anger. In the scattered pages, lines of brand new words tell the root of his anger-

"Poor Ince Zangwell, his 'perfect' plan has endured so many variables that he had to go on the battle himself just to take away the ashes of the long-coveted Santa Selena."

"Although Black Thorn Security Company has only three extraordinary people left in defense, out of vigilance of fate, Ince Zangwell killed Klein Moretti, who repeatedly caused his plan to change after breaking into Black Thorn Security Company. However, the two high-level talismans that appeared for some reason still gave him enough "surprise". After the talisman close to the power of the demigod evaporated all the spirits he dominated, he almost killed him on the spot."

"Luckily, these two talismans in the Sun Realm also shattered the dark field of Santa Selena's ashes. During the riot of extraordinary items behind the Chanis Gate, he successfully seized Santa Selena's ashes, and in the ceremony arranged with the characteristics of the descendants of the God of Death, he was forcibly promoted to the Night Watchman of Sequence 4, thus gaining divinity and becoming a powerful man of half-gods and half-man."

"However, completing the promotion under severe injury caused irreversible damage to Inszangewell. In such a state, can he avoid the pursuit and interception of all extraordinary people in Tingen?"

"Ince Zangwell did not fail. He did get what he wanted, but is it worth it?"

...

In the Raphael Cemetery under the night, in front of a newly erected tombstone, the newly sealed tomb pit stone slab was turned around, and a charred arm stretched out from the soil.

Wow!

The stone slab was pushed open, the coffin lid was pushed open, and the charred corpse in formal clothes crawled out of the coffin. The high-temperature carbonated flesh was squirming and regenerating rapidly, but this picture became more and more uncomfortable.

"Hiss--Burning is indeed a very painful way to die..."

The unrecognizable facial features wrinkled a ferocious expression that even the spirits could scare away, but soon, the brand new skin slowly climbed onto the terrifying cheeks.

"Is Ince Zangwell dead?" Klein's memory was still at the moment when he was penetrated by his chest, and the moment he instinctively recited the activated word of the Yangyan Talisman.

He stood up hard, sorted out his belongings slightly, and found that there was only a spiritual swing, a copper whistle, and a long dress that he bought specifically for the purpose of burial.

"Benson and Melissa are so ignorant of being frugal!" Klein sighed, stood up and began to search in the cemetery, one, two... There are not many new tombs in the cemetery, but thankfully, he did not see the familiar names on those tombstones.

"Fortunately, it seems that Leonard and Luo Yao are fine... Captain and the others have nothing to do." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, watching his body gradually recover to the level of being able to see people, and immediately left the cemetery. At this moment, he couldn't wait to know whether the guy who killed him died in the Yangyan talisman.

...

"Meow!"

In the mansion in the west of Bakerland, Snow, who was typing, suddenly heard Lily's shrill cry. He immediately turned his head to look, but found that a piece of meat was squirming in a strange way in the shadows in the corner of the room.

"Quiet." Snow gently comforted Lily, but his attention was always focused on your flesh in the circle of your eyes until it re-formed a pale but extremely handsome man. He breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully stroked his chest with one hand:

"Mr. a, you are back."

"Yes." Mr. A's tone was filled with anger and madness, but he still suppressed his anger and ordered:

"I need to stay with you for a while and you can maintain your normal state."

"Okay, I'll prepare some food for you." Snow did not die and asked the evil god's descendants how he was. Judging from Mr. A's current appearance, he probably was still seriously injured.

"No need." Mr. a called Feng Xue and said seriously, "The fraudster named Ranrus has arrived in Beckland now. He has the divine nature of my Lord, and is the living creature that will come to my Lord, find him, but don't let him discover it."

"We have suffered a great loss in Beckland's power, and there are probably not many people who can mobilize." Snow said as tactfully as possible about the situation of the Aurora Society, but Mr. A didn't care:

"The lambs at the bottom need as much as I can, just wait for me to recover..."

In an instant, Snow felt that the thorn was on his back. He was sure that Mr. A's words were definitely testing, but he did not show any hostility, and still had a respectful expression.

Mr. A's brief silence did not continue. He continued to ask as if he had just breathed while talking:

"How did your secret prayer potion be digested?"

Snow easily understood his thoughts, and immediately drew a long and short pattern on his chest, and replied respectfully:

"I have completely digested it half a month ago by the Lord's blessing."

"Good, take me to your basement, and I will prepare you the listener's potion."

Mr. A said, taking out a piece of ear-shaped piece of meat from his body, which made Snow look very disgusting. However, considering Mr. A's danger, he still curbed his nausea urge to take him to the basement and brought Mr. A, who was obviously seriously injured and wanted to benefit his subordinates, and then watched Mr. A skillfully select auxiliary materials from the flowers and plants powders. As for why Mr. A is so familiar with his basement...

Because he had a bottle of potion, it was also prepared by Mr. A here.

...

“Drink it and you will be able to listen to the gospel of the Lord directly.”

After more than ten minutes, Mr. A, who had no time to change his clothes, had to wear a coat made of flesh and blood, completed a bottle of lilac-emitting potion, and pushed it in front of Snow in a tone similar to that of more than a month ago.

Looking at the bottle of potion, Snow doubted whether Mr. A had really prepared according to the potion formula. However, even Mr. A who was seriously injured was definitely not something he could deal with, a little novices with a perfect sequence. He picked up the flask and looked at the lilac inside, as if there were countless nauseous mucus bubbles like cochleas, and swallowed it in one bite.

The indescribable nausea slid down her throat and then began to swell continuously, as if she wanted to completely spread Snow's body.

Snow only felt that every nerve of his body seemed to have turned into a soldering iron, and the strong burning pain almost made him scream.

Forced himself into a semi-meditation state to restrain his spirituality, but at this moment, an indescribable voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

There is no doubt that it was a whisper of the real Creator, but at the same time, a long-established sentence also emerged—

"Mr. Fool's whisper is the whisper of the hidden existence, and the whisper of the real Creator is also the whisper of the hidden existence. I will not be contaminated by the whisper of the fool, so I will not be contaminated by the real Creator!"

The white horse Feimana's layer by layer whisper turned into a filter, filtering the whispers of the real creator layer by layer. Finally, only the sound of a passerby's greeting was left, which was passed into his spirit body. He finally captured a small piece of it more clearly, as if he was talking-

"Suka no!"
Chapter completed!