Chapter 377 Lance Mitchell

The hotel is located in a remote place in Hackensack City, and Lance. Mitchell's address is relatively close, so there is a large forest behind it, and this forest, under the moonlight, is somewhat blurred, as if there is a lot of fog, full of cold atmosphere.

Zhen Fan pushed open the door of the hotel, and then turned to the woods behind him. Behind him, several waiters were staring at his back, their eyes dull.

The woods seemed to be foggy, and as Zhen Fan approached step by step, the fog was like a black abyss. At first glance, I felt that the forest was completely black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, including the trees inside, and the moonlight It seemed to be cut off by the mist, and not a single bit of light came into the woods.

As soon as he stepped into the woods, he immediately felt the cold air penetrating through his body. With a thought, Zhen Fan pressed a handprint in his hand, and immediately forced the cold air out of his body. But the exposed skin can still feel the constant and cold breath rushing towards him, but it can't penetrate into Zhen Fan's body, and it's all blocked out of his body.

This is a cold air like a soul, and Zhen Fan constantly feels the things contained in it from the impacting cold air. In other words, this should be the soul, but it is somewhat different from the general soul.

Perhaps it is an evolution, an evolution of the soul. And it is a special existence that can condense energy more than ordinary souls. Zhen Fan couldn't help but have many questions in his heart.

Just as he was groping step by step to go deep into the woods, suddenly there were bursts of sharp whistles in the woods. It was longer than the howling of a wolf, and more stern than that of an owl. A powerful breath suddenly surged out from the forest in front, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

The air seemed to thicken. Zhen Fan suddenly felt a huge pressure rushing towards him like a mountain. Immediately backed up a few steps, squeezed a magic formula with both hands, and shouted: "Yin and yang combine essence, reach heaven and earth, follow the law and practice, mirror the magic mirror of yin and yang, and the true form appears quickly. Be as urgent as a law, show it!"

Pointing forward with both hands, a powerful inner breath suddenly gushed out from the body. The inner breath with the formula immediately enveloped the cold breath, followed by Zhen Fan's loud shout: "Open—heaven!"

Immediately, the mist rose in the forest, and the moonlight was like a sharp sword edge, splitting the chaotic mist. Then from the opening. It subsided quickly, and suddenly the woods became clear, and that powerful aura was also trapped by Zhen Fan's formula, and a sharp whistle-like cry was heard, spreading like an explosion shock wave in the woods .

"Nie Zhan, suffer death!" This sentence, Zhen Fan said in Chinese, is completely a portrayal of his current mood. That cold and powerful breath just now. If he hadn't been prepared, he might have caught Dao. If you don't die then you won't live long,

So I was very angry!

After Zhen Fan shouted violently, he pushed his hands forward, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the woods, sweeping towards that breath, and in the gust of wind, lightning flashed from above the woods.

"Stop! Stop!" Suddenly a voice shouted, with a desperate emphasis.

With a thought, Zhen Fan retracted his hands, and suddenly the wind stopped, and there was nothing in the woods except moonlight, and Zhen Fan still couldn't see anything in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, squeezed another formula, and read it One sentence: "The sky is blue and the earth is bright, the yin is turbid and the yang is green. Open my Dharma Eye. The yin and yang are distinct, and the urgency is like a law. Open it!"

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in front of his eyes, which surprised Zhen Fan, and said in his heart, "No wonder!" It turned out that more than 50 or 60 men and women appeared in front of him. They are different, but they all have the same characteristic, which is the soul.

For the evolved souls, even though Zhen Fan used the ghost eye technique just now, he still couldn't see them clearly. Obviously, these souls are very dark, and the general ghost eye technique cannot see them clearly.

"Who are you!" At this time, a person came out from the group of souls. It was obvious that this person was hiding behind. Seeing that he couldn't hide, he came out and showed himself. He was a little jealous of Zhen Fan, and he suffered a disadvantage in this contest.

"Who are you?" Zhen Fan frowned, this question should be asked by himself, because he is the winner.

The man was very tall, a middle-aged man, dressed very ordinary, a dark T-shirt and jeans, he hesitated after hearing Zhen Fan's words, but after thinking about it, he said: "I'm Lance Mitchell , now can you tell me who you are? Why did you come here?"

"You are Lance Mitchell?" Zhen Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this person's self-reported family name. It seemed that this person really had something different.

"You know me?" The middle-aged man was a little strange.

"Lance Mitchell, male, white, born in 1973, lived in California when he was a child, and later moved to Hackensack, New Jersey with his mother after his parents divorced , a small city, and lived there until now." Zhen Fan spoke out his experience like an endorsement.

"You graduated from the local community college. Worked as a waiter, worked as a car mechanic, and most importantly, when you were thirty years old, you were sentenced to three months for beating your wife. After you got out, you lived alone. .Am I right?" Zhen Fan continued to recite his experience.

"That's right, that's why you found me?" Lance Mitchell asked calmly.

"No, no, that doesn't constitute the reason why I'm interested in you." Zhen Fan shook his head, "Can you tell me what's going on? Why are there so many souls of these people? It's all about you Collected?"

"Are you from the government?" Lance Mitchell seemed to have come to his senses, and gritted his teeth, "I knew you would find this place sooner or later. I expected this day. Are you going to arrest me?"

"No, I'm not from the government, let alone arrest you!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "Can you tell me why these souls gather in this forest? What are you collecting them for?"

Lance After hearing this, Mitchell frowned, thought about it, and said: "First of all, I would like to declare that I did not kill these people. They either died of illness or accidents. There are many ways to die, and they They can gather into souls after death, so I gathered them here to save them from wandering around, you know, this will kill a lot of people!"

Zhen Fan frowned, calmly, neither affirming nor denying, and asked again: "What's the matter with that hotel? The waiters and operators there, I know what kind of state they are, and you what is the relationship?"

"They?" Lance Mitchell sneered, "They are a group of people who have lost their souls."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of wealth, these people are lucky that they didn't die!" Mitchell sneered and looked at Zhen Fan. "It is said that there is a large sum of money buried under this hotel, but the owner of the hotel has never found it. They dare not hire outsiders to serve as waiters, and they are always on guard against those who come to the hotel, fearing that they will find their treasure. Secret. Haha, but what they don't know is that it's not a secret, and now almost everyone in Hackensack knows about it, everyone takes it as a joke, and only they take it for real. It's so ridiculous ,a bunch of idiots!"

Mitchell cursed, then spat on the ground, and looked at Zhen Fan: "Okay, I've said everything I need to say, now you either kill me or let me go!"

Zhen Fan looked at those souls, and those souls immediately retreated a long way in fear. They were a little afraid of Zhen Fan's terrifying abilities, and they tried to stay away from him as much as possible.

"I was looking for you!" Zhen Fan said.

"Looking for me?" Lance stared at Zhen Fan suddenly. He was very surprised. Obviously, he had never shown his ability in front of outsiders, but someone came to him, and he had a stronger ability than him. The ability to control the soul, there is no doubt about it.

"Yes, since I've checked your treatment, I'm sure I can't find the wrong person. Do you know a man named Tuan Wang? Chinese, old man!" Zhen Fan asked.

"do not know!"

"Then where did your ability to control the soul come from?" Zhen Fan frowned.

"I don't know, but one day, I can suddenly see people's souls and control them, as if it was God's will!" Mitchell said, afraid that Zhen Fan would not believe it, "You are Kill me, I say the same, it's a gift from God!"

"A gift from God?" Zhen Fan obviously didn't believe it, but obviously he couldn't ask anything, "You go, the souls you collect in this forest will turn this forest into a murder trap sooner or later. If... I hope you can let them go and let them return to their space!"

"I don't know what to do!" Mitchell shook his head, "I also want to let them go, but once they let go, Hackensack City will become uneasy, after all, they can exist here , there will always be troubles!"

"Leave this to me! I'll do it!" Zhen Fan nodded to him, "As long as you agree."

"Let me think about it!" Mitchell looked at Zhen Fan, "Can I go?"

"Of course, but I'm still going to your house tomorrow morning, and I hope you'll be home by then." Zhen Fan said, nodding to him, "I want to talk to you, not in this situation!"

"Okay, I promise you!" Mitchell said, turned and walked towards the other side of the woods. As soon as Mitchell left, the souls gathered here scattered everywhere, hiding somewhere in the woods. I don't know what Mitchell has set up around the forest, anyway, these souls can't get out of this forest! (To be continued..)