As he thought that, Luke stretched out his hand. "Can I examine this" body "of yours?"
Carrie's body trembled. She immediately recalled the scene where the fists emitting yellow light had turned the monsters into ashes. She subconsciously stepped back. "No."
Helpless, Luke could only use Elementary Telekinesis, which he rarely used.
He had picked out the parts that involved mental strength from Curve Shooting and Mental Communication, and after a long period of experimentation, he had finally developed this ability.
This was also the first Elementary ability that he had developed on his own and that the system had acknowledged.
Like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, the Elementary Telekinesis gently touched Carrie's back. "Alright, just this once."
Carrie's "body" trembled again. She turned around abruptly and looked behind her. However, she immediately turned back. Her dark pupils were faintly glowing with a crimson light. "You know how to do this too?"
"Well, sort of." Luke simply sat down cross-legged.
Carrie's eyes flickered as she stared at him. "Do you feel pain?"
Luke looked at her behind his glasses and roughly understood what she meant. He chuckled and said, "It's just a talent, and it won't make me ugly. Why should I feel pain? You have to know that some people will turn ugly when their talent awakens. That's what you call pain. "
Carrie exclaimed in surprise, "I'll become ugly?"
Luke shrugged. "People like us are mental enhancements, and the chances of our appearance being negatively affected are very low. Our appearance generally won't change much. On the other hand, I've seen people who have strengthened their bodies. Some have turned into lizards, while others have turned into iron sculptures. "
Carrie subconsciously shook her head. "No, I don't want that."
Luke was amused. "Stop dreaming. You probably won't have a chance to strengthen your body. If you want to become ugly, it's easier to put on clown makeup."
Carrie shook her head even harder. "No, no, I don't put on clown makeup."
Even though she said this, the fear and pain in her heart continued to dissipate.
Every time she chatted with Luke, she felt a little more at ease.
The negative emotions that had accumulated during this period of time were also less bothering her, and she was a little more clear-headed. "Can you help me find my mother?"
Luke said, "Then I need to know about your mother's disappearance. Maybe I can rescue her."
At this point, he paused and continued, "But you must not be tempted by that strange old man just now. You really wanted to accept that old man's contract, didn't you? "
Carrie hesitated. "But when he touched my head, I couldn't help but want to find my mother."
Luke said, "I'll do my best to find your mother. You've seen my ability just now. At the very least, my chances of success are higher than others. "
Carrie bit her lip, raised a hand, and raised her pinky finger. "You promise?"
Luke smiled and hooked his pinky with hers. "Pinky promise."
As they spoke, their little fingers curled up, and their thumbs pressed together.
"Seal." It was Carrie's voice.
Luke unhooked his pinkies, put his thumbs and palms together, and said, "Swear."
Finally, they interlocked their fingers and said together, "It won't change."
This was a game that kids often played, and was often a ritual that adults and children agreed on.
After they let go, Carrie relaxed. "Thank you. I'll wait for you to find your mother."
As soon as she said that, her body suddenly turned illusory and twisted, before she suddenly disappeared.
After a brief silence, Luke stood up and walked out of the factory.
Of course, he knew that there was something wrong with Carrie.
She had no smell, no breath, and no heartbeat.
She was the same as the black-robed old man Mephistos, an existence that existed between reality and illusion.
Luke could only pray that the little girl wasn't already dead and had turned into a vengeful spirit. It would be best if this was just her ability.
For example, the black-robed old man who had appeared was just a clone of Mephisto. It was possible that this was just one of Carrie's clones.
It was true that Luke planned to meddle in the affairs of Alice and Carrie.
Carol and Alice's Elementary Self-Healing was a life-saving ability that he regularly switched over to learn.
Both of them had Elementary Self-Healing abilities, but Carol's ability was more focused on recovering from major injuries, and could heal quickly and extensively.
Alice's ability was more focused on regenerating minor injuries in the body, and her recovery was more delicate and slow.
When used together, the effect was excellent.
He was using Alice's ability. Carrie herself was also very valuable, and was worth his effort in tracking down.
Making a mental note of this, Luke left the factory, got on his motorcycle, and followed the scent of Ghost Rider in the air.
He had gained a lot of experience today, but he had also lost a lot of credit points. He had to keep up his efforts and see if he could get more kills from Ghost Rider.
Killing a four-man team gave him thousands of experience and credit points. How could he let go of such a huge reward?
It had been less than two minutes since Mephisto's clone had appeared and Luke had defeated him.
It hadn't even taken him five minutes to chat with Carrie.
If he gave chase now, if Ghost Rider was a little less efficient, Luke would still have a chance to steal the kill.
For now, he wouldn't consider killing Ghost Rider.
Firstly, this guy had a knack for tracking down the blue-skinned duo; it was best to keep him alive.
Secondly, he had never heard of Ghost Rider massacring ordinary people before.
There were good and bad extraordinary people, just like ordinary people. He couldn't discriminate against them for being ugly just because they had a non-mainstream skull.
Thinking that, Luke charged forward even faster on the motorcycle.
When he was close to the city, his expression changed, and he drove the motorcycle to an empty spot on the side of the road.
There was the scent of Ghost Rider and the blue-skinned duo here. There was also a broken water tower and dirty water all over the ground.
But there was no one here now, which could only mean that the two parties had fought here again before they left.
Ghost Rider was definitely fine, and the fiery skeleton motorcycle wasn't here.
Suddenly, Luke heard a woman crying for help in the distance. "Help!"
There seemed to be a man cursing. "Give me your bag, you fat and ugly b * tch."
He stepped on the accelerator and stopped a hundred meters away.
This was a viaduct. Not far away, the fiery skeleton motorcycle was parked on the side of the bridge.
Luke walked to the railing not far away and craned his neck to look down.
He saw a plump girl bow at the flaming Ghost Rider. She didn't forget to say, "Thank you," before she ran off.
In the place where she ran off, there was only a sloppy young man who was trembling in front of the terrifying Ghost Rider.
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