Chapter 684 Ch683 Visitors and Beast Intuition
Chapter 684 Ch.683 Visitors and Beast Intuition
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"Name": Visitors
"Type": Invisible Art
"Description": Coming from the deep sea.
Starting with the shoes arranged in reverse order, through the mouthpiece that drank the evil blood, invite guests from the sleeping world...
The caster needs to have a special "influence" to cut and penetrate the barrier between wakefulness and sleep, anchored by flesh and soul, to guide and open the door of miracles.
Note: You have it.
But the great and sharp existence does not recommend that stupid blind people consume treasures that are difficult to obtain.
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So, please ask the "great and sharp existence", you don't think that it was John Anchel who actually completed the ritual.
"Obviously."
"By the way, I think this title suits me better."
The "influence" that the wrench said is the reward he got after passing through the door-after meeting Saint Archene, representing the influence of "closing", "disassembling" and "opening".
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So, can I also use this ritual?
"You need a medium."
"But I don't recommend it."
"Your blood represents an almost extinct species. I don't think anyone other than Delis can 'raise' a 'treasure that voluntarily sacrifices itself' - if the ritual is really successful, you have to be prepared to face a truly terrifying monster that will not show mercy."
"This creature was able to fight against high-level ritualists in the past."
"As for other media...eyeballs and throats?"
"Do you have any other good ideas?"
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I still want to see Aurora.
"I knew you were thinking about that disgusting ghost thing."
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Ghost thing? -
Isn't it a goblin?
"Self-deception."
"You know what a goblin looks like, you've seen it with your own eyes."
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The ugly thing in the bottle is not a goblin.
"Humans always love to deceive themselves."
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What else is Aurora?
"Hehe."
Roland:...
It didn't work.
My mood suddenly became bad.
Roland drooped his face and got up to go to the second floor. Shandel and the Ancher couple followed closely.
Reentering the bedroom, John Ancher still maintained his previous appearance.
Wrapped in a quilt, he spoke all kinds of slang.
He should be able to get along well with Rose - as long as he can beat that thief.
"Exorcist, if you take my father's money and do nothing, I will report you to the town police... Don't think that our Ancher family in Basildon doesn't have-"
"Shut up! John! Can you-"
"How can you talk to a child like this?"
How does this family usually live?
Roland couldn't help but be curious.
"Sir, Madam. I'm afraid I have to talk to Mr. Ancher alone-some questions and answers are best between me and him... Can I?"
Without waiting for the couple to answer, Shandel turned around first, opened the door, and waited at the door.
Her behavior played a guiding role. Old Ancher didn't pause for long, and pulled his reluctant wife out of the room together.
The door was quickly closed.
Roland didn't wait any longer. He stepped on the corroded wooden board with traces of mucus and asked directly: "Tell me, Mr. John Ancher. Who, using what medium, summoned a monster in your room?"
Anyone who has not died in adolescence, anyone who has gone through that crazy, romantic and stupid period knows that children of a certain age, both men and women, are extremely stupid.
They care more about "dignity" than "interests" -
Even if a person who comes to them for their own sake and to solve their problems damages their self-proclaimed huge dignity, which is actually like an old man's urge to urinate...
Then they will turn against each other.
The best example is right in front of them.
The boy on the bed almost "jumped" up.
"Who are you talking to?!"
Roland blinked: "I haven't been beaten for a long time, sir, especially by a fist that's not much older than me."
John Anchel was no longer as obedient as he was when facing his mother. His handsome face became twisted and fierce - like a gangster who failed to steal and turned to robbery. He lifted the quilt, got out of the bed barefoot, and walked to Roland in two or three steps.
Look up.
"You'd better respect me, Exorcist."
"I'm the leader of the Bad Boy Gang!"
Roland:...
"Puff--"
"What gang did he say?!"
"Quick! Ask again!"
"I finally met a naming enthusiast who is even more useless than you!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
Roland:...
To be honest, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't react for a while.
It was too sudden.
"Bad...what?"
"The Bad Boys Gang, haven't you heard of it?" John Anchel put his fist against Roland's chest and pushed it hard (although it didn't move at all), "Oh, I see. You look about the same age as me, but you haven't been to school for a day - you probably don't have parents and can't afford to go to school."
"So you do this kind of work everywhere?"
"To some extent, he's right."
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Shut up.
Roland hasn't beaten up a mortal for a long time.
Bullying can be a means, but it's best not to treat it as a hobby.
"I want those two scimitars so badly, John. Now, I'm so curious about the story behind them..."
"So..."
No mistake, read it in one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!
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The thin door could not stop John Anchel's wailing.
And the cry for help.
Before her husband could speak, his wife got anxious.
She almost pulled Shandel's hair and threw her against the iron oil lamp stand beside her. During the struggle, she was hit hard on the waist by a cold gun barrel.
The girl who had been gentle and polite all the way was also frightened. She couldn't stop her tears. She pulled out the pistol in panic, but she didn't dare to pull the trigger.
But after the woman staggered back, she held it tremblingly, crying and asking her and her husband not to get close.
"My...my partner...cannot be disturbed..."
Mrs. Ancher was furious: "He is beating my child! You dirty bitch! Get out of the way! Otherwise! I will find the town police and hang you in the square!"
Loyalty to the partner is greater than the fear of death.
The gray-haired girl cried miserably, shivering like a rabbit facing a shotgun-but she still insisted on her principle: no one is allowed to disturb her partner, and no one is allowed to enter the house.
Just then, the wailing in the room suddenly rose.
She couldn't listen to her child being beaten and abused like this.
Separated by a door.
Mrs. Ancher could even imagine what happened in the room.
"Get out of the way!"
She shouted.
"I don't believe you dare to pull the trigger! Do you want me to go downstairs to find a shotgun?!"
She stood straight forward, her falcon-like eyes fixed on the trembling girl, trying to make the other party feel her resolute courage.
The benefactor is above.
The hand holding the gun was shaking non-stop. Did this dirty bitch really fire...even one shot?
Probably just to scare people.
She didn't dare to shoot me.
Mrs. Ancher was about to move forward, but her body suddenly paused, and a huge force pulled her back, away from the door in an instant.
It was old Ancher.
His husband.
The man grabbed his wife's wrist, pulled her back like a bag, and smashed her against the wooden wall behind him by inertia.
Bang.
The wife shouted like crazy: "Do you know what you are doing--"
Old Ancher stared at the sobbing girl quietly, no longer defending his dignity, and bent his old waist to her, which rarely showed an arc.
"... I apologize to you on behalf of my wife, young lady."
A touch of disappointment passed through his blue eyes.
Shandel...
Feeling bored.
The girl, who lost the opportunity and was too lazy to pretend anymore, turned the gun in her hand, leaned against the door, and listened to the bursts of noise coming from the room.
It was the sound of fists hitting flesh and breaking bones, and the wailing of pain...
Xander, like Mrs. Ancher, could imagine what was happening in the room.
The way her master waved his fists and his black hair was messy...
The sound of breathing.
The smell of sweat.
Ah...
How jealous.
John Ancher.
Xander licked the corner of his mouth, and the more he looked at the couple, the more he disliked them.