Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 84 Qilingos
During the diary reading session, the Aurora Society's divine messenger Mr. A, the "Hurricane Vice Admiral" Qilingos who infiltrated Backlund, and Derrick's explanation of the extraordinary item "Creeping Hunger" were presented to the audience.
With the completion of these discussions, the Tarot Club came to an end under the Fool's orders.

Philip was still sitting on the bed, looking at the completely finished coffee in the cup. Perhaps he missed the bitter and long taste again, or was simply confused about what to do next, so he got up and made himself another cup.

It wasn't until the misty heat slowly rose in the room and disappeared into thin air that Philip sighed in his chair, thinking about how to find the trace of a Sequence 6 Beyonder, a notorious pirate general.

Just now at the Tarot Club, he had taken the initiative to reveal his location in Backlund, thus accepting the commission from The Hanged Man to find Qilingos, just like Miss Justice.

As for the reward, Philip did not make any other requests, just asking the other party to pay as much attention as possible to the movements of the Rose School, even though he knew that this would make it very likely that the experienced "Hanged Man" would confirm his identity as a temperance faction.

But judging from the current situation, this kind of thing that might be a little troublesome for a normal person is no longer a big deal to him now, and there is no need to worry at all.

Every morning, when I open the window and take in the view, and discover that no gods have descended from the "Mother Tree of Desire," and that the Indulgence Faction has not frantically sent out demigods to surround and kill me, then today, no matter how many disgusting trivialities there are, is still a precious day.
This is what people with miserable lives are like.

While sighing, Philip finished his coffee unconsciously. He shook the hand holding the cup, and finally gave up the idea of slacking off. After washing the cup and putting it away, he went directly to the study.

"Qilingos, a Sequence 6 Beyonder named 'Sailor,' possesses the mystical item 'Creeping Hunger,' which can devour and enslave different souls, granting them a corresponding ability."

"The negative impact is that it needs to be fed with the soul and flesh of a living person every other day, otherwise it will devour its owner."

Holy shit, such a supermodel?!

When he reached this point, Philip's hand suddenly stopped writing. He looked at the words he had compiled and used the worst-case scenario to speculate on the pirate general's current terrifying combat power:
If he possessed the power of multiple other extraordinary people of the same level in addition to his basic abilities, I'm afraid that even the four-man team led by Steve yesterday would not be able to do anything to him.

If a Sequence Five warrior possessed the "Creeping Hunger" and combined it with multiple powerful and complementary Beyonder Abilities of the same level, it would cause an unimaginable amount of trouble. Perhaps only a High-Sequence Warrior at the Demigod and Half-Human level could barely resist it.

It was too dangerous. No wonder Mr. Hanged Man only asked for a trace, and would pay a reward regardless of success or failure. Fortunately, the intelligence was in place. Philip pursed his lips, then continued writing.

"It can drive the target crazy."

"Can summon light to purify the undead."

"You can enter other people's dreams."

"To change into the appearance of different people."

These four were the four most difficult abilities he had learned from the Hanged Man. The first two almost killed Philip's own methods, and the last two made the difficulty of tracking the opponent reach its peak.

pat.

As the pen hit the paper, there was a dull echo. Philip withdrew his hands, clasped them together, and rested them on his chin, lowering his eyes to think carefully.

Because of the negative effects of "creeping hunger", Qilingos would never live in places like the West Side or Queens, and he would not even consider the North Side or St. George.

His main job is a "sailor" path. Besides the fact that the extraordinary items do not seem to provide the ability to help him escape, living near the Tussock River, it is not impossible for him to jump into the river and escape at a critical moment.
There were still too many uncertainties. Philip couldn't even figure out the pirate's purpose for coming to Backlund after winning the lottery, so he couldn't speculate further. Is he issuing commissions at the East District Tavern or at a Beyonder gathering? No, a Beyonder below the Mid-Sequence would likely die even if they were just tracking. It really did require strong physical strength.

Philip opened his eyes which had slowly closed due to his wandering thoughts, stood up, and without any hesitation sat down on the edge of the bed. He took out a small glass cup and a silver dagger, and cut a hole in his wrist.

The bright red blood dripped slowly, and the bottom of the transparent glass cup was also covered with blood emitting a strong smell, which made Philip swallow his saliva subconsciously.

But when the brain clearly realized that the blood came from itself, the bloodthirsty effect caused by the "werewolf" potion was quickly broken by the subconscious disgust in the heart, and it became less strong, and even mixed with a bit of disgust.

This idea came to Philip after he rescued the vampire Emlyn White at Southside Hospital, and it continues to this day.

It turns out that it is a little bit useful.

But the effect is still limited.

On the day of his promotion to "Werewolf", after Philip had eliminated two monsters in the shadow world, although his digestion progress had increased a lot, it was still far from being completed, at least halfway.

In this case, according to his optimistic estimate, it would take at least half a year to maintain this stupid method, so it was imperative to figure out the rules of the control system. After the promotion, even if Philip faced the previous Steve team alone, he would have a chance to escape.

After a few tens of seconds, the wound gradually healed.

Philip looked at the blood in the cup, sitting cross-legged on the ground quietly, letting the two opposing emotions fight in his heart, while his body remained still in this unbearable throbbing.

Time passed slowly, and Philip seemed to have completely merged into the room, without any change. Only the barely detectable breathing sound and the fingers trembling slightly due to the dim sky indicated his life.

If nothing unexpected happens, today will be a full moon, and he will suffer the curse of being a "werewolf".

This is also an opportunity to digest.

Evening, 17 Braun Street.

In a windowless basement.

The dim and weak flame illuminated the surroundings. Beside the lonely burning white candle, the floating light and shadow showed a slightly blurry scene of a struggling human figure.

boom!
The long wooden table was directly cracked by a hand covered with dark and tough hair. The sundries on it and the candle that provided light fell to the ground, and the table fell into silence.

In the completely dark room, there were only two spots of blood, scarlet, eye-catching, and evil.

Like a wild beast gritting its teeth, the hoarse and ferocious roar squeezed out of its throat kept echoing in the silent night, interspersed with the sound of wood fragments being cut neatly and crushed into chips.

(End of this chapter)