"Do you still think Dismark can protect you now?" Han Jin sneered.
In fact, Han Jin was also a little surprised. Judging from Cromwell's expression, Madam Fanny should be someone very close to Dismark, but in his impression, he had never had any contact with such a noble lady. There must be something else going on.
Cromwell suddenly chuckled until he was out of breath. After a while, he asked, "Do you think … you can still protect yourself?"
"So far, I've done a good job." Han Jin said flatly.
"Yes, so far …" Cromwell's voice suddenly lowered, and his whole body slowly shrank into a ball. Finally, he curled up on the ground, motionless.
Léger rushed up and reached out to check Cromwell's breathing. He then pressed his ear to Cromwell's chest and listened for a moment. "He … he's dead!"
Gibran couldn't help but frown. He went forward to check for a long time, and finally had to accept the fact that Cromwell was really dead. It was just that this guy's death was a little too inexplicable.
Han Jin's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said, "You guys go out for a moment."
Yalina was stunned. She vaguely guessed something, and just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that she was surrounded by people, so she could only swallow what she wanted to say.
Gibran shrugged. In fact, he really wanted to know what Han Jin was going to do, but Han Jin didn't say. Of course, he had his own reasons, so he couldn't force him to ask.
After a moment, everyone in the room retreated. Han Jin chanted in a low voice, and a talisman formed in the air. Then, it turned into countless stars and shot in all directions, attaching themselves to the walls, the ceiling, and the ground. Unfortunately, it was daytime, and the sun was too strong. If it had been night time, the countless stars would have been very beautiful.
"Dismark has been fighting with Zagunéd. Although it was tough, he also learned a lot, didn't he?" Han Jin said with a smile.
There was no one in the room, only Han Jin talking to himself. The scene was somewhat strange.
"It feels good to be in this state, right? No one can see you. You can pass through all obstacles and even drill into the depths of the earth. But … why didn't you run away just now? "
Just as Han Jin finished speaking, the stars on the left wall suddenly exploded. In the dim light, there seemed to be a shadow flashing and disappearing. Then, the stars on the ceiling, the floor, the walls, and the hall door exploded one after another. After a long time, the room finally returned to normal.
"Give up? Are you sure I'm talking to you now? " Han Jin revealed a faint smile. "I'm very curious. What did the person who blessed your body call your current appearance?"
"Soul? I've seen ghosts before, but this is the first time I've seen a soul like yours … What's the biggest difference between a soul and a ghost? Hehe, indeed, you wouldn't know. But … in my hometown, we call things like you 'ghosts', and I happen to be a master of ghost catching. If you were still a swordsman, it would take some effort for me to deal with you. But you turned into a ghost in front of me … Cromwell, your luck is really bad. "
"No, no, I'm not lying. The first time I'm talking about is the first time now, not the first time in the past. In the past, I had to deal with things like you almost every day."
"In the past … This question is too complicated to explain to you clearly. Besides, don't you think you have too many questions?" Han Jin smiled. "Now, let me introduce you to a friend who's very similar to you."
Before he finished speaking, a blood-red crystal ball appeared in Han Jin's hand. In the crystal ball, a small and exquisite skeleton suddenly pounced on the wall of the ball. A pair of flashing red black holes stared in one direction. The arm bones waved wildly, as if wanting to rush out from the inside.
The momentary silence disappeared, and a series of indistinct howls resounded in the room. Countless specks of starlight exploded madly.
"It's useless. Have you forgotten what I said just now? I'm a master of ghost catching. If I can't even subdue things like you, what kind of master am I? "Han Jin weighed the crystal ball." Immortality? This … I'm not lying to you. Of course, immortality is impossible, but living for a few thousand years shouldn't be a problem. However, you can't attract the attention of people like me, and you can't appear in front of us. You're too careless. "
"Hehe … Don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy now?" Han Jin smiled, then threw the crystal ball out. He shouted in a low voice, "Keep!"
Another faintly discernible howl was heard. The crystal ball turned a small circle in the air and returned to Han Jin's hand. A small misty mass of air appeared in the crystal ball, and the delicate skeleton pounced on the mass of air like a poisonous snake.
"Hmm?!" Han Jin frowned slightly.
The small and exquisite skeleton suddenly froze in place. From the outside, it could be seen clearly that the skeleton was trembling non-stop, and the two red spots in its eye sockets were getting brighter and brighter.
"You can't touch this thing. I have a use for it." Han Jin thought for a moment, then took out two talismans from the space ring. As the talismans dissipated, ten spirits appeared out of thin air.
Han Jin took out the Soul-Devouring Pearl again, and all ten spirits were sucked into it. This time, the small and exquisite skeleton did not hold back. It used extremely ferocious movements to tear the nearest spirit into pieces, and swallowed it whole.
Han Jin kept the Soul-Devouring Pearl in the space ring. He was in a very good mood. Ever since he read the magic book written by that lunatic, he always felt that there should be a point of convergence between Taoist techniques and magic. However, he was not sure what that point was. Perhaps, if he found that point, he would be able to discover the secrets of the eighth element. Perhaps, he would be able to open the door to a mysterious world!
The spirits summoned by the Five Demons Transfer Spell were actually spirits with physical forms, while the magician under Dismark was able to create real 'ghosts'. This was too comical, and also an insult to a cultivator! Therefore, Han Jin was not in a hurry to get rid of Cromwell. He needed to understand the magician's secrets. If he had enough power, he would capture the magician and control him. He believed that the magician could provide him with inspiration.
Han Jin turned around and walked out. He was a little careless and stepped on the leg of a corpse. After taking two steps, he thought of something and turned around again. The tip of his foot stepped on the corpse's leg again, and then a low groan came from below.
"You're not dead yet?" Han Jin bent down.
Dauncy lay there motionless. Although no one had attacked him from beginning to end, the bloodstains on his body were no less than those of the dead.
"Get up. Stop pretending." Han Jin said with a smile. He was very happy right now because he was digesting the good news that Cromwell had brought him. However, that didn't mean that he would let Dauncy go.
Dauncy still didn't move. However, some things couldn't be controlled by willpower. For example, the cold sweat on his forehead and the trembling of his fingers.
"I heard from Sassoux that you were very impressive back then. What's the matter now? " Han Jin's smile turned cold. "For someone like you, I wouldn't be soft-hearted even if I killed ten thousand of you, let alone one!"
As he finished speaking, a small flame floated down from Han Jin's palm and landed on Dauncy's chest.
Dauncy barely held it in for a few seconds before he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream and jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.
The people outside heard the scream and hurriedly rushed into the hall. They saw Dauncy jumping up and down with all his might, slapping at the flame with his hands. However, the flame was very strange. It seemed to be sticky. When Dauncy slapped at it with his hands, the flame would stick to his hands. When he brushed it with his arms, the flame would stick to his arms. Soon, his upper body was enveloped in raging flames.
"Ah …" Dauncy's screams became more and more shrill as he ran around like a headless fly. Unfortunately, he was running towards Han Jin. Han Jin kicked Dauncy to the ground. If it were anyone else, they might not have dared to attack Dauncy. The raging flames were too terrifying.
Dauncy rolled on the ground with all his might. Suddenly, two severely carbonized arms separated from his body. One of them hit the ceiling, while the other flew towards Léger.
Léger hurriedly ducked down. The arm flew over his head and hit the wall. Countless sparks flew everywhere as the arm was reduced to pieces. However, each piece continued to burn. Léger broke out in a cold sweat. He cursed Dauncy, who was about to die, and retreated as far as he could.
The gradually weakening screams came to an abrupt end. However, the flame didn't extinguish and continued to burn. Not long after, Dauncy's body was reduced to ashes. Only his two legs were left. Even the arm that had been sent flying had turned into ashes and scattered in the air.
"Raphael, can you still save her …" Sassoux reached out and touched the tip of the old woman's nose for a moment before looking up at Han Jin.
Han Jin shook his head. There was no need to look. The old woman's skull had been smashed open, and even her brain was exposed. This kind of injury wasn't something he could save.
"Sigh …" Sassoux sighed and turned his gaze to the young woman.
This time, Sassoux didn't need to say anything. Han Jin walked over, bent down, and grabbed the young woman's wrist. He listened carefully for a moment. The way he treated people was very strange. At least, most people here couldn't understand it. However, Sunier and the others had long since gotten used to it.
After a moment, Han Jin picked up the young woman's head and gently opened her half-closed eyelids. He looked at her seriously and said, "She's fine. She's just in shock. Also … find her a quiet place. She'll recover after a few days."
"Can she really recover?" Sassoux asked.
Han Jin paused. "That … depends on her."
"Raphael, bring her to our place," Sassoux said in a negotiating tone.
Han Jin looked up at Sunier and the others. Apart from Léger, Sunier and Morrisons were obviously leaning toward Sassoux's suggestion. He nodded. "Alright."
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