Chapter 250 Ritualist

This is a novel experience that citalopram has never had before.

Not relying on the legs to walk on the ground, but relying on the mind to float on the ground.

Citalopram felt so well that she could still spread her legs and pretend she was moving.

You can even stand still, or even move forward while sitting beside the bed or even lying down... Anyway, the maximum movement speed is constant. It's just that it will make her feel a little awkward, and the vision is not wide enough.

...is this a female ghost form?

For some reason, such thoughts popped up in citalopram's mind.

She quietly passed through the wall and entered the interior of No. 35 Rusty Water Street.

After that, she did not act rashly, but avoided the people around her for the first time and carefully observed the internal environment of the target.

——Yes, No. 35 Rusty Water Street is not a residence either.

Rather, it is a relatively empty warehouse.

The space inside is about the size of a 400-meter runway. One-third to one-half of the gate was filled with huge wooden boxes. The wooden boxes are about one meter high, and some are stacked on two levels and some are stacked on three levels. The three-layer ones are also covered with a thick cloth, while the two-layer ones are not.

There is no doubt that these boxes are bunkers.

The ravine composed of several boxes stacked on top of each other perfectly blocked the line of sight. In the warehouse more than halfway from the gate, it was empty until the end of the warehouse.

There is no back door, but a few observation holes blocked by iron rods.

Citalopram's pupils shrank suddenly.

She could clearly see... in the open space in the back half of the warehouse, there are many things that look wrong!

The most conspicuous is an altar similar to the three-story Tower of Hanoi. The top layer is engraved with many blood grooves as wide as a finger, and there are still dark traces that are very thick and sticky, like silt.

She also saw a few runes carved into the ground—she could clearly see the trailing marks.

Around these runes, there is a square circle without traces of dust. Obviously, they just lifted up the boxes that were pressed on the runes and piled them elsewhere.

In addition to this, there are many strange parts of citalopram that I don't know what it's used for.

But fortunately, she also graduated from a medical university to some extent, so she can recognize it more clearly, what this was originally:

For example, a raw cow's head bone with all the flesh and blood shaved clean, but retaining the horns;

The spine and the ribs on both sides are separated, and there are three rows of large canine skeletons hanging on the wall;

The hearts of rats, bats, frogs and certain birds, soaked in some embalming liquid;

Fermenting feces in copper vessels...

In addition to these things of animal origin, there are pulverized crystals, rubies, sapphires, lead and silver - it is clear what they are because of the labels on the different textures, and the Puran seems to recognize this script.

After all, these vessels are almost always opaque. Without a label, it's completely impossible to tell what's inside.

In addition to this, there are some very strange and apparently hand-made "tools".

For example, a triangular frame made of glass or crystal; a male and female doll whose chest and abdomen were 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?

see these things,

Citalopram did not act rashly.

She just huddled in the corner and counted the heads quietly.

... a total of seventeen people.

Fortunately, Si Anke didn't kill him directly.

- He is right.

"Okay, it's time."

The skinny old man standing in the middle of the crowd said in a low voice, and took the pocket watch back into his arms: "It seems that Bob is not planning to come."

"Then shall we retreat directly?"

A bald man about two meters tall, with unusually strong muscles and a moustache asked in a deep voice, "Bob and the others are afraid they have been caught or betrayed us... Now the crow may have noticed us. "

"It's also possible that Old Mike is finally going to run away."

The brown-skinned woman with a scary scar on her face and dark green tattoos on her shoulders sneered: "Bob brothers are cowards too. They looked reluctant before, as if we were forcing them to die. "

"Okay, just say old Mike and Joseph run away. But Bob's not that kind of guy. He's Joseph's cousin, but not like him."

The bald man retorted in a deep voice: "Bob has exuberant desires... He is a qualified person, different from us. It is entirely possible for him to embark on the path of transcendence - so he has the least need to escape."

"Not necessarily."

The woman sneered: "The Transcendent Road... It's not just us. Maybe he will take our information and go to the crow."

"—There are indeed extraordinary inheritances everywhere."

The skinny old man spoke slowly, interrupting their conversation: "But besides us, who would lead the son of a felon on the path of transcendence?"

"Yes, Dad."

The strong man nodded respectfully to the old man and said nothing more.

"Dad, you have the final say."

The rebellious brown-skinned woman also chose to give in to the old man.

The skinny old man known as "Dad" said slowly: "Also, I want to correct you a mistake. It is not that you are unqualified to embark on the path of transcendence... but it is unnecessary.

"Extraordinary power does not have to be used by extraordinary people and priests. In fact, extraordinary people may not use extraordinary power a few times until they die.

"It's just a few times anyway...then the road to the ceremony is the same."

As he spoke, he walked slowly to the cabinet and took down two tan pottery vases.

Citalopram noted that it was the bottle labeled "Silver" and "Pearl."

It made her a little uneasy.

Then, the old man poured some powder from the bottle into the altar.

The strong man was very conscious, and dragged a short, thin, snarky-eyed short man beside him to the altar - his hand could even hold the other's neck directly.

Then, like killing a chicken, he used the short man's own dagger to slash the short man's wrist.

Citalopram suddenly realized something.

She stepped back without hesitation, and got 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 put his hand in front of one of the runes and chanted in a low voice:

"Silver makes me see..."

The next moment, a silver fire suddenly appeared on the altar.

The fire had a strange metallic luster, dancing like mercury.

The fire only lit up for three seconds, then went out again.

Nothing came up.

The old man frowned deeply.

"Is it an illusion..."

he murmured.

The old man was silent for a while, then walked to the bottles that contained the metal, and at the same time commanded in a low voice, "Give me a copy of a mouse's heart, a cat's heel, and a frog's heart.

"I want to summon something."