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"Although it still tastes like the same person, the age difference is almost five years or more!"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, my profession is a voodoo priest, and my area of ​​expertise is life force. That's why I was able to surpass two diviners and keenly detect the slight differences between the two residual auras."

"In less than a night, your age has changed so much. What happened during that time?"

Oh……

You ate the hearts of six police officers!

The lizard spirit suddenly raised its upper body, as if to show the excitement of its master behind it.

"And seeing you now confirms my guess. You look at least several years younger than in the photos of you when you were arrested!"

A vibrant heart represents a year of youth...right?

As the old sorcerer finished his narration, the tunnel returned to a deathly silence, with only the tall, thin man's intermittent heavy breathing echoing softly in the air.

"Hehehe, this is truly beyond my imagination. A black voodoo sorcerer known for his barbarity and wickedness actually possesses such a rational and sharp mind."

The tall, thin man was silent for a moment, then clapped his hands in admiration.

"You admit it!" came old Bob's delighted voice.

He spoke swiftly and quickly: "As long as you hand over the secret technique, I will mislead the pursuit team's judgment and leave an opening for you to escape. Head south, and Mexico is just over 200 kilometers away. At your speed, by the time they realize something is wrong, it will be too late to continue the pursuit."

After speaking, Old Bob stared intently at the tall, thin man through the lizard spirit he had summoned, eagerly awaiting the man's reply.

The man lowered his head and remained silent, his eyes flickering as if he were weighing something.

After a moment, the old sorcerer, unable to contain his anxiety, urged him on:

"Don't take any chances. They haven't found this place yet because I've been stalling for time."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning chilling as he said, "Or do you believe your strength is sufficient to easily escape the combined attack of several official superhuman advisors and a large number of professionally armed personnel?"

Old Bob's words carried an undisguised threat.

Seeing that the other party still didn't react, just as he was about to make his point clearer, the tall, thin man suddenly spoke:

"Is youth... that important to you? Important enough to risk breaking with the Federation government?"

Old Bob was taken aback by what he heard, then said angrily:

"Isn't youth important to everyone? Didn't you kill those teenagers in order to become young again?"

As for danger, humph!

When I felt my once strong muscles shrinking under the corrosive influence of negative energy; when my passionate blood gradually cooled under the poison of witchcraft potions; when the food I once loved and the beautiful girls no longer held any appeal…

He gritted his teeth and hissed in a low voice:

"There is no danger that can frighten me more than old age!"

The old sorcerer's sudden outburst of ferocity moved the man for a moment.

“Since that’s the case…” A strange smile appeared on the man’s face, “Then so be it. I hope you can keep your promise and let me leave.”

The method of the ceremony is as follows…

……

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you leave..."

A kilometer or two away, on the ground, an old black man, leading a team of agents, was slowly making his way forward. While manipulating a distant summoned creature to listen to the steps of the ritual, he silently thought to himself:

"But I didn't say whether I'd leave alive or dead!"

Indeed, old Bob never intended to keep his promise from the beginning. He had secretly communicated with his brother and partner that once they obtained the secret to rejuvenation, they would immediately lead their men to launch a fierce attack and bury this secret forever in the abandoned mine in front of them.

"Such a precious secret technique, it's enough for me to know it alone," Old Bob thought to himself with a sinister glint in his eyes.

He knew how difficult it was to reverse aging. Any secret technique, potion, or ritual that could achieve this was extremely difficult and costly. It was unheard of to find something as simple as this kind of witchcraft ritual!

“The top figures in the federal government must really need Bob the Special Advisor, or Congressman Bob to hold this kind of ceremony for them.”

As he contemplated these delightful thoughts, the old sorcerer felt his steps become lighter.

However, regardless of whether his plan to kill and silence witnesses succeeds, this secret method is destined not to be a secret unique to his family.

This was all because, in the tunnel, the tall, thin man and old Bob were enacting a less-than-honorable "preaching and enlightenment" session.

The other pair of ears, hidden beneath the sand and gravel in the tunnel, heard everything perfectly!

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Chapter 93 The Secret Technique of Eating Hearts, Rejuvenation

There are such magical rituals and secret techniques!

The lurking general, Huang Dahu, faithfully relayed everything he heard to his master.

Zhu Mingyao sat upright on the meditation mat next to the bus, his eyelids trembling slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

All it takes is a ruthless act to kill an innocent person, merging their soul with the heart and devouring it, to permanently strip them of a portion of their life force.

No need for diligent practice, no need to lament and linger at the bottleneck, just let go of your pitiful, pointless moral concepts, and you can easily get rid of the aging body and regain your youth without any hidden dangers. It's as beautiful as a dream, it's simply too attractive...

Wrong! That's utter nonsense!

Zhu Mingyao gently bit the tip of his tongue; the slight sting brought him back to his senses.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages!

He analyzed the information he heard with a clear mind.

If the magical rituals were really as perfect as the target claimed, then why would he run away?

With just this skill, if he showed it off even slightly, he could immediately become a guest of honor among those high-ranking officials, and the bloody crimes on his body would instantly vanish.

The boy knew all too well the character of those powerful and wealthy people!

Whether in their past lives or this one, these people have always been the same!

If they are certain that they can truly restore youth, what immoral things wouldn't they do?

They don't care if a few innocent people die, or even if there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Since Quinn chose to kill and then flee for his life, it means that there must be a huge hidden danger in the secret technique!

Ironically, old Bob was blinded by greed and didn't even think of this simple truth.

However, perhaps subconsciously, he was instinctively unwilling to doubt the other party's statement. After all, for someone who is about to drown, they are willing to believe anything on the surface of the water that seems like a lifeline.

The despair of life slowly slipping away from an aging body is something a young person like myself cannot imagine.

There is great terror in the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death!

After sighing for a moment, Zhu Mingyao was about to continue listening intently.

Just then, under the twilight sky, a blue and red light flashed in the distance and quickly approached. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a police car that was neither new nor old, with its flashing lights on top, driving over from the road the group had come from.

Charles frowned slightly and gave a low order. The two agents guarding the four corners of the tent immediately adjusted their posture, raised their guns slightly, and aimed them at the police car from their respective angles. At the same time, he raised his arm and signaled to the driver to stop.

The people in the police car seemed to have seen his gesture, and slowly stopped at the roadside when they were still thirty or forty meters away from the crowd.

One hand pushed open the car door, and then an overweight white police officer, carrying a paper bag, struggled to climb out of the driver's seat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the two dark gun barrels opposite him, and the fat on his face twitched involuntarily.

"Hey guys, can you stop pointing your guns at me? You might accidentally fire."

As he spoke, the policeman shook his head and slowly walked towards the tent.

“Please stand there and don’t move. You are… from earlier… um?” Charles recognized the man’s appearance; he was one of the leaders of the local police search team, but he couldn’t recall his name for a moment.

“Mark, my name is Mark. We just met at noon! Are all FBI agents in big cities this forgetful?” the white officer said, looking annoyed and speaking with displeasure.

As a seasoned veteran of external liaison work, Charles had a thick skin. He chuckled smoothly and changed the subject:

“Oh, Officer Mark, what can I do for you?” he said with a smile but firmness. “Also, please put your service weapon in the car and then stand still.”

The fat police officer's oily face showed a hint of annoyance, and he took two steps forward. "I've worked with the FBI before, but I've never seen anyone like you. I'm a police officer, not a criminal!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just routine during special operations." Charles's words were polite, but his attitude was uncompromising.

Seeing that as he approached, the armed agents guarding the other two directions also intentionally or unintentionally turned their guns toward him, the so-called Officer Mark finally gritted his teeth, reluctantly stopped in his tracks, and dared not move again.

"I have some bad news." Officer Mark pressed his tire-like belly fat as he removed his sidearm and bent down with difficulty to place it on the ground.

Perhaps due to his size, even a few simple movements took a toll on him. The sweat he had just wiped away was already seeping back up from his forehead. He let out a heavy breath and said solemnly:

"Guys, someone spotted the target in another direction. We might be chasing the wrong place!"

"what?"

"how come?"

"impossible!"

Several questions arose from Charles and the two fortune tellers.

While taking a break in the divination room to regain her energy, Michelle suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Ms. Lisa, and said anxiously:

"But I clearly saw him, I'm sure he's right in front of me, there's no mistake!"

Before Ms. Lisa could speak, she heard Officer Mark shouting from the other side.

"Young lady, I don't know what you mean by 'saw'? But someone did see the target due south, and we even found his tattered clothes!"

He held the paper bag high in his hand.

"Here you go... never mind, you can take it and see for yourselves." The fat police officer had just taken a step forward when he saw several armed agents' hands on the trigger, so he had to stop on the spot, shake the paper bag, and said irritably.

Charles spread his arms, gave him an apologetic smile, turned and called out the name of an agent, instructing him to take the bag, while seemingly casually asking:

"Why didn't you say so in the communications earlier? That way we could have notified the personnel at the front to change the search direction."

"Looks like you big city gentlemen really are forgetful!" Officer Mark's tone was laced with sarcasm.

"When we met at noon, the search team told you that there used to be a magnetite mine nearby. Although it has been abandoned for a long time, it still has some impact on communication. We are just a bunch of country bumpkins, we don't have such expensive high-power equipment."

Zhu Mingyao, who was sitting next to the bus, was not paying much attention to this little incident. At this moment, he was listening intently to the information from afar.

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