Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 116 The Wriggling Hunger

Under the combined effects of werewolf toxin and bio-bottle toxin, Qilingus, who originally had a little resistance, lost all focus in the face of the pain of being plagued by the disease. In the struggle against the "possession of the vengeful spirit," he gradually lost his life.

In Zilingus, after the corpse of the Sequence Six "Windbringer" lay dormant for a few seconds, Sharon, dressed in a black court dress, materialized from nothingness. Her azure eyes looked at Philip, who was eagerly removing his black gloves, and she spoke indifferently:

"Your fighting style is dangerous."

Philip, who was carefully examining "Wriggling Hunger" when he heard this, thought about his self-destructive act just now, and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his hand: "This is the most useful method I can think of."

".indeed."

Philip ignored his white shirt, which was practically ruined by conventional standards, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that "Silver White" was undamaged.

This time we really made a killing.

I'll go back and see just how powerful this glove really is. Even in that battle just now, Zilingus used this glove to utilize the extraordinary abilities of three other pathways besides his own "Sailor" pathway.

This extraordinary item could surpass all the gains he had made during this period, so much so that it couldn't be recovered even if it were buried in the ground.

As he was reflecting on this, Philip saw Sharon gently beckon and pick up a blue and white feather that had somehow appeared on Zilingus's body. Suddenly, he asked thoughtfully:

"Do you have a way to sell this 'Wind-Centered One'? I know a 'Navigator' who has mastered the art of role-playing through some channels. If you don't urgently need this money, I can act as a middleman to help you sell it."

"Oh, right, and the recipe for 'Wind's Chosen One'."

Sharon's pale face remained indifferent. She carefully put away the feather that seemed to float in the breeze, and then said in a faint and ethereal voice, "No problem, but the bottom line I can accept for both is 6500 pounds."

If there's any extra, that's my money. Philip suddenly felt fortunate that Mr. "The Hanged Man" was experienced and mature, which meant that the other party might actually be able to grit his teeth and pull out a few thousand pounds.

He stepped forward, opened Zilingus's mouth, closed the biological toxin bottle again, wiped his saliva with his shirt, and then stuffed it back into his pants pocket without any disgust.

Sharon wasn't idle either; she used psychic abilities to obtain the potion recipe for "Windbringer." Just as they were finishing up, Philip suddenly said:

"Um, if possible, could you divine the motive behind Zilingus's assassination of Duke Negan? I have information suggesting that he accepted a commission, the reward of which seems to be reaching a level equivalent to a high sequence."

After a moment of silence, Sharon spoke indifferently and briefly: "There are risks, just like how members of the psychic indulgence faction, whenever they divine the potion recipe for the 'Prisoner' pathway, will be affected by the 'Mother Tree of Desire'."

That's it

Philip's heart sank. When he joined the operation against Steve, he was worried about unexpected events, so he did not ask for a psychic consultation because of his own desires. He never expected there to be such a trap.

But if that's the case, there's no way to get the recipe for Sequence Four, which is a high sequence. Philip thought with a headache, but he no longer had the mind to ask questions. He started to tidy up the scene to avoid being targeted by the official extraordinary beings.

Under the moonlight, fearing further accidents, the two didn't say anything more. One of them cut off Qilingus's head and destroyed the body, preparing to return to the Brave Ones Bar to start collecting the many bounties.

Philip refused all other odds and ends, only taking the more than 500 pounds of loose change from her body. Afterwards, wearing the "Wriggling Hunger" and feeling the light, cool, wriggling sensation, he returned to Braun Street alone, tired but excited.

The "werewolf" had limited speed, especially since he hadn't eaten to replenish his energy due to excessive bleeding. So when he cautiously returned to 17 Brown Street, the long, quiet night was almost over, and a hazy, pale light had already enveloped the Jowood district, which was free of fog due to the relatively clean air.

After a journey of three or four hours, Philip returned to his bedroom, locked the door, took off his white shirt, and burned it completely with a crimson flame until it turned into ashes and fell to the floor.

"Ah~"

Despite his filthy body, he lay comfortably on the floor shirtless, feeling no psychological burden as he felt the coolness on his back. Philip suddenly felt that his life was on the right track.

Although this is an illusion.

Even with "wriggling hunger," Philip is still essentially only a Sequence 7. If he wants to understand the Shadow World and the truth about his own transmigration, Sequence 4 is the minimum requirement, not to mention the covetousness of the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the "Bound God."

After a two-minute rest, Philip sat up and used divination to confirm the current state of the "Crawling Hunger," confirming that it was grazing the souls of five extraordinary beings.

"Nightmare" that pulls people into dreams; "psychologist" who intimidates, psychologically suggests, and causes frenzy; "interrogator" who concentrates the spirit and pierces the target's spirit; and "faceless man" who changes appearance and physique.

And finally, the "Priest of Light".

After learning of the other party's terrifying abilities, Philip still felt a chill when he recalled the situation. If the other party hadn't been in a special situation and didn't want to attract the attention of official extraordinary beings or other forces, allowing him to use the "Priest of Light" ability with confidence, he wouldn't even have been able to leave his corpse in the world.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

However, all of that is in the past.

Looking at the bigger picture, the intensity of "wriggling hunger" is astonishingly high, and I should indeed be happy about it, but I also need to avoid being coveted by those with ulterior motives. Philip gently stroked the black glove, thinking of the side effects it caused, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He was fed on the flesh and souls of the living every day, but his moral bottom line absolutely forbade him to prey on innocent homeless people like Zilingus did, let alone specifically target notorious people who deserved to die.

Those kinds of people often live quite well.

At least they won't be like homeless people, whose backers, such as gangs and small groups, will quickly attract the attention of certain individuals. The frequency of one person per day can be directly associated with "creeping hunger."

We still need to hurry up and advance to "zombie", and then change the extraordinary souls being grazed in the glove. Once the optimization is complete, even if Zilingus from last night reappears in front of me, Philip can beat him to a pulp!

I'll take a nap this morning. This afternoon I need to figure out a way to find two reliable people and get detailed information about some shady gang members from them. Well, safety first, so I'll try to find something unimportant.

(End of this chapter)