"This newspaper reported that at 7:15 last night, a serious explosion occurred in a residential house located at No. 22, Wensk Street, Daqiao South District. It was suspected to be caused by a gas leak. Fortunately, the house was uninhabited for many years and no casualties occurred..."

"It's really possible that anything can be pushed to the gas explosion..." In the early morning, Klein, who was awakened by Mr. Demon's call to serve early, picked up today's newspaper and soon saw the news he wanted to see on the third page.

but……

"It actually caused an explosion... Is that 'thing' with explosion ability, or is it that the punishment agent destroys the traces by blowing up the house?" Klein regretted that he didn't go to the south of the bridge to watch yesterday, but after thinking about it, he shook his head gently. If he was present, with his strength that had not been digested in sequence eight, he might be taken back by the punishment agent.

"Anyway, this matter is almost over here. Mr. Hanging Man seems to be in Beckland recently. Maybe he will share today's events at the Tarot meeting... Oh, by the way, he and Miss Justice asked for leave yesterday... Unfortunately, Mr. Melas's commission is probably gone, ten pounds!"

Klein sighed in pain, walked four steps back to the gray fog, informing Mr. Sun and Mr. Demon that the Tarot would be suspended next time. Although the Sun, Demon and himself could also hold a Tarot meeting, it was not as difficult as Mr. Hanging Man's imagination and Miss Justice's supporting role. He wanted to maintain his character in front of two people with rich knowledge of mysticism but no intersection.

...

"It's true that it's still paused!" Snow listened to the voice of Mr. Fool who echoed in his ears, and felt the potion digest a little more.

If you ask who is the most important member of the entire Tarot Club, it must be Miss Justice, no doubt, not because she is rich enough, but because she is novice enough.

As a newcomer to an extraordinary world, Miss Audrey can always ask Mr. Fool some questions he wants to know but is low-level enough. This excellent supporting method is the basis for the Tarot Club to maintain in the early stage.

After calming down his mood, Snow continued to read the letters in the mailbox. After confirming that there was no business today, he took the letter from the readers and picked out a few distinctive ones to reply while reading.

Snow is very similar to the process of hand because he knows very well that these readers will become his anchor in the near future.

However, his good mood did not last long. When the first reply was just written, a familiar murmur suddenly rang in Snow's ears. Before he could hear what the murmur was saying, layered whispers emerged one after another.

"The real Creator is a secret existence, and the fool is also a secret existence. I will not be contaminated by listening to the fool's whispers, so I will not be contaminated by listening to the real Creator's whispers..."

The white horse's whispers formed layers of filters, isolating all the pollution in the whispers that suddenly appeared, leaving only a faint murmur, echoing in his ears—

"Come here! Come here!"

"This is the oracle of the real Creator? How could he contact me suddenly? Because I am now Mr. V, I am the messenger of God?" Snow had this thought in his mind, but he immediately raised his right hand, clicked four times in front of his chest, drew a symbol of the cross, and said devoutly:

"Your will is my will."

After saying that, he stared at the layers of murmurs, took out the extraordinary characteristics of the monk from the tin cigarette box he carried with him and threw them into the shadow, pushed open the door and walked outside...

...

"It should be here..."

Following the direction pointed out by the whisper of the real world, Snow frowned and patrolled the surrounding environment, but did not find any strangeness...

Well, there is! A sewer!

Snow's eyes focused on the valuable iron lid. After thinking for a moment, he activated the ability of the monk.

I have to say that this legacy from "Mr. V" is really useful. In addition to spreading the real Creator's rap all the time, it can almost give the user all the abilities of the monks.

What does this mean?

It means that as long as you can withstand the whispers of true creation, an ordinary person can also gain the strength of the middle sequence through it, and it is the kind in all aspects.

Snow's body suddenly collapsed and turned into a dark shadow, flowing down the gap at the entrance of the sewer. After passing through the short foul-smelling area, he saw a man.

"Ranelus?"

...

Ranrus felt that he was very unlucky. He obviously wanted to make big news, but he didn't expect that he was hit by the real creator.

The saplings buried in his body of the real Creator kept exerting influence on his spirit, causing him to come to Beckland in a trance, to come to this city full of depravity, numbness, resentment and death. Even if he did not feel the little bit of saplings that grew in his flesh and blood, he understood what the evil god wanted to do.

Fortunately, he is just an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, and his power can be limited. In order not to kill him directly, the real Creator does not have much power to come to him. He is a "scamist". By exerting extraordinary abilities such as charm and misleading thinking, he barely keeps himself in a certain degree of rationality. He did not obey the wishes of the real Creator and hid in the eastern district, factory area or dock area. Instead, he hid in the southern district of the bridge where Bakerland's life is the smoothest, away from the negative emotions that can catalyze the arrival of the real Creator.

But after hiding for so many days, he was still discovered. I don’t know if it was the fallen creator who secretly influenced the woman, or if he was influenced by the fallen creator, he forgot to control the degree of thought-induced induction. Or maybe it was the woman who was a love brain and completely ignored her warning.

In short, the woman's frequent interactions attracted the attention of the outside world and even attracted the elite team of the punishment agents. After striving to break through the siege, he finally fell into the hands of the members of the Aurora Society...

...

"This is an important guest. Prepare some changes to him. He will stay here for the next period of time. Remember to keep it confidential." Snow took Ranrus to Mr. A's house and ordered the butler.

He was not worried that Lanerus would attack the people here, or that Lanerus would like to have no one around him to die, because every dead person would increase the speed of the real Creator's replacement for him by a few points.

After roughly arranged the issue of staying at Lanerus, Snow turned around and looked at Lanerus and said, "Dear Mr. Container, if you need anything, you can tell them that as long as you don't leave this house, they will satisfy you."
Chapter completed!