Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 82 Biotoxin Bottles

Inside a hotel room in Hillston.

Emlyn looked at the nine lifelike and beautiful dolls of different styles and sizes in the room, and hurriedly ran into the bathroom. After nearly half a minute of running water from the faucet, he excitedly ran out again.

"It's good that you all look okay."

Emlyn's excitement and joy were palpable. He gently and carefully stroked all the dolls, and his previously anxious heart seemed to be soothed by an invisible force.

Philip leaned against the locked door, waited patiently for a few minutes, and then spoke up to remind her, "Don't forget what you're supposed to do, but if you pay me enough, I don't mind selling my reputation."

If the other party really did that, she could simply accept the money and then find an opportunity to steal the doll back on those two nights.

Um... never mind, that's not a good idea.

Philip shook his head inwardly, feeling somewhat helpless at the thoughts that popped into his mind. This vampire was indeed a good person, but he had inexplicably overlooked that fact, and the idea of ​​seeking benefits for himself easily took over.

Is this an indirect effect of the potion?

Tsk, I need to digest the potion quickly.

Upon hearing this, Emlyn immediately considered paying some hush money and then moving to another place, but after thinking about it carefully, he immediately gave up.

If the other party used some means to obtain his detailed information, and even threatened him with his most precious possessions, then they may have anticipated his escape and relocation, and might even have a way to track him down.

No, why should I be so afraid? As Emlyn thought about it, he blinked and suddenly realized the key issue: wasn't it because the other party was afraid of being exposed that they were threatening him?

I am a noble vampire! After you saved me, you could have just made your demands to me directly, but instead you chose to threaten me with this method!

Emlyn grew increasingly furious. He pulled out £100 in cash from his wallet and handed it directly to Philip: "Go back and tell that guy he chose the stupidest path. He missed out on the friendship of the vampires!"

"I won't take the risk of becoming a follower of this clandestine entity, but I will absolutely not reveal their information either, so send the rest of the dolls over as soon as possible!"

Philip accepted the 100 pounds, and after verifying its authenticity with his spiritual sense, he remained silent for a few seconds before spreading his hands and saying, "Well, Mr. White, your sincerity has moved me. I apologize for using such despicable means against you, and I will try my best to persuade them."

Emlyn seemed surprised by the answer, and his resentment vanished instantly. He coughed twice, pretending not to care.

"The world of extraordinary beings is indeed very dangerous. I understand their behavior. I was just a little emotional because I was worried about my own puppet."

You vampire otaku, doll fanatic, how could you say something like that? Fine, if it really was because of you that last night's operation was exposed, I won't admit it, and I'll have to take responsibility for Marich and Sharon. Sigh.

I should have just kidnapped them.

If only a kind person could simply lock this vampire up for ten days or half a month without abusing him, and release him unharmed after things calmed down, how wonderful that would be!

Philip closed his eyes and exhaled, barely managing to suppress the influence of his excessive "madman" traits. After saying a few perfunctory words to Emlyn, he left directly.

As for the risk of his name being leaked, Philip didn't think it was high, and even felt it was somewhat unlikely. Even if it did happen, he estimated that the first person to be curious would just be a vampire otaku, wondering how his name, which he had seen by chance, had reached the Rose School, which had followers of the "Primal Moon".

This whole thing is definitely more absurd than what happened in Tingen; it's the kind of thing that's hard to believe even in a novel.

As Philip walked out of the hotel, he stroked his silver ring, looked at the blazing sun that had dispelled the mist over Backlund, and while reflecting on the passage of time, he suddenly became curious about the situation of the Night Watchers.

It should be the same as usual.

It would be unrealistic to expect something extraordinary to happen in such a small city, smaller than even the entire Backlund region.

After all, this hidden bomb has escaped.

6 p.m., 17 Braun Street.

"Next, light the candle that symbolizes yourself, and use a verified incantation to summon a suitable spirit creature as a messenger. The first line of the incantation must point to the spirit world, for example..."

"The second and third lines of the incantation are more detailed supplements. Due to the limitations of the format, there is limited room for interpretation in this regard. Ultimately, what will be summoned cannot be known through prediction or divination."

"Once the contract is signed, the third sentence will be changed to a messenger unique to XX. Then the three-sentence description will be able to accurately summon the corresponding messenger."

After carefully reading through the manuscript and confirming its feasibility, Philip put down the manuscript filled with delicate handwriting and slowly exhaled.

Judging from his knowledge of occultism, what Mr. A wrote was excellent value for money. He explained all the specific operational requirements and potential risks, and didn't include anything inappropriate.

hiss~

Is this person really from a secret organization?

"That's normal. It doesn't seem like it." Philip stroked his chin. Although he was tempted to try summoning a spirit creature as a messenger, his clear mind stopped him.

Judging from the fact that such detailed information could be obtained for just 100 pounds, and that so many extraordinary beings of different sequences did not have contract messengers, the waters of the spirit world were probably far deeper than he had imagined. If he had to put it into words, it would probably be a life-threatening, no-guarantee card pool.

If he were to actually pull out some kind of monster that caused him to lose his life, Philip would find it unacceptable no matter what; it would be rather ridiculous.

He hesitated for a moment, then immediately burned the manuscript and focused intently on any possible changes until it was completely reduced to ashes and disappeared into silence, only then did he finally relax.

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

The events of the past few days are finally over.

Philip looked out the window at the crimson moonlight, a sight that used to give him both a headache and something he hated. But now, it was surprisingly soothing, and even the effects of the potion it evoked were somewhat less intense.

"Achoo!"

Before he knew it, he suddenly sneezed, and then, somewhat dazed, reached into his pocket and carefully pulled something out.

Biological toxin bottle.

This is one of Philip's gains from last night, an extraordinary item that Marich gave him, or more precisely, an extraordinary weapon. After divination, he has roughly figured out its effects:

Once opened, it randomly generates various toxins that spread around the area. It takes effect in less than a minute, after which the symptoms become more and more severe. If you have not escaped the toxin-filled environment by four minutes, the corresponding consequences will be irresistible.

The negative effects are equally simple: it will gradually weaken the holder and lead to illness. If carried for an extended period, it may even cause death from the illness, which cannot be prevented even by spiritual shackles.

For other extraordinary individuals, the use of bio-toxin bottles, which are indiscriminate in their effects and negative consequences, is definitely something to be carefully considered, and they may even try to find alternatives or better options.

However, for "Prisoner" pathways of Sequence 6 and above, it becomes an extremely powerful item.

Especially after reaching the "Wraith", it can even perfectly avoid the effects and negative impacts of the biological toxin bottle, so as to only affect the opponent's powerful and toxic tactics.

If that "living corpse" Zang had used the bio-toxin vial, the situation might not have turned out so easily. Luckily, he had been subdued and killed beforehand. Philip returned to his room, hid the small brown vial in a safe place, and buried a piece of paper underneath it, recording its relevant information:

In Sequence 7, the "Werewolf" phase, after carrying the weakness for four hours, the weakness gradually develops into illness and a cold.

(End of this chapter)