Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 82 82. The World
A ray of sunlight broke through the dark clouds and landed on the homeless man's face covered with black beard and mud, coating him with a layer of golden divine radiance.

"Good memory, it's me, Tym."

He walked up to the shocked Karl and squatted down, with a vicissitudes of life like the god of death welcoming the dead.

"Why did you appear here?" Dean quietly squeezed Colt tightly, and then let go. If the other party was malicious, he should have been completely chilled, so why not be more open-minded, "You have been following me?"

"Relax, I'm not an enemy, I just rarely meet a young man who is pleasing to the eye, so I just look a few more times." Taim shook his head and sighed, "This guy is dying, do you want to save him?"

"Do you have a solution?" Dean had countless questions in his mind, but saving people was the most important thing now.

"Of course, but you have to pay the price." Taim raised his head and glanced at Dean's body with one eye, with a scrutinizing gaze, "Think about it, what are you willing to trade for his life?"

"Chip?"

This understatement sounded like the devil who seduced people in the legend, which made Dean feel a little uneasy.

The tramp seemed to see his worry, and laughed, his beard swaying like weeds, "I am a real person, no matter the soul or the body, I make this condition only because I can't obligate you all the time .”

"Make up your mind, the poor guy will return to Lingbo Prison in a few minutes."

Where is Lingbo Prison?
Dean's palms were sweating,
"Anything can be traded? Lifespan, health, body?"

"I'm not a god, I can't take away these conceptual things. You can exchange it with a future favor, or the most precious item in your body."

Old Tim looked at him with bright eyes, and there was a little expectation hidden in his eyes.

Favor?

Dean's thoughts turned.

Who can tell what will happen in the future, isn't a promise just a promise?But a strong intuition made him reject this option, took out the teardrop-shaped tablet from his arms, spread his palms,

"The soul of the Death Eater who died just now?"

The soul of the Death Eater has no physique attribute, and if Dean destroys it, he can only gain some proficiency at most, and it is most cost-effective to exchange the life of a companion.

"Did you kill that cunning 'fox'?" The tramp sighed expressively, his black eyes sparkling, "It's not easy to catch."

"Should I leave it alive?"

"No, you are right. If you don't deal with the Death Eater decisively, it will definitely escape, and then you will keep planting it, making you a wanted criminal and having no place in human society."

"Its soul is useless to you, but it is valuable to me." Taim stroked the beard under his chin. "Well, I agree with this deal. Release it first, and then I will help your friend recover."

Just as Dean was about to agree, a teary face flashed in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and made a second request.
"You are so powerful, can you do me another favor? A friend of mine was framed by the Death Eater and is still locked up in the detention center. Is there any way for you to rescue her legally?"

Taim stared at Dean silently for two seconds, the unfathomable gaze made Dean's heart beat like a doomsday judgment,

But suddenly he shrugged, sighed,
"Okay, saving one is saving, and saving two is also saving. I promise, two lives for one soul!"

Dean put it away as soon as he saw it, and with a thought, a cold wind blew from the plank in his palm and landed on the open space between the two.

Dean looked there through the glass, and saw a translucent spirit standing quietly, with limbs, head, and torso maintaining a basic human shape.

It has human facial features, but its eyes have dark green vertical pupils like snakes, and its expression is vivid. It is looking around blankly. Obviously, it is different from other ordinary spirits. It still maintains a certain level of sanity after death.

Its skin was covered with dark green ugly folds and scales, like melted candles and pitch, radiating a faint dark green light to the surroundings. Just looking at this light made Dean feel his nasal cavity sour.

The true form of the Death Eater, after death, still spreads sorrow.

But Dean raised his eyebrows in disappointment. There are a lot of artistic processing elements in the legend, and this appearance is far less terrifying than the image with the huge mouth of the abyss in the folk storybook in Tribeca.

opposite.

As soon as the soul of the Death Eater appeared, there was no time to react.

The tramp Tam's one-eyed stared round, his whole temperament changed drastically, his whole body's careless laziness faded away, and a frightening madness and longing permeated.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, rotten teeth, the whites of the eyes around the eyeballs were densely packed with blood like sandworms, and deep creases like bark suddenly appeared on the vicissitudes of his face.

call--

He opened his mouth suddenly towards the spirit body and let out a breath.

It's as dark as night, and it thrives against the wind.

The blackness of the sky turned into a high-speed surging wave and engulfed the spirit body of the Death Eater.

Black, swallows everything.

Dean glanced into the blackness from the air, then closed his eyes, but it was too late.

The suffocating despair, sadness, and fear came alive in an instant, tearing his skin, getting into his body, and eating away at his flesh and blood.

The heart was beating wildly, the headache was splitting, the temples were stinging, and a tearing pain erupted in the chest.

Pain to the extreme, deep to the soul.

A wave of dizziness, weakness, and weakness followed.

He seems to be floating in a black ocean, and the undercurrent tightly wraps him around, drifting, sinking, life and death.

Del——

Suddenly there was a crisp finger snap.

It was like a ray of clear spring in the desert pouring into Dean's heart.

Wash away all the pain.

Dean opened his eyes, lying on the ground weakly, as if he had just crawled out of hell, his body was steaming with sweat and shrouded in white mist.

"Sorry, I was too anxious just now, and I forgot to remind you to stay away." Taim's gentle voice sounded, his expression was extremely relaxed and comfortable, his one-eyed eyes shone with joy, and his originally dull skin became radiant. Hui, he seemed to be reborn and reborn.

And the spirit of the Death Eater in front of him disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace of it remaining in the world.

"What's that black thing?"

Dean staggered to his feet, still trembling with residual fear.

"You can think of it as a mental illness." Taim smiled apologetically, while Dean fell into thought, "The soul of the Death Eater, which can accommodate a lot of negative emotions, is a good carrier and can effectively relieve Mental illness... Thanks to you, I can relax for a while, now it's my turn to keep my promise,"

Tym snapped his fingers a second time at Cal, who was as still as a dead body against a palm tree.

A breeze picked up.

Dean was inexplicably in a trance and his perception was confused.

All the sounds around him disappeared, his heartbeat and breathing stagnated with the air, and the pause button was pressed on everything.

But this strange feeling lasted only for a moment.

next second.

Time begins to rewind.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand called the Creator, which reshaped Karl's seriously injured and dying body.

The blood-stained bandage on Carl's neck and the bloody hole disappeared in an instant, and the skin was as smooth as if it had never been injured.

This can no longer be described as treatment, it is simply a miracle.

There was a flash of surprise in Dean's eyes in horror,
Almost at the same time, Carl groaned and squirmed his closed eyelids, but as Tym waved away mosquitoes, he shuddered and snored again.

Dean quickly squatted down to check it again, he was relieved, the other party's breathing and heartbeat were normal.

"Don't worry, he's healed, but he needs to sleep a little longer in case he hears something he shouldn't hear, come on, it's your friend's turn in the detention center." Tym turned to the Death Eater who had been decapitated before body.

"Crazy masterpiece."

Tim moved his fingers as he looked at the decapitated and poked corpses, which spontaneously floated up and gathered into a pile.

Del.

The third snapped his fingers, and a gust of fresh wind blew by.

The carcass, which was similar to Carl, suddenly returned to its integrity, as if it had never been injured, and its appearance changed, with long black hair growing out of the Mediterranean Sea, a soft poker face, a straight nose bridge, and enlarged eyes , taller, thinner, and turned into a handsome man full of artistry, the bar owner Jack.

"It's him?"

Tam turned to Dean to ask, Dean swallowed his saliva, shook his head, and had a clear judgment of his ability in his heart,
Tim, time.

To control the time and let the individual return to the past state?
This is crazy.

"Don't ask." Taim saw his doubts, "It's taboo to explore other people's abilities, and I didn't ask you? As for how much you can see, that's your own ability, but don't say anything."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers for the fourth time.

Jack's appearance changed again, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a tomboy with short black hair and a thin build, with a few pimples on his face glistening in the sun.

She was wearing a baggy men's suit that was too big, and she looked like a sleeping "ugly duckling" with her eyes closed.

"It's her, it's Abby!"

Dean squatted down and tested the girl's breath. She was panting slightly, and her heartbeat and breathing were still there. Dean turned around in surprise,

"Wait, you saved the Death Eater?"

Dean's heart skipped a beat. If he killed her now, would he still be able to trigger the supernatural hunter to absorb attributes?

"Without a soul, it's just an empty shell. It's not as good as an ordinary vegetative person. It doesn't pose any threat to the outside world, and it no longer has supernatural characteristics." Taim shook his head, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face, and a few snaps of his fingers seemed to consume him a lot. Energy, "Take her back to the job, and change your friend out of the detention center. But remember to check your confession with your colleagues."

"I understand." Dean nodded,
"Now, the deal is done." Taim nodded, looking at him expectantly.

"Wait, I have some questions I want to ask." Dean asked decisively, "Are there many people like us in this world?"

Tym rolled one eye,
"It's rare that there are no outsiders to disturb, so let's talk."

"There are not many supernatural individuals, and most ordinary people will never encounter them once in their lifetime. But there are more of them than you think, all over the world, with strange abilities, not only human beings, but also legendary species like the Death Eater , another 'monster'."

Tim recalled,

"Most 'they' will find ways to use their abilities to satisfy their curiosity and selfish desires after their first awakening. Most of them will quickly abandon their ordinary lives and act as they please..."

Tam paused, looking at Dean, like looking at a rare animal,

"But do you know? You are unique. You honestly go to school in front of a high school student, and you also work as a LVPD volunteer to fix the loopholes in society. An impulsive and irritable teenager clearly possesses the power to easily obliterate ordinary people. But he didn't abuse his power to do evil, dominate others, he never even stole or robbed, and occasionally killed people and only picked the bad ones, it's unbelievable."

Dean thought to himself that this was thanks to the influence of the harmonious society in his previous life.

"Am I being too reserved?"

"Conservative? On the contrary, it's called principle, a valuable advantage. If you become an arrogant fool, I won't bother to talk to you." Tam raised a sentence disdainfully, and praised without hesitation, "And you It can be regarded as a slap in the face, keep a low profile in our world, learn to hide yourself, and live for a long time, but it is best not to repeat the heroic behavior of Lake Mead, I have no time to wipe your ass."

Wipe my ass?
Dean caught something vaguely, "What if you don't keep a low profile?"

"Crazy or dead."

"What's threatening us?" Dean's heart skipped a beat. Shouldn't superpowers be more powerful than ordinary people?

Tym's one eye looked into his eyes,
"Remember the warning I left you outside Barca Disco?"

"Is the sentence correct?" Dean recalled, "Darkness prefers different kinds, hide it well, don't get too close to it, and be careful that there are no bones left. What does it mean, what does darkness refer to?"

Tym scratched at his greasy, sticky black hair, picked out a louse, pinched it and popped it away.

"Split into two sides."

"On the first side, people with spiritual superpowers are under tremendous psychological pressure, and darkness will quietly grow in their hearts. After accumulating to a certain extent, they will burst out suddenly, and they will be crazy, desperate, and full of destructiveness..."

"The symbol on your plank, the pale pupils represent the sleepless people. They are such a group of mentally ill patients who often lose control. They pursue longevity, transcendence, and strength...not bound by social rules, and do whatever they want."

Tym's voice went straight into Dean's head like a symphony.

"As for people like us, only by unswervingly implementing principles with a strong will can we maintain our sanity in the future."

Dean looked surprised.

He has done research earlier, and the more the spirit exceeds the will, the easier it is for people to go crazy, split, and lose control. This is in line with Taim's advice. There are so many indescribable "dirty things" in Taim's body, it seems that the balance of will and spirit is more important than he imagined.

"By the way, this plank of yours is quite rare. It has miraculous effects on spirits, so keep it safe." Taim glanced at it casually,
"Well, I see. So the Sleepless is an extremely radical paranormal organization? Are you part of another organization, then?"

"I'm just a tramp with a lazy temper. I'm not used to restraint. I like to be alone. When I meet someone of the same kind who is pleasing to the eye and has a good temper, I just talk a little. I don't recommend that you join any organization as a newcomer."

Dean was flattered to hear that.

Tym crossed his arms and leaned back against the palm tree,

"Back to the point, the second side of darkness represents a kind of destiny—all supernatural things will attract each other and gather spontaneously from the day they are born."

"Didn't you notice that there were more abnormal things around you after you woke up?"

Dean thought for a while, and it was true. Since he traveled over and awakened the ability of the system, in less than half a year, he experienced the "Shadow of the Past", the ghost Alexander, and the Death Eater incident.

The frequency is a bit too high.

"It's not accidental, Dean. When you embark on this path, you are doomed to be entangled with the mysterious and supernatural for a lifetime. Months, a year, two years, the interval is irregular, but generally no more than five years, it is inevitable I will come into contact with the same kind once."

"Most of these supernatural things will not directly target you, but will inadvertently affect the choices and decisions you make, making you involuntarily approach them and involve you."

"For example, the act of pitying me and donating a few dollars to me outside the Barca Disco is the effect of the law of convergence, which quietly affects your mentality and makes you connect with me."

Taim paused, touched the black eyepatch, the one-eye shone with a breathtaking light,
"But the 'fate' encounters will not always be as peaceful and friendly as between us. More encounters will bring nightmares and destruction. You haven't seen it yet. Some supernatural things come from other indescribable spaces , the world, will bring a more terrifying experience than death."

other spaces?

Dean's back felt a chill, the water in this world was deeper than he imagined.

"Hiding in an isolated and fully enclosed place, can't escape the law of convergence?"

"You can close yourself off from contact with the outside world, but other supernatural beings will come to your door. In short, in most cases, no supernatural being can escape the law of convergence."

Dean interrupted, "In most cases, that is, there are exceptions?"

"Those exceptions are probably worse."

"Well, I heard you say that the existence of the supernatural is extremely dangerous, so there is no relevant management agency or department in the official government?"

"I can tell you clearly, there is. But the scale is small, the secrecy is extremely strong, and it is only responsible for a few extremely harmful events, such as the destruction of a small town."

"Actually, their biggest function is to block news, wrap up supernatural events, cover up the facts from the public, and avoid the spread of panic, and some special powerful existences take advantage of it."

A trace of fear flashed in Tam's eyes,
"If a supernatural accident that kills a few or a dozen people doesn't have a certain impact on society, they won't have the time to deal with it."

But Dean was thinking in his mind that the Internet has not yet developed, and it will be too difficult for the supernatural to hide in the age of extremely advanced information technology.

"But why the scale is not large? Shouldn't there be a bureau or something?"

"What strange movie did you watch? It's not mysterious to be controlled on a large scale." Taim shook his head and smiled,
"And due to the existence of the law of convergence, all supernatural beings, including you and me, are unstable bombs that attract unpredictable risks. Therefore, the less the number of supernatural beings gathered in the same place, the safer it is."

Dean nodded, keeping that in mind.

"In addition to the deeply hidden official and various supernatural groups, there are also some non-governmental organizations, which were established by rich people and capital who spent a lot of money and material resources to specialize in supernatural research. They are also the most accessible organizations for you, but they have no We are all full of malice. You have to be careful, you can show your skills on weekdays, but try not to expose your superpowers."

"I'll keep it a secret and keep it hidden," said Dean.

"Speak up, Dean, at this stage, your superpowers have just started, and your influence on ordinary people around you is limited. You can make friends and maintain a good relationship with them, and use this as an anchor to maintain your sanity. This is very effective."

"Especially when you suffered the mental shock of the Death Eater not long ago, there will inevitably be ups and downs in your mood and personality in the next period of time."

Dean's cheeks twitched, his words were a bit informative, "Can you give me another snap of your fingers treatment, like what you did to Carl?"

"Unfortunately, it has little effect."

"Then why is it important to keep in touch with other people?" Dean wondered.

"Have you experienced so much and haven't realized it? The corruption of the whole world lurks in the human heart, and it also contains miraculous kindness and beauty, and positive emotions can resist negative emotions."

Tym squinted his eyes in the direction of the entrance to the botanical garden, turned and walked towards a boulder protruding,

"That's all I've said. Now that you're on your way, it's time for me to leave Las Vegas and start the next unknown journey. Dean, if the Law of Convergence tells us to meet again, I hope you will keep your heart and remember—— "

Tym turned, squinting his one eye, and in a low voice,
"Fight monsters, beware of becoming a 'monster' yourself."

Dean's heart trembled, and a thick fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Taim's back quickly faded with the fog, and he shouted loudly,
"Wait, Tym, how can I take the initiative to contact you in the future?"

Only a misty gust of wind answered him.

(End of this chapter)