"Spooky code name: Thoughtless Magic Dagger!
[Appearance: A black dagger with a dark ruby embedded at the end.]
"Effect: After testing, it has an excellent sealing ability against spooky objects with 'living' characteristics!
"Method of use: Penetrates spooky objects that need to be sealed!
"Price: The user's thoughts will also be sealed, and they will become a vegetable!
"Confidential level: Top secret!"
…
If she had not coincidentally encountered this spooky object, Merry would not have been able to see such a confidential file.
"Thoughtless Magic Dagger, huh?"
She closed the file and took a deep breath. "Maybe I can really restrict that notebook. Next, I have to find Jarvis."
This was a very simple task.
Not to mention the ability of the Secret Service, even Jarvis himself might take the initiative to 'help' and leak some clues and information.
At this moment, a member of the Secret Service jogged over. "There's been a theft at the city's hospital blood bank … According to the surveillance footage … it's confirmed to be Jarvis!"
"Very good … It seems that Jarvis is a loyal sword-bearer. Maybe he's just being held hostage by a spooky object, or maybe he has some difficulties … then … "
Master Doehring pursed his lips. "Gather the men and prepare to depart!"
…
In an abandoned factory.
Jarvis drew out a divination ritual and placed the notebook in the middle.
Looking at the notebook, he seemed to be deep in thought.
At first, he had defected from the branch because he was afraid of being studied and sealed.
However, after observing for a while, he felt that staying near this notebook seemed to be more dangerous.
However, he did not dare to escape or abandon the notebook.
After all, this was suspected to be a Calamity-grade Anomaly!
And he had already fully understood the power of a Class V Anomaly in that school.
At this time, he could only give some hints and hope that the headquarters of the Secret Service would rescue him.
On the surface, he still had to feign civility with the notebook and steal blood for it to use for divination.
…
Inside the notebook.
"The City of Sleep is most likely an idealistic existence that successfully passed through the World Gate. Is it a Anomaly from another world?"
Fang Xian looked at the images one by one.
Although there were also disturbances, he could more or less guess what had happened with his own guesses.
"The strange thing is the invasion of another world. It's related to the existence of idealism. It's probably the relationship between a small fish and a big fish. The small fish can pass through the fishing net of the world and open the door to let the big fish in!"
"That kind of idealistic existence is similar to my primordial spirit. After coming to this world, perhaps they have the same goal … For example, a body, a perfect body?"
He was not interested in the bodies of ordinary people, and the same went for those Level IV and V freaks.
"In other words … there is a perfect body growing in the City of Sleep? That's worth a trip … "
"And the small island I saw overseas should be the headquarters of the Secret Service. Is it also an indispensable part of this incident?"
"If that's the case … the scene I saw was very interesting …"
At this moment, Fang Xian sensed the change in the external environment.
Ever since he plundered a large amount of spirituality, the Power of his Essence Soul had been increasing by the day. He could now monitor the notebook's surroundings at any time.
"It seems like … Jarvis has ulterior motives. This is normal …"
"Hehe … Then let's play for a while. If he continues to be disobedient, then I'll directly control him. Consuming a little spirituality is nothing to me now …"
After last night's harvest, Fang Xian could be said to have made a lot of money. At this moment, he did not care about a little spirituality consumption.
…
Baa baa!
At this moment, around the factory.
The shrill cries of goats echoed all around.
Jarvis frowned as he saw the walls suddenly turn dark, as if they were coated with a layer of petroleum-like solution.
The solution struggled, twisted, and turned into black goat heads, crying out at the center of the flat ground.
"This is … creepy?"
Jarvis's eyes turned, feeling that he was being suppressed again.
Although it was not as powerful as last night, his mobility was indeed restricted.
Moreover, he was just a victim.
The real target was the notebook in the middle.
In the void, light and shadow twisted, and suddenly a figure appeared.
This figure held a black dagger in his hand. He pounced like a cheetah, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the trading book.
Poof!
The sharp dagger directly pierced through the notebook, nailing it to the ground.
The notebook did not struggle, nor did it release any creepy or curses, as if it was a dead object.
"Success!"
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Jarvis's mouth.
But at this moment, he realized that everything around him was becoming illusory, as if it had turned into drops of ink, quickly dissolving and disappearing.
Baa baa!
The sheep's cries sounded again.
Everything seemed to have returned to a few seconds ago!
"No … this is not time reversal, but an illusion! And it's not just my illusion! "
Jarvis felt every pore on his body tremble. "That notebook … predicted this attack, and even pulled the nearby members of the Secret Service into the illusion …"
As expected.
The next moment, he saw the notebook in the center of the ritual disappear.
When it appeared again, it was already in his hands.
Tendrils that looked like blood vessels spread from the notebook, as if they wanted to pierce into his body.
"No!"
Jarvis wanted to activate his body's special characteristics and release a curse to fight back, but the next moment, he was motionless, like a statue.
It was clear that he had lost in this bizarre exchange. He had lost completely and utterly.
Creepy objects with living characteristics, although they could not move directly, could control the movement of humans, such as that badge.
The current Fang Xian did not use the Possession Thaumaturgy, but only forcefully took over Jarvis's body.
If he wanted to, he could return the control at any time.
"Huh?"
A surprised voice came from the void, and a group of people appeared.
The leader was Master Doehring, who held a goat-headed scepter.
This creepy object's reaction made his scalp go numb, because it was not like normal creepy objects that would only passively defend themselves, but would actively attack.
It was like … a person!
"I can't … let this creepy thing continue to grow!"
Doehring's expression was solemn. He grabbed a cross-shaped pendant and swallowed it.
Whoosh!
At this moment, the expressionless Jarvis moved.
He flipped open the notebook in his hand, showing Doehring a new page.
A line of blood-red words appeared:
"Your spring has exploded!"
"What does that mean?" Doehring's expression changed, and he immediately reacted. "Spring? Could it be … the Fountain of Dead Souls? Impossible! "
At this moment, the emergency communication device on his body automatically lit up. "Doehring Three Chiefs, please return to the island as soon as possible. The Fountain of Dead Souls … is out of control!"
All the sword-wielding people's expressions changed drastically.
After all, the water of the Fountain of Dead Souls suppressed most creepy objects!
Once it went out of control, it was hard to say what kind of chain reaction would occur.
"Let's go!"
Doehring waved his cloak, and all the sword-wielding people disappeared.
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