World War I

Chapter 119 A very coincidental smell of mud
"His friend betrayed him, and I gave the reward to the informant. White Bear didn't run away. He took the initiative to talk to me. He was hiding in a small mine. When I found him, he was shivering in the dark. He had a gun and almost killed me."

Luo Ye: "That sounds dangerous! Okay, you can reimburse the PR fee you received, and just consider it your contribution. White Hair Bear, what's your real name?"

"Yuesten."

"Mr. Yuesten, if I'm not mistaken, it was after that so-called psychic sold you the potion that you suddenly became magical. You can now find things hidden underground just by sniffing, right?"

"Yes."

"What potion is that?"

"A solution that emits a strange fragrance. After drinking it, I have the magical ability to find things through the ground."

"Can you describe the specific taste of the so-called potion?"

"sure--"

After Baimao Xiong described the smell of the liquid, Luo Ye could almost conclude that the liquid Baimao Xiong was talking about was the same type of liquid he smelled on the tip of his nose that night.

It turns out that the things made by Mammoth Spirit are called magic potions.

"Is it a red, cold, slightly sticky liquid?"

"Yes, that's the liquid. How did you know?"

"Don't ask me how I know. Just keep talking."

The white-haired bear paused and said, "That magic potion has side effects. After drinking it, you must take another antidote he provides every three months to relieve the symptoms of heart pain. If you don't take his antidote, the pain will be excruciating, just like angina pectoris. The longer you take it, the more severe the pain will be."

"You have to visit him every three months?"

"I wasn't the one looking for him, he was the one looking for me. I almost died after being hunted by you. I suspect the monster you saw was his summon. He will summon the dark things from underground."

"You've been deceived. Those monsters weren't his summons. Next question, how do you know him?"

"He was selling potions on the street at night, and that's how we met."

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's it. I swear, that's how I met him."

"I'll believe you for now. You don't know his address or workplace, but you should know his name."

"I don't know. He asked me to call him the Reverser. I'm not sure if that's the right name; it's a bit awkward, but that's how I understand it. He doesn't talk much and seems disconnected from society. When I first met him, he smelled of mud—quite coincidentally, the smell of mud."

"What do you mean by a very coincidental smell of mud?"

The white-haired bear felt a little embarrassed.

"I said, you won't add another crime to me, right?"

"Tell me what you want to see."

"I had a very scary experience. I used to be a psychic, and later I joined the tomb-robbing business. Two years ago, there had just been a heavy snowfall, and someone offered me a high price to dig up a woman's grave. It was the grave of a witch who was executed by the St. Petersburg Church hundreds of years ago. I knew nothing about the witch's name, why she was executed, or why her body was buried in Siberia, in the suburbs of the county where we are, but the other party offered a very high price, so I went. It was not far from the center of Kursk town, near an abandoned old church. The cemetery was very deep, made of marble, and the coffin was a black iron coffin. I dug through the thick snow and took great pains to dig up the soil, but the coffin was still intact. When I opened the coffin lid, the woman's clothes and shoes had all turned into lumps of powder, but her muscles had not rotted, and the whole body was intact. She had turned into a wretched black mummy. I was scared at the time--" When the white-haired bear said this, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It's just a mummy, why are you so panicked? You're a tomb robber, haven't you ever seen a dead person?"

"No, no, her eyes suddenly opened. It was terrifying. I jumped out of the grave and ran for my life. But then I thought, I've received money from others. I was in urgent need of money at that time. I couldn't survive without it. I had no choice but to go back. Her eyes never opened again. I put her in a sack and buried the grave. Then, at the agreed place and time, I handed the body to the recipient. The recipient had his face covered and was wearing a black robe with a large hood. I didn't know his identity. He told me not to tell anyone about this, and then he left. That's what happened. Whenever I think of what happened that night, I often have nightmares. The psychic who gave me the potion smelled very similar to the mud in the grave. It smelled exactly like it."

Several policemen looked at each other.

Luo Ye: "When you dug up the grave, was there anything else on her, such as valuables?"

The white-haired bear was stunned for a moment, then said, "Yes, there are two. One is a golden cross, which I sold, and the other is a Russian nesting doll made of platinum. I was short of money at the time, so I also sold it."

"You bastard, you made a fortune! How big is this nesting doll made of platinum?"

"It's not small. I sold it for quite a bit of money. It's how I got back on track."

Luo Ye said to Turgenev: "Colonel, do you believe in so-called witches?"

Colonel: "I believed it when I was little. As for now, whoever believes it is free to believe it. The police have no right to interfere."

Luo Ye's answer to him was both expected and unexpected.

If you see a woman wearing a black robe and looking sneaky on the street, she is most likely a witch who can cast spells. You'd better stay away from her.

Many books about spiritualism, herbal medicine, and tarot cards have appeared in Russia, most of which are written by wizards.

Today, at least 80 people in Russia have made their fortunes through witchcraft, hypnosis, psychics and other businesses.

So some people want to learn some "real skills" and spend money to find capable teachers to teach them.

If you make a name for yourself, earning $100,000 a month is not a dream.

The most famous god-level teacher is the 19th-century Russian demon monk Raspu, who is known as the most powerful demon monk in history.

Legend has it that he is a man from hell, possessing mysterious supernatural powers, able to predict the future, and knows witchcraft and witch medicine.

His eyes had magical powers that could make women obsessed with him. All the beautiful young ladies of the upper class in St. Petersburg were his captives, and the Russian queen was also his lover.

The nobles couldn't stand it anymore, so Prince Yusupov made him eat eight pieces of cake and wine laced with potassium cyanide, but he didn't react at all.

The prince shot him again, piercing his lung. He fell down but got up and ran away. The prince shot him six more times, hit his head with a barbell, wrapped it in cloth, and threw him into an ice cave.

But the autopsy results showed that the death was drowning, not shooting or bludgeoning, and that he survived in the icy water for at least eight minutes.

Therefore, this guy is definitely the ancestor of the Russian cultivation world. The prosperity of Russia's mysterious industry is directly related to this mysterious big shot.

"Thank you for your honesty. I'm not interested in your story. Let's get down to business. Since you don't know his address or contact information, how did he find you?"

(End of this chapter)