Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 65

The chat with the Djinn was very pleasant, except that I signed another debt due to the Sequence 6 Faceless potion formula.

At noon the next day, Klein received an entrustment with a daily salary of up to 10 pounds.

Sure enough, killing Lanvus can drop luck.

Following the chubby jeweler to his luxurious home in the West End, Klein saw the target that needed protection in the entrusted mission. It was a big boy named Yatelu who was haunted by resentful spirits.

Ah, I know this question, and I still have a problem-solving book.

Klein decided to get rid of this resentful soul directly at night and completely solve the employer's problem. As for whether it will cut off other people's fortunes, this...

Stuart, who was with Klein in the night vigil, was a bearded gentleman. This rough-looking detective was actually afraid of ghosts. He kept saying that this child was a ghost. It is best to go to the church of the Church of the Storm. Point holy water to exorcise evil spirits.

The priests of the Lord of Storms may not be professional enough, I suggest they go to the believers of the Eternal Sun.

Klein spit out a groove in his heart, and then felt that it was a little disrespectful for him to arrange gods like this.

It was night, Klein used Azik's copper whistle to lure the Wraith out of Adol's body, and then used the newly acquired ability to control flames to easily burn the Wraith.

Klein once again strongly felt the goodness of the eternal blazing sun, and was very eager to own a magical item of the sun pathway. Of course, he couldn't have the characteristic of being alive, and he didn't want to charge for the second time.

In the end, he asked about the whole story of what happened to Adol.

Adol excitedly declared that death is not the end!

Klein, who had just lifted up the coffin, expressed that he was offended.

After using the excuse to smoke on the balcony and creating corresponding hallucinations, Klein rushed to Green Cemetery.

As a non-staff member of the Church of the Evernight and the head of the Tarot Club, Klein felt that he should solve the problem from the root cause and minimize the damage caused by extraordinary events to ordinary people.

Then, he saw a group of chickens surrounding a corpse in the cemetery, dancing among the many graves.

A tattooed bald head dragged a black cat out of a cage and threw it at the corpse.

The black cat made a "meow" and jumped over the corpse.

Suddenly, the petite shadow of the black cat under the red moon suddenly swelled and grew larger, twisting and growing into a huge, ferocious, strange creature.

It has bright red eyes, a hooked tail, pointed devil horns, and a body that is constantly twisting and changing like smoke and mist.

One of its feet was stepping on a corpse that was constantly struggling. The corpse gave out a dull gasp of "He! He!", and every hole in its body was leaking yellow-green, rotten and stinky liquid.

Turning into a demon-like black cat, he focused his attention on the black-robed man with a copper whistle ready to blow. Deep fear enveloped everyone present.

"Are you calling me?"

The majestic voice hit the man's ear, and the man involuntarily knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He trembled and said inarticulately:

"Great...great...the...the...death!"

"I...I...is your...faithful...believer."

The black cat's gaze aggravated the fear in the man's heart, which made him crawl directly on the ground, chanting the title of "Death God" repeatedly.

The black cat's voice sounded again.

"Call me to come, what do you wish for?"

"Wish... wish?"

The man lying on the ground murmured.

Yes, I have a wish!

"Please drop your divine power and give me eternal life!"

The man seemed to have been injected with strength, and was able to lie on the ground and shout loudly.

The black cat fell silent, and the entire cemetery fell into dead silence.

Klein widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, watching things rush in a strange direction, moving forward.

This is more bluffing than the gatekeepers of **** I would say.

Wang Zichuan thought for a while, but had no good idea on how to further intimidate this fool. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said:

"You have already made a wish, then, sign a contract with me and become a necromancer!"

The man in black robe was overjoyed. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt a pain in his neck and was unconscious.

Several rookie boys and girls did not escape the fate of being stunned.

Klein is worried that if the magic lamp continues, things beyond his control will happen, especially when it comes to wishes and contracts.

Before, the magic lamp always bewitched him to make a wish. As long as he makes a wish, he can meet all his requirements. He doubts that through making a wish, the lamp **** can establish a contractual relationship with people, and then control the wisher, causing a wider range of harm through him. .

Wang Zichuan's performance was interrupted by Klein, but he was not angry either. The black mist that formed the shape of a huge black cat dissipated. The blue-eyed black cat had no idea where it had gone before.

Klein picked up the shovel brought by the rookies, found a suitable place to dig a hole, and buried the pus corpse that had been trampled and smashed.

Tsk tsk, this man should have been a decent person before his death, and the corpse was ruined like this.

After dealing with the scene, he looked at the people who were lying on the ground, took out gold coins, and helped them fortune-telling about the good and bad people who continued to lie here, and got the result that they would not be in danger and would not be discovered, so he turned to The Atru family ran away, and he had to get back as soon as possible, lest Mr. Stuart find him on the balcony and find something unusual.

All night long until dawn.

The fat employer looked at his son returning to normal in surprise, and shouted with joy:

"The storm is on, I'm going to donate 300 pounds to the church!"

What does this have to do with the Lord of the Storm~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is obviously the credit of Mr. Fool.

Klein yawned loudly, the cat fell asleep under the warm quilt.

In the evening, the gathering of the old gentleman with the eyes of wisdom.

The very talkative pharmacist took out three hundred pounds and a note with clues to the pharmacist's potion formula, and handed it to Klein.

Looking at his expression, Klein felt happy from the bottom of his heart. It turns out that this is what it feels like to see other people show such an expression. Is the magic lamp so happy when he sees my IOU?

In fact, Klein still has the Beyonder characteristics of Bishop Rose that he obtained before, but he dare not sell it.

It's not just about the price and sales of Sequence Six's Beyonder characteristics, it's mainly because he is afraid that there will be members of the Aurora Society present. He plans to wait for the opportunity to make magical items in the future.

At the party, there were no magical items that Klein could afford that fit his heart.

Klein wasn't too disappointed either. Anyway, the magic lamp can be used just fine.

After the party was over, Klein relied on the hair of the leader of the group of chickens he had stabbed to find his place smoothly.

The man was sitting dumbfounded on the easy chair in the living room, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a low voice rang in the man's ear.

"Don't you feel scared when something like that happened?"

"Who!"

The man looked in horror at the sofa on the side, where a figure shrouded in black mist was sitting leisurely.

Everything last night was not a dream!

I really summoned the **** of death!

Now, his messenger has found me!

Chapter end