After looking around, the man who was looking for the suitcase moved his mouth slightly and chanted a mantra. After a while, a yellow smoke that only he could see appeared in front of his eyes, and he chased after the smoke in the direction of the smoke.
Jenkins, who took the suitcase, didn't actually run very far. His intention was not to steal other people's things, but to find a quiet place where no one would do anything.
Originally, I was worried that the man would not be able to find me smoothly, and was thinking of leaving some clues, but suddenly I saw the man who was still spinning around in the same place just now, chasing this way.
"That's good."
He also turned around and ran out of the city. After deliberate deceleration and detours, the two finally met at the abandoned mine in the eastern mining area of the city.
Although the mining area in the east of Nolan is rich in minerals, the mines that have been mined a hundred years ago will always be abandoned one day. Although there are not many such worthless mines, it is guaranteed that no one will be encountered after entering. It is a good place to resolve conflicts between the two parties.
"Give me something! Stop running, I can find you wherever you go."
"You want this?"
Jenkins shook the suitcase he was carrying, then tossed it aside. Probably because his strength is too great, and there are raised stones on the ground. After the suitcase fell to the ground and slid for a certain distance, it disintegrated by itself, exposing the large and small packets of tobacco wrapped in clean paper.
"If you beat me, you can naturally take them away."
Jenkins has not found anything wrong with the tobacco for the time being. After all, he has never smoked and cannot judge the quality of tobacco just by observing it from a distance.
"who are you?"
The man who was chasing asked, there was a very obvious mole on the right side of his nose, which made his whole face look a little dirty. He was a well-built, middle-aged man, from his temperament and appearance, he seemed to be a rough man who engaged in manual labor and hung out with his companions in taverns after get off work.
But this is indeed the bestower. Since the bestower needs to have the skills of reading, arithmetic, logical reasoning, ancient Chinese translation, etc. at the same time, his current appearance should also be pretended.
Both of them turned over from the wooden fence outside the abandoned mine. At this time, the location should be the warehouse where the ore was piled up in the past. It's just that because it has been abandoned for a long time, the warehouse has completely collapsed, and now only the remaining walls and the ground that are different from other locations can be seen.
Jenkins thought for a while, and answered the question directly with the truth:
"Somebody wanted my hair today, so I'm curious as to who the hell is doing this."
"Oh, I see."
The man with the beard looked relieved, he relaxed slightly, and then said in a thinner voice:
"I'm sorry for this incident, I think it should be my companion who wrongly marked you. I apologize on behalf of him and myself. I promise, we didn't do anything bad, and we didn't collect those hairs to curse Someone else. My partner is actually working on a very interesting potion, but the material requires a lot of hair with specific requirements, so that's why we're doing it."
Logically speaking, there is no problem. The bestower's spells, rituals, potions, and alchemy all require weird materials. For example, Mr. White Cat did not hesitate to call his companions to act for the nails of the alien species. So spending money to collect hair for potions is logically acceptable, but [lie] priesthood reminded Jenkins that this is a lie.
"Actually, I am also a pharmacist. To be more precise, I made the [Witch's Kiss] that has been on the market since last year. I wonder if you have heard of this potion? So please tell me, What potion is your companion making? I think I can tell if it's real."
It can be seen that the other party has indeed heard of [Witch's Kiss]. After hearing Jenkins' question, his face froze, and then he took a step back. His body blurred like a paint soaked in water, and then disappeared into a pool of black shadows. up.
"Shadow Shuttle?"
This is a rather rare ability, and the Shadow Realm is not a safe place, and turning half of the body into shadows is not a talent that everyone can learn.
"It seems that this time I really accidentally encountered big trouble."
He looked around, because it was close to noon, so the sun was almost running overhead. There are no tall buildings around the abandoned warehouse, so there is no area for shadows to form.
The abilities related to the Shadow Realm necessarily required the existence of the Shadow, so Jenkins couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do.
"Could it be that he ran away?"
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked towards the suitcase that he had lost, wanting to check the situation.
But before he took two steps, his nose suddenly smelled a strong and disgusting aroma. The cat screamed and ran away from Jenkins' shoulder, and Jenkins hurriedly raised his hand to cover his nose, for fear that he would spit it out.
"What's this?"
He thought inexplicably, but looked around, but saw nothing.
"Is it some kind of toxin?"
But his body is almost invulnerable to all poisons, let alone inhaled poison gas, even intravenous injection may not be effective.
"But this should be the first time I have encountered an enemy who uses poison? This is very interesting."
He looked around again, and even the Eye of Reality couldn't see the other party's position, which meant that the other party was still staying in the Shadow Realm. But under the [Eye of Reality], one can see a faint aura of this fragrance, which shows that this poisonous gas is not extraordinary.
Standing in place without moving, waiting for the arrival of the next move. But after waiting for a long time, there was no change, and when he wanted to lift his foot, he found that he couldn't move.
It wasn't that Jenkins was really poisoned, but that the white smoke that slowly emanated from the soil imprisoned his feet. You can't find it unless you look down carefully. It is close to the ground, and a thin layer of fog almost covers the entire warehouse floor.
Probably seeing that Jenkins couldn't pull his feet out of the white mist, the thicker and thicker mist poured out of the ground continuously, and finally reached the position of Jenkins' ankles.
They condense but do not disperse, rolling to maintain a dynamic balance. The fog was thickest five feet away from Jenkins. The white fog rolled and wanted to gather in one place, and finally gathered into the appearance of the man just now.
Of course, this is just a fake body, but it is also very amazing. The incarnation of smoke looked impatiently at Jenkins who couldn't move, and asked in a very fast voice:
"Okay, now it's my turn to question you. Who are you? What's your background? How did you find out about our actions?"