The women choose the famous evil spirit, bold as they are, but absolutely safe.
Sure enough, the eight girls sat around and called for a long time, but the plank that their fingers were holding did not move at all.
Jenkins shook his head and said to the musicians beside him:
"In fact, I have always believed that apart from the great and righteous gods, there is absolutely no other extraordinary power in this world."
Because only the vicinity of the psychic round table was illuminated, no one saw the two chatting.
"It's really old-school thinking, sorry, I'm not criticizing that kind of thinking."
Seeing that Jenkins didn't care, he continued: "Undead, ghosts, I don't know whether these things exist. I will always maintain a skeptical attitude. After all, I can neither prove that they exist nor that they do not exist. But I'll still be in awe, in awe of something more powerful and hidden than me."
"That's a good idea."
Jenkins praised: "It's a pity that my girlfriend just doesn't understand this."
"Miss Mihail? I've also heard that this noble lady is obsessed with occultism. It's hard to evaluate this kind of behavior."
The musician shrugged at Jenkins: "But since she loves this kind of event, then you should show her your attitude, whatever it is. After all, you are in love with each other."
Jenkins: "?"
Chocolate: "Meow?"
"No, no, Miss Michel and I are just ordinary friends."
He quickly denied, where did this knowledge come from
"is that so?"
Mr. Kevin didn't take it seriously, "Norlan City is so big, and everyone's friends are relatively stable. I've heard some rumors about this lady, and I thought... I'm sorry."
"this is nothing."
This gentleman didn't mean anything malicious, he was just chatting with Jenkins when he was bored, so he wouldn't be angry. The men's chatting topics were probably only familiar women, but Jenkins didn't think that Miss Mihail would have any relationship with him.
It was very pleasant to chat with Mr. Kevin, who has a broad vision and extraordinary knowledge. The two met and exchanged correspondence addresses, and they can contact again when they have time.
And the women's psychic has reached the second attempt. This time they used a bowl of blood as an additional prop, and each girl smeared the blood on her forehead.
Miss Lindsay introduced that it was human blood purchased from a hospital, which made Jenkins feel a little uncomfortable. God knows what kind of disease these blood providers will have. There are no rules for donating blood in this era, and the blood in the hospital is also bought. The narrowness of the times makes people extremely afraid of losing a part of themselves, so those who can sell blood are mostly desperate gamblers, gangsters, or prostitutes.
Although external application probably won't cause any problems, he still kindly warned the women's behavior.
"I heard that some germs in the blood can cause permanent damage to the skin of the face. Oh, do you know allergies, it's basically a bumpy pimple on the face..."
They stopped their behavior immediately, and together they cast unfriendly glances at Jenkins.
Putting the bowl of blood on one side of the table, Miss Lindsay ordered the fire to be extinguished as well, and then lit candles on the corner of the table.
She also specially sent her servants to look for intact tombstones in the cemetery outside, and peeled away the snow to identify the mottled scratches. Finally, she decided to try to channel a woman named Seru Halliday this time.
It can be seen from the remaining information that this poor village woman died in 1815 according to the common calendar, which is exactly fifty years ago. She was seventeen years old that year, and her father buried her here.
The portion of the inscription containing the cause of death was destroyed, but the date of death remained, which happened to be today.
Jenkins patted the chocolate and transferred it from his arms to his shoulders. Mr. Kevin looked at it curiously.
"Mr. Williams, do you feel that the temperature has dropped a little?"
"Yes, I don't think Miss Lindsay was very wise in putting out the fire."
In the field of vision of the Eye of Reality, a faint white mist has filled the entire room, spreading out from the windows that cannot be sealed, cracks in the door, and large holes in the roof.
According to the knowledge Jenkins has learned, in this environment, even ordinary people have a very low probability of success if they try to psychic on the death day of the dead, not to mention that they still have a genuine spell item.
The faint mist is [spiritual fog], a kind of ability unique to ghost creatures, but it is much weaker than the one Jenkins encountered in the hospital. It has no other ability except to lower the temperature.
But the problem is that what the old man said about death is that under normal circumstances, the soul of a living being will not stay in the world, let alone stay for fifty years. So where did this ghost come from
The women were still calling in unison with voices similar to whispers, and the buzzing sound was particularly terrifying. The candles on the table could only illuminate them. Under the candlelight, the Ouija board shone with an inexplicable black luster. The clusters of tombstones and the weird smiling and crying faces seemed real.
This scene is probably similar to the ceremony held by the cultists.
Without Jenkins taking action, the three benefactors outside had already noticed something was wrong. One of them is level 4 and two are level 3. Although the combination of light spots is not reasonable, it should be no problem to deal with an undead without special abilities.
The three of them started to move together. Jenkins and Chocolate stared at the wall with piercing eyes, actually observing the situation outside.
The aura on the ghost was too weak, and Jenkins couldn't see it through a wall, but as the bestower's light spot bloomed, the woman's terrifying cry suddenly broke the silence of the night.
Everyone in the room stopped their voices immediately.
"What happened just now?"
A lady answered questions in a low voice, her voice trembling.
"I gonna go see."
Jenkins opened the door and walked out without waiting for the crowd to react. When he walked in just now, in order to prevent accidents, he stood closest to the door.
There were footsteps behind him, and the soles of his boots made a "creak" sound when they stepped on the wooden boards. It seemed that he was not the only one who walked out the door. But Jenkins didn't care, and after confirming that ordinary people couldn't see the evil spirit, he first looked in the direction of the three benefactors.
One of them was rather embarrassed, and fell in the snow in a funny posture, while the other two men looked at the position between them with horror on their faces.
[Fear Art], most spirit creatures possess this ability, and these two seem to be unlucky enough to fall for it.