Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 82 Biotoxin Bottle

In a hotel room in Hillston District.

Emlyn looked at the nine lifelike, beautiful dolls of varying styles and sizes in the room, and quickly ran into the bathroom. After listening to the faucet running for nearly half a minute, he ran out excitedly.

"I'm glad you all look okay."

Emlyn's excitement and joy were beyond words. He gently and carefully stroked all the dolls, and his originally anxious heart seemed to be soothed by an invisible force.

Philip leaned against the locked door and waited patiently for a few minutes. Then he reminded her, "Don't forget what you should do. But if you pay me enough, I don't mind selling my reputation."

If the other party really did this, she could just take the money honestly and then find an opportunity to steal the doll back in the next two nights.

Uh. Never mind. That’s not good.

Philip shook his head secretly, feeling helpless about the thoughts that popped up in his mind. This vampire was indeed a good person, but he inexplicably ignored this point, and the idea of seeking benefits for himself easily prevailed.

Is this an indirect effect of the potion?

Tsk, I need to digest the potion quickly.

Upon hearing this, Emlyn immediately thought of paying some hush money and then moving to another place, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up immediately.

The other party had used some unknown means to obtain his detailed information, and even threatened him with his most important possessions. It was very likely that they had anticipated his escape and transfer, and might have found a way to track him down.

No, why should I be so scared? Thinking about it, Emlyn blinked and suddenly realized the key issue. Could it be that the other party was afraid of being exposed, so he threatened him?
I'm a noble vampire! After you saved me, you could have just made your demands directly, but you chose to threaten me this way!
Emlyn grew increasingly angry as he pondered this. He pulled out £100 in cash from his wallet and handed it to Philip. "Go back and tell that guy he chose the most foolish option. He missed out on the friendship of the vampire clan!"

"I won't take the risk of becoming a believer in a secret existence, but I will definitely not reveal their information either. So send the remaining dolls to me as soon as possible!"

Philip took the 100 pounds and used his spiritual sense to confirm its authenticity. He was silent for a few seconds before spreading his hands and saying, "Okay, Mr. White, your sincerity has touched me. I apologize for using such despicable means against you. I will do my best to persuade them."

Emlyn didn't seem to expect this answer. The resentment in his heart immediately dissipated. He coughed twice and pretended not to care.

"The world of Beyonders is indeed very dangerous. I understand their behavior. I'm just worried about my own puppet, so I can't help but get a little emotional."

You, a blood-clan otaku and puppet fanatic, actually said something like that. Okay, if it was really because of you that the operation last night was exposed, I won't admit it, and I still have to take responsibility for Maric and Sharon. Sigh.
If I had known this, I would have kidnapped him directly.

How great it would be if there was a kindhearted person who could simply lock up this vampire for ten days or half a month, but not abuse him, and release him unharmed after the storm has passed.
Philip closed his eyes and exhaled, barely suppressing the influence of the unnecessary "madman" characteristics on himself. After saying a few more words to perfunctorily answer Emlyn's questions, he left directly.

As for the risk of the Honorable Name being leaked, Philip did not think it was high, and even felt it was unlikely. Even if it did happen, he estimated that the first person to be curious would be a vampire otaku, wondering how the Honorable Name he had accidentally seen was passed on to the Rose School of Thought, which had believers in the "Original Moon".

This process is definitely more ridiculous than what happened in Tingen. It would be a stretch to call it a novel.

Speaking of which, Philip, who had just walked out of the hotel in Tingen, stroked his silver ring and looked towards the scorching sun that had dissipated the mist in Backlund. While feeling a sense of the passage of time, he suddenly became curious about the plight of the Nighthawks.

It should be the same as usual.

If something truly shocking happened in a small city that was not even as big as a district in Backlund, it would be unrealistic.

After all, he, the invisible bomb, had escaped. 6 p.m., 17 Braun Street.

"The next step is to light the candle that symbolizes you and use a proven spell to summon a suitable spirit creature as a messenger. The first sentence of the spell must point to the spirit world, such as..."

"The second and third sentences of the spell are more detailed supplements. Due to the limitations of the format, there's limited room for creativity. Ultimately, what will be summoned is something that can't be predicted or divined."

".After the contract is signed, change the third sentence of the description to one that is unique to XXX's courier. Then the three-part description will accurately summon the corresponding courier."

After reading it carefully and confirming its feasibility, Philip put down the manuscript full of beautiful handwriting in his hand and slowly exhaled.

Judging from the knowledge of occultism that he possessed, the things written by Mr. A could be said to be excellent value for money, as the specific operational requirements and possible hidden dangers were all explained, without even stuffing anything out of place.

hiss~
Is this person really from a secret organization?

It's so normal, it doesn't seem like it. Philip touched his chin. Although he was a little eager to try to summon spiritual creatures as messengers immediately, his sober brain stopped him from thinking.

Judging from the fact that such detailed information can be obtained for 100 pounds, and that so many mid-sequence extraordinary people do not have contracted messengers, the waters of the spiritual world are probably much deeper than he imagined. If he had to say it, it is probably a life-threatening non-guaranteed card pool.

If some monster really appeared and caused his death, Philip would never be able to accept it. It would be a bit funny.

He hesitated for a moment, but immediately burned the manuscript and paid close attention to possible changes. He finally relaxed until it was completely reduced to ashes and settled down.

The events of the past few days are finally over.

Philip looked at the crimson moonlight outside the window. This scene that used to give him both headaches and hatred unexpectedly became soothing at this moment, and even the effect of the potion that aroused it was a little less.

"Ah!"

Unconsciously, he suddenly sneezed, then reached into his pocket with some realization and carefully took out something.

Biotoxin bottle.

This was one of Philip's gains last night. It was the extraordinary item that Maric had given him. More precisely, it was an extraordinary weapon. After divination, he had roughly figured out its function.

After opening, various toxins will be randomly produced and spread around. They will take effect in no more than one minute, and the symptoms will become more and more serious. After four minutes, if you have not escaped from the environment full of toxins, the corresponding consequences will be irresistible.

The negative effects were equally simple: it would gradually weaken the bearer and eventually lead to illness. If carried for any longer, they could even die from the illness, and even the spiritual shackles could not prevent it.

For other extraordinary people, items like biological toxin bottles, which do not distinguish between friend and foe and have very powerful effects and negative effects, must be used with caution, and they may even try to find substitutes or even better options.

But for those above Sequence 6 of the "Prisoner" Path, it is a very powerful thing.

Especially after reaching the "Ghost", it can even perfectly avoid the effects and negative effects of the biological toxin bottle, so that it only affects the opponent's powerful cancer style of play.

If that zombie Zanger had used the biotoxin bottle, the situation might not have developed so easily. Fortunately, he had killed him in advance. Philip returned to the room, hid the brown bottle in a safe place, and buried a piece of paper underneath to record the relevant information:
Sequence 7 "Werewolf" stage: After four hours of carrying, weakness gradually develops into illness and cold.

(End of this chapter)