Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 429: Express

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On the ferry.

Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved at the port of Marx.

Although he has a convenient means of transmission such as the secret key of the door, the investigator does not know.

In order to keep secrets and hide themselves, I had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stubs at each station to form a false route.

He returned to his cabin, hung the Do Not Disturb sign, and immediately activated the ‘secret key’ and came to a school outside.

Through the fence, you can see Smith sitting alone on the edge of the playground, staring at the crowd playing football indifferently.

Lonely, paranoid...

This is the main impression he left to his classmates recently.

In school, this kind of character is very vulnerable to isolation and group violence.

But Smith doesn't care at all.

As for bullying on the bright side?

After he played through several famous gangsters in this school, no one dared to do that, and even wanted to make him the boss.

Smith certainly has no interest in it.

‘It’s... boring! ’

He looked at the sweating athletes on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides and yawned.

'The end of the year is coming...There are great truths in the universe...These ordinary people can only act like flies, foolish and ignorant, enjoyment, and the disaster is sudden, and somehow Die...'

Smith murmured.

After the cultivate spell, he inevitably leaned towards darkness.

It’s just such a symptom.

At this moment, Smith’s spirit seemed to touch a terrible vortex.

He stood up, his forehead was sweating, and the world around him slowly began to rotate. Those faces, sceneries, and laughter and laughter were all terribly distorted.

"Who is it?"

Smith's heart was raised, and the spell was ready to be used.

Following the terrible mental vortex, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a Daoist shadow.

The Daoist clearly stood there, but he was uncertain. He seemed to be wearing a white shirt and a dark cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and squirrels.

As for the face, it is even more vague, or I can’t remember it when I see it.

"Young believers, our common belief, let me find you."

Smith heard a voice.

He quickly glanced around his eyes and found that no one paid attention to it, so he could not help asking: "You are also... a believer in the Lost God?"

Fang Xian did not speak, but just recited the beginning of the immortal psalm.

This feeling of spiritual shock is enough to distinguish it from other believers.

"Why...I haven’t seen you on the island?"

Smith asked his doubts.

Soon, he heard a chuckle from the person opposite: "You are too weak... when you fight, there are more believers, on other battlefields... the battle between God and God, Be beyond your imagination..."

Smith froze at once.

He thought of the giant blackbird and black Taisui that appeared last.

Now it seems, maybe it is the magecraft that the real powerful believers show?

"So...why are you here for me?"

Smith then asked.

"My Lord said, you are all ignorant lambs and need the guidance of the shepherds..." Fang Xian replied in amazement.

"Did my Lord hear my prayer and sent you here?" Smith was excited, and even burst into tears: "My faith, my prayer... finally got a response."

"You new believers, who have no experience in secret associations, are easy to find clues by investigators, so they cannot gather and cannot use public facilities frequently to contact..." Fang Xian said: "I will teach you to call messengers Method... They are invisible hounds, have the ability to shuttle space, and can also be used by us, as long as a little spells and skills..."

"Thank you, sir!" Smith said quickly.

Soon, he heard the stranger opposite and recited a mantra.

There seems to be one more creature in the surrounding space, which may be the ‘courier’.

The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if a little blood had been drawn.

"Blood is a beacon and a mark, it is your messenger."

The figure of Fang Xian keeps going backwards and enters a shadow: "For other knowledge, we can communicate through messengers..."

The warm sunlight falls.

Everything around is back to its original state.

If it weren’t for the tingling of his fingers, and there was an invisible hound around him that only he could see, Smith almost thought he had hallucinations.

......

In the cabin.

The figure of Fang Xian reappeared.

Not only did he visit Smith, but even Vivienne, Mickey... and several other believers who thought they had more potential, visited them again, and left their contact information and messenger.

In the future, you can teach them some supernatural knowledge through messengers, and even send things.

‘Speaking...it shouldn’t be a messenger, it’s better to call a courier? ’

Fang Xian touched his chin, sat on a chair, and started writing:

"...While pursuing supernatural powers, you need to be vigilant, that is, to maintain humility. Humans are originally as small as dust compared to the universe..."

"Intellect and thinking are very important. I share a symbol here called "Spirit Seal", which can effectively maintain our intellect and protect our spirit when facing the pollution of the family..."

"We are fortunate enough to listen to the teachings of the great existence...to keep in mind the dogma: do not learn from other denominations, perform **** sacrificial rituals, not call the names of other great beings, and do not use the power of incantations at will..."

"Finally, I hope you can share this knowledge with each other..."

After writing a thick stack of stationery~IndoMTL.com~Fang Xian, put them in the envelope and seal the letter.

After doing all this, he began to recite mantras.

From the void, a beagle hounded out of the wind.

Unlike its companions, these hounds as ‘couriers’ have been controlled by Fang Xian using Hopskin’s spell.

Unless their masters wake up, they cannot be summoned even by the wind chauvinists.

'The great presence on the Throne of Wild Hunt will not pay attention to this little thing, let's say...not yet when the stars are back in place, maybe it is still sleeping... As for the churches, am I still afraid they? ’

Fang Xian stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth with confidence.

If there are outsiders, you will see a thick letter disappear directly into the air, as if it was swallowed by an invisible monster.

"Send it to Smith."