Colorado, in a motel

Under the light, in front of the curtain, the finger standing in front of you looks slender and powerful, the smooth finger belly is round and flawless, and there is no trace of being "breaked" at all.

But the faint pain in the finger bones under the flesh still silently told Charles what he had encountered in the main world.

"There is obviously a spell to weaken the pain, why not use it?"

Standing in front of the window, he looked at his left index finger, but he was still full of confusion and resentment about it.

How painful will you feel when your entire finger is cut open, revealing the bloody and thin bones inside, and then use a special, "welder" thing to imprint various secret texts on the top of the "word and one"?

Charles' answer was that it was in vain.

However, even if you want to scream, there was no chance. Seeing that you couldn't stand it, the Master Mingke with a kind smile would throw you a silence technique directly, allowing you to experience the pain of losing your voice.

"But... the effect is indeed pretty good."

As he muttered, his mind moved, and a faint murmur sounded from his body. It was spiritual power spontaneously driving a special element in the air under the influence of the holy marks of the bones.

At the same time, an invisible force also burst out from his index finger.

The holy mark is not a simple engraving of secret texts, but dissolves various materials into special liquids that can melt and transform bones. Then, use a machine to act on the bones in the form of secret texts, so that the secret text and the body bones are perfectly integrated.

That's why it hurts so much.

Among these three things, he chose to expel the spell.

Purify him, and relying on psychic cards can achieve instantaneous situations, so there is no need to do this. The effect of healing is similar to that of his life-absorbing spells, and it is not the best.

So the only option is this expulsion.

"I don't know what it can do to me either."

Muttering, putting down his fingers, Charles turned around and looked at the black-haired Death God who appeared quietly in his room.

Her eyes were as cold and transparent as gray gems, and her black hair showed a mysterious color under the light. Coupled with her delicate and round facial features and slim figure, this person looked very beautiful overall.

However, who would have thought that her body was a skeleton made of smoke?

"The Red Pink Skeleton, this is what I mean."

This thought flashed inexplicably in his mind, but without thinking too much, he took the stack of information handed over by the other party and looked down.

"If you are going to the Waverly Hills nursing home, there are basically only a few monsters along the way."

The female god of death Tessa explained in a gentle tone, which was completely different from the cold and hard way they saw at the beginning.

"Are you sure I can find these things after I get to the specific location?"

After turning a few pages, Charles raised his eyes and asked.

"I'm pretty sure." The other party replied.

"These monsters have lived in these locations for more than a year, and there is no trace of relocation yet."

Shire nodded, then looked down and started looking again.

The turbulent situation and the church have no direct relationship with Charles for the time being. After the engraving of the holy marks, the matter in the main world will come to an end. In the world of evil forces, he is currently only interested in three types: angels, demons, and monsters.

But today I don’t know where I was squatting, and he couldn’t get in touch with it. The demon was a useless person because of his own spiritual body problems. So the only thing he could fight for was a monster.

Of course, because there are only eight shadows of resentment left, the problem of resentment supply needs to be solved in time.

So as soon as he returned here, he contacted the God of Death to prepare information, and at her suggestion, he set his sights on a place of resentment.

The distance there was quite a long way from where he was at this moment, and Charles thought to find a few monsters as seeds along the way.

Now is the specific route.

It was already late at this time, and some of the people watching his car outside had returned to their rooms to sleep soundly. Charles drove a single room, so no one disturbed him.

In fact, his money has basically been spent, but in fact, this kind of thing is a completely small matter for Charles at the moment. Without doing anything else, the gods of death can solve this problem for him.

They cannot interfere in anything in the world, but it is completely unhindered to take out some money from those ancient and already unparalleled treasures.

Therefore, Charles can be regarded as a rare boss who is paid by his subordinates.

...

He kept flipping through the information, and the sound of folding paper formed the only sound in the room. The monster records on it made Charles a little dazzled. He didn't pause until he turned to a certain page and printed a blue monster with patterns on his skin.

"God of the Lamp?" He raised his eyebrows.

"The mythical elves recorded in Arab stories can satisfy all human desires, but in fact they are just good at illusions and can pull people into illusions for a lifetime without being noticed."

Tessa explained.

All of these documents are recorded, and Charles was actually not surprised by this, but another thing.

"It can pull people into the illusion for a lifetime without being able to detect..." As he pondered, he remembered a dream book in the main world.

He had some research on that book when he was the Song of Ice and Fire. He finally gave up because of insufficient knowledge. However, now, he has the memory of bandages, so he can consider it again.

"The power of the spirit body cannot be improved directly, so what about the side?"

This is a question worth pondering.

Before entering the evil power, Charles did not do anything. He actually went to the church library to find information about the upper limit of the spirits.

Unfortunately, he only found one - spiritual power has a lot to do with advancing to the sixth ring.

Nothing else.

"Please pay attention."

Having initially had this idea, Charles temporarily put the matter in his heart, and then was about to continue looking around, but the prompt from the Eye of True suddenly appeared in front of him.

【Your seed of resentment has been hatched】

...

Charles was slightly stunned, then waved his hand to signal Tessa to retreat, and he showed the book of the roots of the black and white cover.

When I opened the page of the book where the resentful spirit was located, the pattern of a female ghost in white originally carved on it has now become a medieval maid standing under the candlelight of a castle pillar.

The maid was wearing a gray robe and had a pretty face, but her expression was very distorted. She stared at the writing with resentful eyes, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of her eyes.

Seeing this, Charles instinctively covered his palm on the page, and then scenes appeared one after another in his mind.

The disputes in the castle hall, the tragedy of babies, the murder, and the birth of invisible vengeful spirits, possessed as knights, returned to the castle hall, cruelly killed all the people inside, and then committed suicide by slashing their own swords.

At the end of the picture, the misty resentful spirit stood in the corner of the hall, at the moon gate between the two pillars, staring at it with sad face, motionless, as if it was a sculpture.
Chapter completed!