Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 119 The Deception Plan Fails

If Zilingus could use this glove to remain unharmed in Backlund after a failed assassination attempt on a duke, despite being surrounded, targeted, and wanted by various parties, then he could do the same.

If you can't do it, you might as well find a block of tofu and smash your head against it; you're just bringing shame to time travelers.

After paying the fee and watching Williams and the other men divide the loot, and then each ordering another drink and starting to drink heartily, Philip had no intention of staying any longer and quietly left.

Black Palm Street at night.

Inside a one-bedroom apartment.

After closing the door, Gray walked unsteadily to the bed, then collapsed onto it, his red face, covered in hideous scars, filled with contentment. In the quiet darkness, he drifted off to sleep.

However, a dark figure wearing a hooded robe was standing by the bed at some point. In the absence of any light source, relying solely on the faint crimson moonlight streaming through the window, probably no one would dare to claim that they could discern any information about the figure's appearance from the shadows.

Philip squinted, his left hand gripping tightly the black glove on his right hand, which was gradually wriggling and beginning to stir.

After a good ten seconds, the latter gradually fell silent, leaving only a few slow, almost instinctive undulations, as if expressing a protest.

Damn it, you can't even wait this long. If I wasn't worried about you getting sick from starving for too long, or going crazy and eating me, I would have sent you straight to the Shadow World to adapt to a life of restraint, aiming for one meal every ten or twenty days.

As Philip muttered to himself in frustration, he abandoned his plan to use the extraordinary soul within the glove before it began to eat, and then began to use his "Mind's Eye".

This monocle was truly a disappointment to him. If it weren't for the fact that it lacked the most important "soothing" ability, its function would be completely overshadowed by "wriggling hunger," making it the kind that should have been eliminated the most.

But now, things have reversed. The "psychologist's" soul can be freed in the Shadow World, allowing them to directly obtain the potion recipe and corresponding extraordinary properties, which can then be sold to Miss "Justice".

hiss~

So, if we calculate it that the potion recipes and corresponding extraordinary properties held by the five extraordinary souls within the glove "Crawling Hunger" are already approaching twenty to thirty thousand pounds?!

Sharon and Marich have really gotten me a great deal. Although it's possible they don't have this kind of detailed understanding of "shepherds," I've still benefited from such a big deal. I'll find a way to repay them later. Philip quickly gathered his thoughts and continued to use the "mind-reading" ability of the "Mind's Eye."

Facing this gang member who wasn't even an extraordinary individual and was already completely drunk, he easily got into the mood and went straight to the point, asking:

"How many bad things have you done?"

Philip, the Dark Lord of the East District, had already grasped this from the original owner's memories and from his interactions with the group recently. He knew that if all the gang members were killed, there would definitely be some who didn't deserve to die, and even some innocent people. But if they were all lined up and killed one by one, then...

There will definitely be some who slip through the net.

The gangster named Gray in front of him did not disappoint him. He immediately recounted his unspeakable past and, at Philip's request, also voluntarily disclosed all the accomplices he knew and related information.

This saved a lot of effort. I should have thought of this sooner. Once we find one, we can expand gradually like an industry chain, without needing to hire people specifically to find them.

But thinking that it was only a few soules of expenses, Philip felt much more at ease. He quickly devoured the other's flesh and soul with "Wriggling Hunger" and then tried to use the ability of "Faceless Man".

While one can become whatever one wants, it's unlikely that someone can imagine what a person looks like without any basis. After careful consideration, Philip still made the somewhat unethical choice of the deceased "werewolf" Tyr.

As long as it's a face, it's fine as long as it's not him.

In the almost completely dark room, Philip leaned close to the old, worn-out full-length mirror in the corner, examined his face closely, and, finding almost no problems with the details, thought to himself:

"The 'silver-white' ring won't be as necessary anymore. We can consider it later. Unless you're in a situation like I was back then, what normal man would buy this?"

Or... how about we try to fool Klein?

Hmm, the three-mirror substitution method is undeniably effective, and with the Joker's coordination and control, there's no need to worry about revealing his voice after becoming invisible. It can be very useful in crucial moments. Trying to fool him a few times won't hurt.

At worst, we can sell it at half price.

While lost in thought, Philip didn't linger. He immediately used a blood vial that had been filled with blood to clean his "Bloodlust Heart," and then used the Dark Wings ability provided by the other party to leave the neighborhood within minutes.

The following morning, 17 Braun Street.

"puff!"

Klein spat the water he used to rinse his mouth directly onto the sink. He wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his hand, then confirmed with a very interesting expression, "You mean, wearing this extraordinary item will completely transform me into a woman?"

"That's right."

Philip nodded, took out the "Silver White" ring, and then said, "Look in the mirror. Take a good look at your clumsy disguise, which is almost unchanged except for your full beard. You can't keep doing this, can you?"

"But..." Klein frowned, recalling Triss from Tingen City. Triss had simply taken a "witch" potion to change her gender and successfully fooled their Night Watch squad, eventually escaping on a steam train.

To be honest, he knew in his heart that having this extraordinary item would be very convenient in critical moments, since no one could guarantee that they wouldn't encounter a former Night Watcher.

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

"Never mind, I don't need it for now."

After a long while, dignity finally prevailed over reason. Klein shook his head in refusal and then began to wash his face with a towel.

Philip reluctantly put away the silver ring, stuffed it back into his pocket, and didn't press the matter further. He then returned to his room and sent "Crawling Hunger" back into the Shadow World.

Of course, that's not all. He plans to release the soul of the "psychiatrist" inside the glove, then ask the other party for the potion recipe, and incidentally acquire its extraordinary properties.

"At the next tarot reading, besides 'The Sun,' who's already in the process of 'pouring out coins,' Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and Ms. 'Justice' are probably going to suffer huge losses," Philip sighed, rubbing his chin.

Why am I suddenly feeling a little excited?

(End of this chapter)