The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 250: Ritualist
This is a novel experience that I have never had with Citalopram.
It does not rely on legs to walk on the ground, but relies on thoughts to float on the ground.
Citalopram felt clearly that she could still spread her legs and pretend she was moving.
You can even stand still, or even move forward while sitting or even lying on the edge of the bed... Anyway, the maximum movement speed is constant. It's just that it would make her feel a little awkward and her field of vision would not be wide enough.
...Is this the female ghost form?
For some reason, Citalopram had such an idea in his mind.
She quietly passed through the wall and entered the interior of 35 Rusty Water Street.
After that, she did not act rashly, but immediately avoided the people around her and carefully observed the target's internal environment.
——Yes, No. 35 Rusty Water Street is not a residential building.
It is a relatively empty warehouse.
The space inside is about as big as a 400-meter track circle. A third to a half of the space near the door was filled with huge wooden boxes. The wooden boxes are about one meter high, some are stacked on two levels, and some are stacked on three levels. Those with three layers were covered with thick cloth, while those with two layers were not.
There is no doubt that these boxes are bunkers.
The ravine formed by several stacked boxes perfectly blocked the view. And in the warehouse, which is more than half way from the gate, there is no one there until the end of the warehouse.
There is no back door here, but there are several observation holes blocked by iron rods.
Citalopram's pupils suddenly shrank.
She clearly saw...in the open space at the back half of the warehouse, there were many things that didn't look right everywhere!
The most eye-catching thing is an altar similar to the three-story Tower of Hanoi. The top layer was carved with many blood grooves as wide as a finger, and there were still dark traces of very thick, sticky, sludge-like traces inside.
She also saw several runes carved on the ground - she could clearly see the drag marks.
Around these runes is a square, dust-free circle. It was obvious that they had just lifted up the boxes that were on top of the runes and piled them somewhere else.
In addition, there are many strange parts that Citalopram is used for.
But fortunately, she is also a graduate of a medical university, so she can clearly recognize what this thing is:
For example, a raw cow head skeleton with all the flesh and blood scraped clean but still retaining its horns;
The spine and ribs on both sides are separated, and three rows of large dog skeletons are hung on the wall;
The hearts of rats, bats, frogs and certain birds soaked in some kind of antiseptic liquid;
Feces fermenting in a copper vessel...
In addition to these things of animal origin, there are also powdered crystals, rubies, sapphires, lead and silver - the reason why we can clearly know what they are is because the vessels of different textures are labeled. And Citalopram seemed to recognize the writing.
After all, these vessels are almost always opaque. Without labels, it was completely impossible to tell what was inside.
In addition, there are some very strange and obviously handmade "tools".
For example, a triangular frame made of glass or crystal; a male and female doll with the chest and abdomen cut open to reveal cotton wool; a strange balance composed of two weights of different weights and two ropes of different lengths ……
...What is going on?
Seeing these things, Citalopram did not act rashly.
She just huddled in the corner, counting heads quietly.
...Seventeen people in total.
Fortunately, Si Anke did not attack directly.
——He is right.
"Okay, time's up."
The skinny old man standing in the middle of the crowd said softly and put his pocket watch back into his arms: "It seems that Bob doesn't plan to come."
"Then shall we retreat directly?"
A bald man about two meters tall, with extremely strong muscles and a mustache asked in a deep voice: "Bob and the others are afraid that they will be caught or betray us... Now the crow may have noticed We are."
"It's also possible that old Mike is finally planning to run away."
The brown-skinned woman with a terrible scar on her face and dark green tattoos on her shoulders sneered: "Brother Bob is also a coward. They looked reluctant before, as if we were forcing them to go. It’s like sending yourself to death.”
"Okay, just talk about old Mike and Joseph escaping. But Bob is not that kind of person. Although he is Joseph's cousin, he is different from him."
The bald man retorted in a deep voice: "Bob has a strong desire... He is a qualified person, different from us. It is entirely possible for him to embark on the path of transcendence - so he is the least necessary to escape. ”
"That's not necessarily true."
The woman sneered: "The road to transcendence... is not only available here. Maybe he took our information and went to join the crow."
"——Extraordinary inheritance can indeed be found everywhere."
The skinny old man spoke slowly, interrupting their conversation: "But besides us, who would lead the son of a serious criminal to embark on the extraordinary path?"
"Yes, Dad."
The strong man nodded respectfully to the old man and said nothing more.
"Dad, you have the final say."
The unruly brown-skinned woman also chose to give in to the old man.
The skinny old man known as "Dad" said slowly: "Furthermore, I want to correct a mistake of yours. It's not that you are not qualified to embark on the extraordinary road... but it is not necessary.
“Supernatural people and priests do not have to be able to use extraordinary power. In fact, extraordinary people may not use extraordinary power a few times until they die.
"It's just a few times anyway...then the ritual path is the same."
As he spoke, he slowly walked to the cabinet and took down two tan pottery bottles.
Citalopram noticed that it was a bottle marked "Silver" and "Pearl". ~IndoMTL.com~ This made her a little uneasy.
Then, the old man poured some powder from the bottle into the altar.
The strong man was very self-conscious, dragging a short, thin man with evil eyes next to him to the altar - his hands could even hold the other person's neck directly.
Then, like killing a chicken, he used the short man's own dagger to make a slash on the short man's wrist.
Citalopram suddenly realized something.
She backed away without hesitation, passed through the wall and exited the warehouse.
As the blood gushes out, the silver powder and pearl powder are 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 enables me to see clearly..."
The next moment, silver fire suddenly surged on the altar.
The firelight had a strange metallic luster, dancing like mercury.
The fire only illuminated for three seconds before going out again.
Nothing appears.
The old man frowned deeply.
"Is it an illusion..."
He murmured.
The old man was silent for a while, then walked towards the bottles containing metal, and at the same time commanded in a low voice: "Get me a mouse's heart, a cat's heel and a frog's heart.
"I want to summon something."