The evening wind blew the ground, blowing the newspaper that someone had discarded on the ground to the corner of the street. There was a faint noise in the distance, as if there was a drunkard making trouble.
"Come out, I see you."
Jenkins yelled into the distance.
Ever since his return from the castle, he had had the odd feeling of being followed. The essence of the spirit is to bring the giver closer to the world and the world to the giver. As the level rises and the spirit accumulates, the giver's sixth sense will become more and more sensitive.
When I was in the carriage just now, the weirdness of being followed reached the extreme. He didn't want to implicate the two girls, even though one of them might be a helper, so he asked to get off the car.
Standing silently on the street, holding the red cane in his hand.
A moment later, a tall figure walked out of the alley on one side.
He was wearing a black high-necked coat with the collar turned up almost covering his ears. There was a heavily smeared mask on his face, and it was impossible to tell what the original mask was like.
"10 light spots, 2 bubbles, level 6 gifter? I'm so big on face?"
Jenkins thought in his heart, knowing that he was definitely not an opponent, and already had the intention to quit.
The man didn't say a word, the mask showed a strange luster under the red and blue moonlight.
Jenkins didn't dare to move first. He didn't bring much with him when he came out this time. He only had a few spells in his pocket these days, but most of them were for dealing with spirits.
"If I had known this, I would have asked my father for a pistol."
He had some regrets in his heart, but the man opposite him suddenly acted.
He took off the tall black hat on top of his head, grabbed the brim of the hat with both hands and turned it over gently, and a mirror as tall as a person suddenly appeared in front of Jenkins.
The mirror obscured most of Jenkins' view, reflecting Jenkins' nervous expression as he held his cane.
He froze for a moment, only to see that the smooth mirror turned gray as if covered with dust, his image disappeared, and a hand that had failed miserably stretched out from the mirror.
Jenkins swung his cane violently in his left hand, and with the sound of Huo breaking through the air, the cane hit that hand.
"It's useless, it's not a spirit body!"
He quickly backed away, and the strange faceless human figure that stepped out of the mirror also accelerated to catch up.
Hold your right hand tightly, withdraw your right arm, mobilize the spirit and pour it into it, strike forward, Frost Fist!
The surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees, and with a bang, the fist hit the strange pale figure with an icy airflow.
Soft to the touch, like pudding for afternoon tea.
The human figure flew out backwards, and frost spread from the place where the two of them touched just now. It fell to the ground, trembled a few times and shattered into pieces, turning into a black sticky substance that seeped into the shadows.
"I'm so good?"
Jenkins himself couldn't believe the effect of the punch. He took a few steps back and looked around vigilantly, but found that everything was like a dream.
The mirror is gone, the man is gone, and only myself is left. It's still a quiet street, and it's still the same day with two moons.
This occasional attack ended anticlimactically, and he stood there for a while on the street, until another carriage with kerosene lamps on it hurried past, and the driver sitting upright looked at Jenkins curiously as he passed by, Jenkins I just came back to my senses.
He frowned and looked around, shook his head, and walked towards his home along the street.
Nothing happened on this road, but at the neat intersection of Privet Drive, a very conspicuous cardboard box was placed under the bright moonlight with the steam valve attached.
"Meow~meow~"
A milky meow came from the box. Jenkins hesitated on the side of the road, took out a piece of metal from the inner pocket of the black suit, and threw it towards the box.
Missed.
Vote again.
The requiem charm was successfully thrown into the box, and after waiting for a while, nothing unusual happened.
Jenkins just walked towards the dilapidated cardboard box, and saw a few old clothes covered in mud in it casually, and a black and white kitten lay there pitifully, looking at Jenkins tremblingly.
"Meow~"
It yelled weakly at Jenkins and tried to stand up, but it wobbled a few times and then fell on the clothes, shrinking its body into a small fur ball.
"We can't have pets in our house."
Jenkins said helplessly to the kitten, but felt that his behavior was stupid.
The kitten made a sound similar to whimpering, and its body trembled slightly.
"I've convinced you."
Jenkins stretched out his hand and took it out of the box. Probably because he was too hungry, the cat just scratched him a few times without too much resistance.
"I'll hide you in my arms for a while, don't cry, can I get you some milk?"
He asked softly, looked up towards the direction of home, so he didn't see the kitten trying to nod, and then stopped in a panic.
Jenkins never had pets in his two lifetimes, because he was poor in both lifetimes. He greeted Mary and Robert according to the cat diet knowledge he had learned from the story of Tom and Jerry, and returned to his room with two cups of hot milk.
As expected, the kitten could drink milk. It was so obedient that it didn't jump to Jenkins' bed, but stood on the desk and looked around, gently licking the milky white breasts on the table.
Seeing that the kittens are so well-behaved, Jenkins is relieved. He thought about it for a while, and it was definitely not allowed to keep cats at home, but Dad didn't seem to have any pets there, so it would be good to send it there, and catch mice in the warehouse in the backyard.
Pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed, tore a few pieces of brown paper covering the book cover and folded it into a saucer shape, poured milk into it for the kitten to drink by himself, and Jenkins took the earring out of his pocket.
Although the chain ability requires a lot, but the effect is very powerful, so the price will not be very cheap. If you want to trade with Miss Bailing, you must at least know what this item is for.
Jenkins opened the [Eye of Reality], and slowly injected his spirit into the item in his hand, but there was no reaction at all.
He turned his head to look at the kitten eating seriously on the table, but there was no color.
"The nerves are too sensitive."
Smiling and shaking his head, it seemed that it was another item that he could not confirm. Thinking about being a little tired today, Jenkins fortunately hid it under the bed with other things, went out to get a clean towel, and scrubbed its body and four feet while the kitten was dissatisfied, and then used it under the bed to clean it. I made a nest for her from a cardboard box, and I went to bed and fell asleep.
It was another quiet night, and the moonlight shone through the curtains into the bedroom, illuminating Jenkins' frowning brows.
In the small mirror hanging in front of the desk, a young woman with blood on her head suddenly appeared. She stretched out her hand, grabbed the edge of the mirror and wanted to come out, but was slapped into smoke by the paw of the kitten who appeared on the table at some time.