The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 473 A coincidental reunion?
"The breath continued here and then stopped."

As the saying goes, where there is loss there is gain. Although several people had to work hard all year round to handle various commissions due to financial situations, either due to their family tribe or due to their practice of magic, they also developed excellent execution ability. After a full investigation, it didn't take long for them to track down a dry well in the backyard.

Pushing aside the dense knee-high clover and wild oats, a deep cave entrance appeared before people's eyes.

This old-fashioned well, which was dug for watering garden flowers and plants, originally had a very small diameter, and could only fit a rubber ball. But at this moment, the bricks and stones cracked, and the black soil and grass rolled up. It was forcibly expanded several times by an unknown force, just enough for an adult to drill in.

This is indeed the case. Even with the eyesight of two ordinary people, Mike and Bill, they can clearly see the handprints and footprints on the wet soil at the entrance of the cave.

A weak sound wave shot out from Simon's hand, extending and vibrating along the cave, but after waiting for a long time, there was no echo, as if it was the door to the bottomless abyss.

"In addition to Richie, there is also a strange remnant of life." Beverly held a dead branch with disgust and picked up a piece of bright white thing from the ground.

The flakes, like dried paint, were extremely fragile. After a slight vibration, they turned into dust and dissipated. A faint fishy smell immediately floated in the air.

"This seems to be mucus secreted by some kind of creature to help the body reduce friction... From the scene, they are most likely not wearing any clothes."

Listening to her description, a scene involuntarily popped up in the minds of several people:
In a half-abandoned old house under the moonlight, a mysterious inhuman creature was in front, its slimy tentacles dancing wildly, pulling the controlled naked man and diving into the bottomless cave without hesitation.

Stroking the goose bumps on his body, Bill shook his head vigorously, throwing away such strange imaginations, and stamped his feet in panic.

"What should we do now? Should we call the police?"

"The police can't handle this kind of thing." The druid girl half-knelt on the ground, her toned body lines clearly revealed. She grabbed the soil under the handprint and used natural magic to analyze the information contained in it.

"They entered last night, and at least at that time, Ricky was still alive!"

Beverly looked at her companions in embarrassment, then waved her hand as if she had made up her mind.

"It's still not too late to catch up now. I'll go investigate first. You guys can contact..."

"What are you talking about? My dear girl, there is no reason for us to let our teammates take risks alone." Holger showed his white teeth, twisted the muscles in his neck, and gestured with his hands to his strong waist.

"Who among you has the right means? Come and help me expand the tunnel. The food is really good recently..."

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A gentle breeze blew by, and the white clouds in the sky moved and dispersed, and the sunlight shining through the gaps changed its position accordingly.

This country road near the seaside has few vehicles passing by, so no one noticed that the light above their heads dimmed for a moment.

A layer of transparent light barrier enveloped Zhu Mingyao, blocking out the sound and light, while also allowing him to float and fly quickly at a low altitude of thirty or forty meters.

His palms were stretched out, his attention focused on an instrument he was holding.

The black wooden compass is smooth and glossy, and has developed a thick patina under years of Mosuo craftsmanship. The eight-sided hexagrams inlaid with gold and the runes of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches shine brightly and gleam with an ancient aura. It is truly a rare magical instrument.

However, the needle that should be placed in the center to sense the magnetic field of the Qi meridian disappeared, and was replaced by a golden reed, making the overall shape look a bit out of place. However, Zhu Mingyao obviously did not take this detail to heart, but looked far away with his eyes looking at the gentle hills in the distance.

There, a group of low town buildings were vaguely visible.

As if being fiddled with by an invisible giant hand, the reed floated lightly down from the compass and glued together with several other reeds of different lengths to form a broken panpipe.

This was the harvest that Zhu Mingyao had gained from his travels throughout the federal states during this period. As the collection was gradually completed, the Pan Panflute's sensitivity to the remaining parts became clearer and clearer.

Although there were some minor disturbances and disputes, overall the whole process was incredibly smooth, as if it was God's will.

But his appearance at the moment did not show much joy. Instead, a hint of inexplicable solemnity occasionally flashed in his dark eyes.

"There's only one left, and you're really keeping your composure..." He muttered in a nonsensical voice, in a voice that only he could hear.

A distance of several thousand meters flashed by. Zhu Mingyao controlled the wind and swayed left and right in circles above the town, as if he was determining his direction.

[Clear eyes] and [Sharp ears] are activated together, and countless noisy streams of information come towards you, as if thousands of birds are chirping in your heart.

Suddenly his expression changed, and he picked out a few familiar words from the chaotic conversation of the residents.

"…The terrifying underground caves and the mysteriously missing victims, this familiar feeling made me shiver."

Mike walked back and forth in the living room with his arms tightly folded. The healthy dark red skin on his face was now as pale as a corpse.

Following the instructions of the four-member team, the two of them returned home as soon as possible and notified the highest-level official agency they could through the special contact number given by Beverly.

It is not surprising that in today's world where all kinds of extraordinary events happen so frequently, the priority of remote towns is extremely low, and no one will deal with them for the time being.

"Don't scare yourself." Bill said with a forced smile.

“That devil clown has never dared to show up again since it was driven away by Beverly’s druid teacher.

And didn’t she say today that this monster that was destined to go to hell had already died at the hands of the exorcists and couldn’t possibly harm anyone again?”

Having said that, his face was equally gloomy, not much better than his companions. Even the warmth from the blazing fireplace could hardly dispel the chill in his heart.

He has friends who are extraordinary people and knows some relevant knowledge. When he was thinking about the script in class at school or conceiving the content of the novel at midnight, he also fantasized about personally facing those creatures hidden in the shadows of human society.

However, when the fantasy came true and unspeakable experiences really befell his friends, Bill deeply realized the panic and helplessness of being an ordinary human being.

"I hope Ricky comes back safely."

Bill prayed silently, unclenching and clenching his fists. Just as his mood was in turmoil, there were sudden knocks on the door.

A strange voice came from outside with curiosity:
"Excuse me, but were you talking about a girl named Beverly?"

(End of this chapter)