This is a novel experience that citalopram has never had.
Instead of relying on the legs to walk on the ground, it relies on the mind to float on the ground.
The citalopram felt so clearly that she could still spread her legs and pretend she was moving.
It is even possible to stand still, or even maintain a posture of sitting on the side of the bed or even lying down... Anyway, the maximum moving speed is constant. It's just that it will make her feel a little awkward, and her vision is not wide enough.
... Is this the form of a female ghost
For some reason, this thought came to citalopram's mind.
She quietly walked through the wall and entered the interior of No. 35 Rusty Water Street.
After that, she didn't act rashly, but avoided the people around her for the first time, carefully observing the internal environment of the target.
—Yes, No. 35 Rusty Water Street is not a residential building either.
It is a relatively empty warehouse.
The space inside is about the size of a 400-meter runway circle. One-third to half of the position near the gate is full of huge wooden boxes. The wooden boxes are about one meter high, some stacked two layers, some stacked three layers. The ones with three layers, are also covered with a thick cloth, while the ones with two layers are not.
There is no doubt that these boxes are bunkers.
The gully formed by several boxes stacked on top of each other perfectly blocked the line of sight. In the warehouse, more than halfway from the gate, there was no one there until the end of the warehouse.
There is no back door here, but a few observation holes blocked by iron bars have been chiseled.
The pupils of citalopram shrank suddenly.
She clearly saw... In the open space in the back half of the warehouse, there are many things that look wrong around here!
The most conspicuous is an altar similar to the three-story Hanoi Tower. The topmost layer is engraved with many blood grooves as wide as a finger, and there are still very thick and sticky dark traces like mud.
She also saw a few runes carved on the ground—she could clearly see traces of dragging.
Around these runes, there is a square circle without traces of dust. Apparently, they just lifted up the boxes that were pressed against the runes and piled them up elsewhere.
In addition, there are many strange parts that citalopram is not known for.
But fortunately, she is more or less a medical graduate, so she can clearly recognize what this was originally:
For example, the bones of a raw bull's head with all the flesh and blood scraped clean, but the horns still remain;
The spine and ribs on both sides are separated, and three rows of large dog skeletons are hung on the wall;
The hearts of rats, bats, frogs, and certain birds, soaked in some embalming liquid;
Fermenting dung in a copper vessel...
In addition to these things of animal origin, there were powdered crystals, rubies, sapphires, lead, and silver—it was clear what they were because of the labels on the containers of different textures, and citalopram It seems to recognize this kind of text.
After all, these utensils are almost all opaque. Without the label, it's impossible to tell what's inside.
In addition to this, there are some very strange and obviously hand-made "tools".
For example, a triangular frame made of glass or crystal; a male and female doll whose chest and abdomen are cut open to reveal cotton wool; a strange balance composed of two weights of different weights and two ropes of different lengths...
… What's happening here
Seeing these things, citalopram did not act rashly.
She just huddled in the corner, quietly counting the heads.
… a total of seventeen people.
Fortunately, Si Anke didn't directly kill him.
—he is right.
"Okay, time is up."
The skinny old man standing in the middle of the crowd said softly, and put his pocket watch back into his arms: "It seems that Bob doesn't plan to come."
"Then shall we retreat directly?"
A bald man about two meters tall, extremely muscular and with two mustaches asked in a deep voice, "Bob and the others are afraid they were caught or betrayed us... The crows may have noticed us now."
"It's also possible that old Mike is finally going to run away."
The brown-skinned woman with a terrible scar on her face and dark green tattoos on her shoulders sneered, "Brother Bob is also a coward. They acted reluctantly before, as if we were going to force them to die. "
"Okay, you can just talk about old Mike and Joseph running away. But Bob is not that kind of person. Although he is Joseph's cousin, he is not the same as him."
The bald man retorted in a deep voice: "Bob has a strong desire... He is a qualified person, unlike us. It is entirely possible for him to embark on the path of extraordinary—so he is the last person to run away."
"That's not necessarily true."
The woman sneered: "The Road to the Extraordinary... It's not only our place. Maybe he took our information and went to join the crow."
"—Extraordinary inheritance is indeed everywhere."
The skinny old man spoke slowly, interrupting their conversation: "But who else would guide the son of a felon to embark on the extraordinary road?"
"Yes, father."
The strong man nodded respectfully to the old man and said nothing more.
"Father, you have the final say."
The unruly brown-skinned woman also chose to give in to the old man.
The skinny old man called "Father" said slowly: "Besides, I want to correct a mistake of yours. It's not that you don't have the qualifications to embark on the path of transcendence... It's just that you don't have to.
"Extraordinary power does not have to be used by extraordinary people and priests. In fact, the extraordinary may not use supernatural power a few times until they die.
"Anyway, it's just a few times...then the way of the ceremony is the same."
As he spoke, he walked slowly to the cabinet and took down two tan clay bottles.
Citalopram noticed that it was the bottle labeled "Silver" and "Pearl".
This made her a little uneasy.
Afterwards, the old man casually poured some powder from the bottle into the altar.
The strong man was very self-conscious, and dragged a short, thin man with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes to the altar - his hands could even directly hold the other party's neck.
Then, like killing a chicken, he used the short man's own dagger to draw a line on the short man's wrist.
Citalopram suddenly realized something.
Without hesitation, she stepped back and drilled out of the warehouse through the wall.
With the blood gushing out, the silver powder and pearl powder were soaked in the blink of an eye.
The old man reached out and pressed one of the runes, and chanted in a low voice:
"Silver makes me see..."
The next moment, silver flames suddenly surged from the altar.
The flames had a strange metallic luster, dancing like quicksilver.
The fire light only illuminated for three seconds, and then went out again.
Nothing appears.
The old man frowned deeply.
"Is it an illusion..."
he murmured.
The old man was silent for a while, walked towards the metal bottles, and at the same time commanded in a low voice: "Go and get me a mouse's heart, a cat's heel, and a frog's heart.
"I'm going to summon something."