Chapter 28 Foul Words

The atmosphere in the living room, illuminated by only one candle, seemed to freeze silently.

After a few seconds, the man suspected of being a "pharmacist" muttered:

"Why don't you leave your address? That way I can get something from your body."

It seems to be a curse, but it is actually a persuasion... Klein pretended not to understand, looked at the "Black Snake" and said:

"If I don't gamble, I have no chance of living. If I gamble, at least there is still a little hope."

"I'm not going to sit and wait for death to come."

Hearing this sentence, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" who was about to speak closed his mouth because he couldn't offer other hope.

"I appreciate your personality!" "Black Snake" laughed.

"I also appreciate it. Several of my friends used to have this kind of personality. Now I go to put a bouquet of flowers in front of their tombstones every year." The man suspected of being a "pharmacist" murmured with sarcasm and persuasion.

He didn't care that "Black Snake" was better at fighting than himself, and he could say whatever he wanted.

Mr. "Pharmacist" must have suffered because of his temper... Klein secretly thanked him.

He handed over the iron cigarette case containing the extraordinary characteristics of "Hunter" to the waiter who brought him in, and watched him walk to the "Eye of Wisdom".

The old gentleman counted out 400 pounds in cash from the suitcase beside him, and asked the waiter to hand it to "Black Snake".

"Black Snake" glanced casually and said:

"I believe in Mister 'Eye of Wisdom'."

He took out a small wooden box from his arms, bent down and put it on the ground, and pushed hard, causing the item to slide in front of Klein without passing by the waiter.

As soon as Klein's fingers touched the surface of the box, a slight auditory hallucination appeared in his ears immediately, producing a sense of dizziness caused by violent bumps.

For him, this is not an unacceptable thing, and the degree is not even comparable to the illusory voices brought by the prayers of "Justice" and others.

After sitting up straight again, Klein carefully opened the wooden box, and saw an "ear" inside!

These ears seem real,

It's just that the skin color is black, and there are a few places that are rotten and green.

"How should I use it?" Klein asked.

"Black Snake" replied casually:

"When you hold it without gloves, you're using it. Well, you'd better go home and try it when you're alone."

Klein didn't ask any more questions, closed the box, put it in his pocket, and deliberately smiled wryly:

"It makes people feel dizzy."

After a brief silence, the man suspected of being a "pharmacist" suddenly shouted:

"I want to buy the marrow crystal of the 'Fountain of Spirits', who has it?"

The voice echoed, but no one answered.

"Pharmacist" clicked his lower lip and muttered:

"Really, not every time I ask."

"Maybe you can book a boat ticket to Sonia Island." The old man "Eye of Wisdom" joked with a smile.

"Fairy Spring" is also known as "Sonia Golden Spring". You can tell where it is produced from the name. The water in "Fairy Spring" is common, and it is a spiritual thing, but the marrow crystal is an extraordinary material, not so easily available.

After that, several transactions failed at the party, and the old man "Eye of Wisdom" clapped his hands and said:

"Let's go here today. According to the usual practice, leave one by one, with a three-minute interval between each other."

Leaving one by one... three minutes apart from each other... Is this because they are afraid that someone will follow or even rob other party members when they go out? Klein received the prompt from the "Eye of Wisdom", stood up, and under the guidance of the waiter, he left the living room and came to the gate.

He took off the hooded robe and returned it to the other party, then followed the path in his memory and returned to the back door of the "Brave Bar", then took off the iron mask, walked through the kitchen, amidst the noise of dogs barking and people yelling, Saw Kaspers standing outside the card room.

"I feel very relieved that you can come back." The red-nosed old man was visibly relieved, and the hideous wound on his face seemed to tremble.

Klein moved closer, lowered his voice and said:

"Will there be such a party in the future?"

"It seems that you didn't get what you wanted, the storm is here, I don't think you need to waste any more time." Caspers glanced at the uneasy customer and said, "Maybe it will be a few days later, the specific I don't know, let's see if you can catch up."

Klein nodded, then asked:

"Is Maric here?"

"Are you going to try to convince him? No, it will only piss him off!" Kaspers warned in a low voice. "He's in the card room behind you."

No, I don't intend to persuade him, but I want to stay away from him as much as possible, lest his living corpse rebel... Klein touched the Azik copper whistle in his pocket and said:

"I understand."

He immediately left the Bar of the Brave, and went to the one-bedroom apartment in the East District before returning to Minsk Street.

In the poker room, Maric studded all the chips and turned over the hole cards with confidence.

He has three Kings, a pair of 9s, and the corpse card opposite him is a pair, an 8.

Suddenly, the living corpse took the initiative to show its cards, a pair!

In this game, four wins!

The pale-faced Maric froze there, and immediately felt the eyes of all the living corpses around him looking at him coldly.

A few minutes later, he left the card room with weak feet, almost fell at the door, and the subordinates who usually surrounded him fell to the ground in the room.

"Don't let people in before this morning." Maric looked at the stunned Kaspers, and ordered hoarsely.

He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, which was quickly stained with a faint blue and reddish color.

After getting an affirmative answer from Kaspers, Maric found a chair at random and sat down, ordered a barrel of Southwell beer, drank it with straight eyes, and remained dazed for a long time.

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At No. 5 Minsk Street, Klein washed and returned to his room step by step, and closed the curtains.

After waiting for more than ten minutes and confirming that there were indeed no spiritual light spots around, he began to summon himself, responded to himself, and brought the black ear and the wooden box into the mysterious space above the gray mist.

The illusory crimson stars dotted the bottom without any flickering. Klein sat at the top of the ancient long table and opened the wooden box.

This time, he didn't experience auditory hallucinations or dizziness again, and the boundless gray fog seemed to isolate all external sounds.

Klein immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and he has a lot more confidence in the next attempt, confidence in safety.

With a thought, he blocked his hearing, and did several experiments to confirm the effect.

Not bad... Klein nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the black ear with rotten traces.

The cold and creamy touch entered his brain, and he did not hear the voice of the great existence described by "Black Snake".

"Totally isolated? This won't work... just using it won't work..." Klein wondered to himself, thinking about what method to use to stimulate the effect.

Ten seconds later, he manifested a pen and paper, intending to imitate the process of peeking at the "Eternal Blazing Sun" before.

That time, I looked directly at the Eternal Blazing Sun with the help of divine blood. This time, I only used the items left by the "Listener", so it is definitely not that dangerous... Klein wrote down the divination statement with certainty:

"The source of this item."

He took a breath, held the black ears, leaned back, and silently recited the divination sentences.

After seven times, his eyes darkened and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the blurry, broken, and gray world, Klein saw a man struggling on the ground. He rolled over and screamed, his eyes protruded, his body swelled into a balloon, and his countless hairs became black and long.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely evil and filthy sound entered Klein's ears, waking him up instantly.

Different from the ravings and roars before entering the mysterious space above the gray mist, this voice is more penetrating, more purposeful, and more proactive!

Klein covered his ears to block the follow-up, but the voice just now echoed in his mind.

He saw his own blood vessels and veins protruding, as if he had turned into a wriggling, thick poisonous snake.

boom!

His blood vessels exploded, and the veins left his body, spreading out into slippery tentacles full of evil patterns. The gray mist swayed slightly, causing a little sign of corrosion in the palace like a giant's residence.

Unlike the time of Eternal Blazing Sun, Klein still had his sanity left and rolled over on the ground. He clung to the handrail and endured bitterly.

After a few seconds, the swaying gray fog returned to calm, and the evil voice echoing in Klein's mind completely subsided.

The "tentacles" fell down one by one, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

"Dealing with the gods is really a dangerous thing, no matter which method is used... Fortunately, I didn't face the 'true creator' this time, otherwise the madness and loss of control will probably remain a little bit, and affect the body in the real world..." Klein leaned weakly against the back of the chair, and silently laughed at himself.

Such a process was basically within his expectations, and the whole was not beyond his control. ..

The only thing that surprised him was that the "True Creator" seemed to be stronger than the "Eternal Blazing Sun"...

Just when Klein's thoughts were about to diverge, he saw the black ear in his palm collapse suddenly, turning into small, light black spots of light.

Return to pure Extraordinary characteristics? Amidst Klein's doubts, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of tentacles with evil patterns that were still twitching on the ground. It was the madness and loss of control stripped from him.

These tentacles gradually become transparent and are about to disappear.

Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and sprinkled the small light black dots in his palm to the slippery tentacles.

The illusory black air rose up, turning into a sky with lightning flashing continuously, and the background was extremely dense and dark.

All of this quickly disappeared from Klein's eyes, and there was an iron-black spell with many symbols, magic signs, evil patterns, and twisted spiritual numbers on the ground.

Klein bent down to pick it up, only to feel that there seemed to be a yelling crazy person sealed inside.

With the help of divination skills, he barely deciphered the purpose of this spell from the revelation, that is to let the opponent hear the terrible roar and infect the madness. As for the final result, it depends on the target's resistance in this respect If you are strong, you may gain benefits, but the price is to become a devout believer of the "true creator". If you are weak, you will collapse on the spot and die screaming.

"Let's just call it 'Foul Words'..." Klein whispered and set the opening spell.