Only me in the world is normal

Chapter 407 Taking the Body
Warlocks of the Star Federation are rare and noble.

One of them was Rutherford Moses, an eighty-year-old man with the appearance of an elegant middle-aged gentleman.

The spells studied are related to corpses, death, undead summoning and so on.

So he followed the army to Dajing.

War would produce enough corpses for him to do research on.

With the cessation of the war, Rutherford did not have so much material for his research.

The reason why I didn't leave was because it was easier to get corpses on Dajing than in my hometown.

Moreover, Dajing has a martial arts master, and Rutherford is quite fascinated by the different corpses.

Of course, Rutherford would not let go of the fighter's body.

The three returned corpses were his research materials.

As for finding the murderer, it was just a matter of convenience.

The body went to Rutherford's underground research room.

In the flickering candlelight, Rutherford walked in slowly and lifted the black cloth covering it.

"The heads are all smashed." He bent down and examined it carefully.

He didn't wear gloves on his hand, so he just stuck it directly into the wound, bringing out some coagulated blood and fragments.

Ignoring the dirt on his hands, Rutherford raised his hands and began to cast strange spells.

Cooperate with changing gestures.

The basement, which was already bleak and cold, became even more bleak and cold.

Even the candlelight, which was originally exuding warmth, was covered with a layer of coldness, and the yellow light turned into a faint green light.

"rise."

Following Rutherford's movement of raising his hands up.

The three headless corpses immediately sat up.

"Tell me who the murderer is."

Rutherford ordered in a cold voice.

Of course, this is not to really let the headless corpse speak, but...

The bloody aura emanated from the three corpses, condensed in mid-air, and surged, as if to form some kind of image.

However, after turbulent for a while, there was no shape.

"Huh?" Rutherford narrowed his eyes and ordered again, "Say, who killed you?"

There was more blood-red mist escaping from the corpse, rolling, still unable to form a clear image, just simply changing constantly.

"what happened?"

Rutherford took a step forward, and his gestures changed twice quickly.

One of the headless corpses suddenly exploded into a blood mist and completely merged into the red mist in midair.

But even so, it still failed.

The red mist kept rolling, but it couldn't condense into a single image.

"what is this?"

Rutherford's face darkened, and another corpse exploded.

Then... everything remained the same, except for the increase in the concentration of the red mist.

"Oh! It's interesting!"

Rutherford waved his hand, and the last corpse exploded, and the midair was no longer a red mist, but a cloud of red liquid.

In 5 minutes, the red liquid surged for 5 minutes.

It made Rutherford's face change from ugly to surprised, from surprised to thinking, and his brows frowned.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

Rutherford said.

The door to the basement was opened, and someone walked down the steps with a kerosene lamp: "Teacher."

The person who came was Rutherford's apprentice.

But not his real apprentice.

The real apprentice was infected in an accident in an experiment and died. It was the captain of the full-time eye, Yager, who woke up.

"What's the matter?" Rutherford asked absently.

"Seeing that you haven't come out here, come and have a look." Jager lowered his head, bowed his body and said respectfully, "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the person who killed them didn't take shape, which is a bit interesting." Rutherford said.

"why is that?"

"I don't know. There are many reasons. It may be that the other party is dead, or it may be that someone used another force to block my 'appearance tracking'." Rutherford said.

Not only can he make the appearance of the murderer appear, but he can also condense into blood beads and track them down.

In other words, it is actually the method of tracking.

Appearance is incidental.

If a person dies, there is no way to track them down.

"Teacher, I can help." Jager said.

"You?" Rutherford looked over strangely. How could he, an apprentice who barely got started, be of any help?

"There are some magical items in the land of Dajing. I collected one a while ago, and it may be useful." Jager said.

Rutherford nodded noncommittally: "Then try."

Jager stepped forward, took out a black box, and placed it under the bloody liquid.

"Teacher, please take a step back." Jager said solemnly.

"Oh." Rutherford smiled disdainfully, but still took a step back.

Jager squatted down and opened the black box.

As the box was opened, several black shadows burst out from inside and rushed towards Rutherford.

"It's quite courageous."

Rutherford's face was gloomy, but his posture was calm, and he stretched out his hand a little.

The blood liquid in mid-air suddenly exploded, forming streaks of blood-colored spears, instantly nailing those black figures to death in mid-air.

The black aura dissipated, revealing the true colors of the five figures, all of whom were from the Star Alliance, staring at Rutherford ferociously.

"Who did you take refuge in?" Rutherford looked at the surprised Jager and asked, spitting out several names from his mouth.

As a warlock who studies death and corpses, he doesn't have many friends, but he has many enemies.

"kill him!"

Jager's astonishment instantly turned ferocious, as he drank violently.

The small black box exploded, and four more black shadows rushed towards Rutherford.

Rutherford remained motionless, a bloody light curtain emerged from his body.

The black shadow collided with the light curtain, like a mayfly shaking a tree, and what collapsed was the black energy on his body, revealing his true colors.

It is also the appearance of a Star Alliance person.

"Too ignorant, this is your assassination method?" Rutherford shook his head and reached out to shake his hand.

The bodies of the nine people twisted suddenly, and the blood in their bodies turned into Rutherford's weapon, killing the nine people from the inside out.

The broken corpses fell to the ground like rag dolls.

"The ignorant."

Rutherford looked at Jager and hooked his fingers.

Jager flew up uncontrollably and flew in front of Rutherford.

"Tell me, who bought you?" he asked.

"Pooh!"

Jager spat viciously.

"Forget it, I'll ask your soul directly." Rutherford reached out and grabbed Jager's head, his eyes glowed strangely white.

The body twitched.

Jager twitched too.

The two looked like they had epilepsy.

Weird with a bit of funny.

After a while, Rutherford let go of his hand, and Jager's body, which had completely lost his voice, fell to the ground.

Rutherford's face was full of shock.

What did he see in Jager's soul?
The dream of God, the apostle of the dream, countless more grand worlds?

This is in the end-

Before Rutherford could sort out the chaotic memories that shocked him, suddenly, a translucent phantom appeared from him.

"what!"

With a scream, Rutherford knelt on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, another translucent phantom emerged from his body.

One after another, a total of nine phantoms shuttled crazily across Rutherford's body, making Rutherford extremely painful every time.

It was as if his soul had been bitten off by them.

No, not as if, but the fact!

Nine phantoms are biting and devouring Rutherford's soul!
If you look carefully, you will find that the nine phantoms have chains around their necks, and the ends of the chains are connected in the same direction.

It was inside Rutherford's body.

And the appearance of these phantoms is the same as the nine people killed by Rutherford.

"That's stupid and arrogant, sir."

Rutherford in pain opened his mouth and spit out a sentence.

"Who the hell are you!" In the next breath, Rutherford's face changed and he said something else.

"Didn't you see it? We, the dream apostles from the outside world..."

On Rutherford's face, another translucent face appeared, exactly like Jager.

"Teacher, I will accept your body." Jager said with a smile.

"what!"

A miserable cry erupted from Rutherford's mouth.

However, the special basement will not let the sound leak out at all.

After screaming, Rutherford slowly raised his head and stood up again.

It is still the original appearance, but the inside has changed, it is no longer Rutherford, but Jager!

Jager moved his body: "This body is not bad, it can be used for a while."

He waved.

Phantoms wearing collars and chains all appeared, kneeling in front of him.

"Owner!"

The nine people shouted, their faces full of fanatical and respectful expressions.

"Ah."

Jager responded.

These people are his teammates and his slaves.

"You guys, go and find out who killed these fighters. It should be the Apostle of Dreams. And the five missing yamen servants are probably also the Apostles of Dreams." Yager ordered.

Now that he has replaced Rutherford, he is enough to use local forces to do something with the Brigade and Chongxiao.

"Yes."

A few phantoms are about to fly away.

"Wait." Jager suddenly called to them, thought for a while and said, "Find a few more suitable possession objects."

"Yes, Master!"

After making sure that there were no more orders, the phantoms left the basement completely.

"It's stupid to expose yourself by killing a fighter." Jager shook his head and walked out of the cold basement.

In this mission, he has already gained the upper hand.

-

In Jiangbei City, Xia Yanzhen, who was evaluated as "stupid" by Jager, was sitting in the lobby of a restaurant.

Surrounded by a group of government officials and soldiers who drew their swords to surround but did not attack.

On the street outside the restaurant, there were shopkeepers and some of the onlookers who were so anxious that they wanted to go in and hand Xia Yanzhen to the government office.

It was already noon on the second day after the death of the three Star Alliance members.

After the unremitting efforts of many soldiers and yamen servants, Xia Yanzhen, who was upright and upright, was successfully blocked.

Xia Yan really didn't wear a cloak.

The prisoner of darkness, the sword, and the hairstyle and appearance.

His outstanding image inevitably attracts attention, and after more than a day, he was finally locked.

Originally, the yamen servant just had an attitude of asking, but he did not expect to find the murderer.

Immediately tense.

None of the group of people dared to move forward.

These people's brains are very lucky, even dare to kill Star Alliance people, don't they dare to kill their bastards?
Therefore, they just besieged and did not attack, and at the same time sent people to call for additional personnel.

So the current picture appeared in the restaurant.

Xia Yanzhen ignored the soldiers and yamen servants around him, and continued to eat his lunch—but he paid for it in advance, so it shouldn't be wasted.

Surrounded by three layers of encirclement.

If it wasn't for the blades facing each other, people who didn't know would think that the big man was being protected when he was traveling.

(End of this chapter)