Extreme Demon

The experimental area is divided into three large areas, among which Ban Sai is responsible for managing the advent area. Recently, due to the need to migrate, he is also preparing for various micro-migrations of his precious prophecy ball.

Upon hearing Lu Sheng's summons, Ban Sai quickly rushed directly to the experimental area and waited quietly at the entrance to the landing area.

Next to him was the person in charge of the arrival area, a short, bald, white-skinned old man.

Seeing Lu Sheng approaching from a distance, the two quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"How are you preparing? Before I leave, I have one more trip to the world where time flows at the fastest speed. Can I make it in time?" Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

When Ban Sai heard this, he nodded slightly.

"No problem. As long as you make a few corrections, it can be solved smoothly. However, it is a pity that the large-scale spiritual formation that was just built has to be abandoned so soon." He said with a wry smile.

"It doesn't matter. It's not completely abandoned. Maybe the planet will still be there when we come back and we can continue to use it." Lu Sheng said calmly.

Ban Sai shook his head, knowing that Lu Sheng was trying to comfort him.

The little old man on the side was sent by the Qingcha Sect to assist in the migration, and his name was Ares. The name sounds the same as the Earth War God in Lu Sheng's memory.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. The sect leader has promised that if Luwaizuo can enter an area together, then the sect will have full authority to resolve these losses." Ares said quickly.

"Then thank you so much, sect master." Lu Sheng crossed his fists. Although he had some minor dissatisfaction with Qingcha Sect, sect master Yuan Qingxi, as a strong Ming Luo man and the pinnacle of the Void Ming, has always paid so much attention to him. Lu Sheng Nor will I cling to past festivals.

After all, he has always been a generous person.

"Then, let's start descending now, Ban Sai, summon the formation masters to start adjusting."

Lu Sheng ordered.

"yes!"

Lu Sheng strode into the passage. There were three room entrances in the white jade-like passage, each entrance corresponding to a relatively wide experimental area.

According to the security level of the area, it is divided into three levels, corresponding to different energy level worlds, so that there is no need to waste a lot of high-energy crystals when arriving in low-level worlds.

"It's a pity that it was just built." Ban Sai led Lu Sheng into the first door. Looking at the large descending formation more than ten meters wide inside, a look of regret appeared on his face.

In the black room, the oval formation outlined countless dark red tracks on the ground, and traces of yellow electric light flashed through the gaps in the tracks from time to time.

Four yellow thunder crystals are formed into a square shape and inserted into the four corners of the formation. On the four walls behind the crystal, there are also complex runes in the shape of a vortex that represent space and time.

"Start it now. In addition, I need to correct the formation. You must wait until it is almost time to migrate here and send me a beacon after I pass." Lu Sheng reminded.

"That's no problem." Ban Sai and several people in charge nodded.

"Then, let's get started." Lu Sheng nodded, strode into the center of the formation, and sat down cross-legged.

Ban Sai and the other formation mages began to quickly adjust the crystals to output energy.

Soon, strands of blue electric light kept jumping, flickering all around. Soon the electric light quickly turned into yellow, then aggregated and turned into a liquid, flowing slowly along the lines of the formation.

The position where Lu Sheng sat cross-legged was the center where countless yellow plasma flows converged.

A large amount of plasma flowed into his seat.

boom! !

There was a sudden loud noise, and a sharp arrow formed from plasma shot up into the sky, creating a gray eye-shaped crack on the top of Lu Sheng's head.

"Go!" Lu Sheng's whole body lit up, and instantly turned into yellow light and shot into the crack before disappearing.

"Eh??" Suddenly Ban Sai opened his eyes wide. On the energy waveform monitoring crystal in front of me, a weird weak energy line was mixed in during the operation of the formation.

This energy line is so subtle that you can't even detect it without looking carefully. No one noticed it until the formation started.

"Where did this thing come from?"

"No, it's affecting the passage for adults to descend! Get rid of it quickly!"

“We are working on it!!”

"Damn! It's gone!"

"Where are you going??!"

"I don't know! The direction of the passage has completely changed! We have lost your coordinates, sir!"

"Damn it! Emergency tracking immediately!!" Ban Sai hammered the palm of his hand hard, his face turning pale.

If Lu Sheng were lost in time and space, neither he nor everyone present would survive.

The Green Branch Sect will deal with everyone who caused this accident on behalf of Lu Sheng!

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1875, London.

Jack frowned and looked at the painting in his hand.

The sky is gray, and a lot of black smoke is floating everywhere among the tall urban buildings.

Some smoke forms simple outlines resembling human faces, and some smoke resembles human shapes, looming on the street.

The buildings in the city are all dark, and there is no light in any of the windows.

Only one window was lit with candles.

A pale, slender hand, holding a candle, slowly stretched out the window, becoming the only orange light in the entire city.

"This painting is called Hope. It's pretty good, isn't it?" In the old study room, the old professor with a broken leg looked at him with a squinted smile.

"How should I put it? It's very artistic, but I always feel that the painting is a bit depressing." Jack has been a policeman for many years and has encountered many difficult cases, but this is the first time for this type of case.

A young couple lived in a marginal area on the outskirts of London. The beautiful wife, slender and frail, killed her husband and five-month-old baby in extremely cruel ways one night. They cut their bodies into pieces and boiled them into many pieces of cooked meat, and ate them alone in their room for more than a month.

Once such a case is exposed, it is likely to cause an uproar. But what is surprising and puzzling is that as soon as the case was taken over by the police station, a hush order was received from above.

No exposure is allowed, no interviews are allowed, the case is archived, and at this point, no private investigation is allowed.

The order from above made Jack extremely dissatisfied and angry. He lived just downstairs from that couple, and he often met the couple when going up and downstairs, and he was quite familiar with them.

The man is the manager of a trading company, and the woman is a painting teacher. Both of them have very good temperaments, and their relationship seems to be very stable and friendly. The wife has a gentle personality and a gentle temper, and it is completely unlikely that she can do such a thing. People waiting for the case.

Jack had a good impression of the two couples, but the orders from above also made him extremely embarrassed.

After hesitating for a few days, he decided to ignore the police station and launch his own investigation. Although he had been in the police industry for many years, he was not old yet, and his blood was still boiling in his veins.

He can pat his chest and say loudly and frankly that he has not been corrupted by corruption and darkness, and he still has a conscience!

Even though Jack is in his early thirties.

"Hope. I just want to know what the specific meaning of this painting is." Jack asked patiently. "This painting was drawn by a female painting teacher. She looks young, beautiful, gentle, well-educated, and has a husband who loves her and the fruit of their love."

"Are you kidding?" The old professor couldn't help laughing. “The artistic conception of this kind of painting, if the heart is not extremely dark, and the character is even distorted, no one would be able to paint this kind of loneliness hidden in the madness.

If you tell me it was painted by a mentally ill person, I'll believe it. "

"Andrew, are you serious?" Jack frowned upon hearing this.

"Of course." Old Professor Andrew is not only a painter, but also a historian. "In history, there was a serial murderer who was delirious. Before he died, he left some similar dark graffiti. Although his painting skills were not high, the artistic conception he expressed made people feel upset when he saw it. Confused."

"Come here, let me look for you." The old professor put on his glasses, turned his wheelchair and began to look for information on the bookshelf for him.

Soon, a brown-covered picture album was pulled out and placed flat on the desk between the two of them.

Professor Andrew opened the album, flipping through the pages, and soon found a strange oil painting.

The painting depicts a pig, but the face of the pig is that of a woman. There is a snake hidden in her belly. Deep in the soil beneath her feet is volcanic magma that is about to erupt.

The magma was like blood, dazzlingly red.

"The author of this painting is the serial murderer I told you before." The old professor shook his head slightly.

"She was mentally ill from birth, and then she lived like crazy for more than 20 years. She suddenly started killing people, and her methods were rigorous and her movements were so agile that it was simply shocking. If she hadn't committed suicide suddenly, no one would have noticed that she was one of those people. The murderer."

Jack looked at the painting carefully, and it also gave him a strange, painful and depressing feeling.

"Hey" suddenly he said softly, stretched out his hand to hold down the drawing paper, and got closer to take a closer look.

"There seems to be something here?" His index finger gently tapped the right leg of the pig in the picture.

There was an extremely subtle mark there, like a coil of snake surrounding an eye.

"What?" The old professor looked over in confusion, "This symbol is said to be the tattoo on the murderer's arm, representing an ancient evil god."

"Tattoo?" Jack shook his head slightly and quickly picked up the previous painting.

"Look here." He pointed to the pale arm holding the candle. On the arm of that arm, the edge of a tattoo was slightly exposed. It looked exactly like the tattoo on another painting!

The old professor was also stunned.

"Is this really...?" He couldn't help but hold on to his glasses, and deep surprise gradually appeared on his face.

Jack was silent.

Because he suddenly remembered that he had seen similar symbols at the murder scene. At that time, he thought it was just some kind of crazy vent and performance art.

But now it seems that it is not a coincidence.

"By the way, Jack, where did you get this painting?" the old professor couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"You'd better not know." Jack's face became solemn, and he couldn't help but touch the holster on his waist.

He decided to go to the murder scene again later and take a closer look.

Anyway, the place where he lives and the scene are also in the same building.