"What's still there?"
Lov pointed the pistol at Miller's head and asked loudly.
The doctor's mouth was open, revealing sharp fangs. It was no doubt a sign that he was a ghoul. He even seemed to have lost control of himself!
For a rational ghoul, it wasn't something that would happen.
Unless … his spirit had suffered some sort of terrifying impact or influence.
Something even scarier than a ghoul!
Miller was in a state of delirium and madness. He was also terrified. He curled up like a drunkard and stuttered like a baby.
Lov barely managed to piece together what had happened from his messy description.
The ogre doctor was indeed a cautious person. Even the people closest to him did not realize his identity.
Until recently, he got his hands on a few torn pages. It was said to be from the colony's "Voodoo Rituals". The words on the pages were very intoxicating.
Especially one line: "The life of all things lies in blood. Blood is the source of life. Blood is the fountain of atonement. Blood is the beauty that pleases the great existence!"
Miller kept repeating it over and over again.
He mainly relied on blood to survive. After getting his hands on the torn pages, although he was cautious and did not learn or record anything, the influence was unknowingly produced.
Madness and mutation accumulated bit by bit. Gluttony could no longer be suppressed.
Finally, the day before, he attacked his nurse. Trembling, he allowed his animal nature to overwhelm his human nature.
After he opened the floodgates of rationality, something even more terrifying happened.
That hunt seemed to have fulfilled some sort of ritual, summoning an invisible existence.
It entangled Miller, formless and invisible. No one could see it, but it kept murmuring like honey and venomous snake juice, tempting Miller to fall into depravity.
After being entangled for a night, he had already fallen into a state of madness.
If Lov had come a little later, he might have seen a completely crazed ghoul.
"Damn it … Is it related to another supernatural being? The kind that the intelligence doesn't know about at all … "
Lov's hair stood on end. The thick darkness around him seemed to be hiding an indescribable danger.
Hiss!
Hiss!
It was as if he could hear the hissing of snakes in his ears, as if he was being licked by snakes.
"Use your blood and flesh to please the great being … He promises you glory!"
An illusionary, hazy voice that was speaking in an unknown language but could be understood clearly echoed in Lov's head.
However, his heart calmed down. "This summoning ritual hasn't been completely successful. The spawn that I've summoned hasn't completely descended … It's illusory and needs to have a physical body. It needs to follow the rules … so it's tempting me?"
Lov had extraordinary experience in dealing with supernatural cases.
When he felt his heart waver, he took out a small pill from his belt without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ouch!
When the bitter taste spread, an indescribable pain immediately engulfed his entire body.
However, it was also amidst this pain that Lov woke up from the nightmare and regained control of his body.
At this moment, he saw that Miller had gone completely crazy. His fingers had turned into sharp claws, and he had completely transformed into a ghoul as he pounced over.
Bang!
An ear-piercing gunshot rang out in the cave …
…
"Hmm … according to the knowledge I've acquired recently, it should be possible to train the Wind Hounds and turn them into 'postmen' to deliver some messages or packages …"
Fang Xian and Eric walked side by side. They seemed to be talking and laughing on the surface, but they were actually thinking about ways to control the spawn.
This was something that Hopkins had done a long time ago, and he could do the same.
At this moment, an investigator walked over.
It was Clark Carter!
Eric and Fang Xian hurriedly stepped aside and bowed.
Clark Carter nodded in greeting. There seemed to be a hint of gloom between his brows as he walked over.
"Many investigators have returned recently …" Eric said emotionally. "I didn't expect to run into Lord Carter so often. He's a living legend! He once solved the case of the Giant of Dreams! "
"Yes!"
Fang Xian added a few sentences, feeling a little uncomfortable.
After getting what he wanted, there was nothing left to stay on the unnamed island. Instead, there was a risk of being exposed.
However, leaving without a reason was also asking for trouble.
"I need to go to the outside world … to experiment with some new spells and create some new poems.
"But … what reason should I find?"
Fang Xian rubbed his temples and thought vexedly.
At this moment, a new student came over. "Roca … there's a letter for you in the mail room …"
His expression was solemn and comforting. "Don't worry."
"Hmm?"
Fang Xian's spiritual sense was triggered, and he vaguely felt that an opportunity had arrived.
He thanked the other party, went to the mail room, and picked up the letter.
Because the unnamed island was blocked by a mysterious power, it was impossible to set up a telephone line or send or receive telegrams here. Some primitive letters were the only way to get information.
He opened the envelope skillfully, took out a piece of paper, and read quickly. "Lov … is missing?"
Fang Xian was a little surprised.
But it was normal when he thought about it. There were countless dangerous situations that investigators encountered, and it was already good enough that they went missing.
After all, they did not die directly.
Of course, most missing investigators did not end well. Only a small number returned safely, solved their problems, and became legends.
"No, Lov, my teacher, my partner …"
Fang Xian's heart was calm, but there was a deep sadness on his face.
"Sigh … Cheer up, young man, this is the norm for us investigators!"
The old man who was reading the newspaper sighed, as if he had seen this scene many times.
"No, I believe that my teacher is fine. I want to save him, I want to apply to leave the island!"
Fang Xian said with a firm tone.
"You …"
The old man put down the newspaper. He was really touched.
The opportunity to study at the headquarters was the dream of other investigators, and this young man actually gave it up for his partner?
He was indeed worthy of being called a 'good partner'.
"You have to think carefully …" The old man could not help but persuade him.
"I have thought it through very clearly. Lov is not only my partner, but also my teacher, my benefactor. I have to go back immediately and save him!"
Fang Xian was very determined.
What a joke!
It was rare to have such a wonderful excuse, and it would be a waste not to use it.
Among this batch of students, there were a few who quit midway due to various reasons. He was mixed among them and was not very eye-catching.
As for Lov?
He really planned to save him, if he was still alive.
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