Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Faced with the Plague Doctor's relentless pursuit, the gambler who planned to rob Renekton with a knife felt his psychological defenses collapse.

Staring with bloodshot eyes, holding a fruit knife in his hand, he rushed forward with a roar:

"I'll fight you! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of you!"

The gambler roared crazily, and the fruit knife in his hand stabbed into the plague doctor's body covered in pitch black robe again and again.

Renekton stood in the shadows and frowned at this scene. The suddenly mad gambler stabbed the air in front of him one after another. He was still roaring hysterically:

"Kill you! I'm not afraid of you!"

He didn't notice at all that the plague doctor who terrified him had walked behind him.

call out!call out!

The sound of small objects breaking through the air sounded.

The plague doctor swung the crutch in his hand flexibly, blocking the short arrow that shot through the air without even moving his body.

The short arrow shot at Renekton was caught by an invisible giant hand, and then crushed into a ball of debris.

"The people sent by the underground casino to intercept and kill have finally arrived, but they look a bit weak."

Renekton whispered softly.

Throwing out a handful of herbal powder, "Nana" whispered a dragon language, and the herbal powder turned into a light green light and shot out.

There was a figure in the shadow in front of him, and he quickly fled into the distance. As if he had predicted it, the light green light magically fell on the figure, and he froze in place instantly.

The plague doctor gently tapped the crutch in his hand to ring the bell, and the crisp sound of the bell echoed in the gambler's ears.

The crazy gambler suddenly stopped stabbing out the fruit knife, turned his head stiffly, and saw the beak mask that was about to stick to his face.

"You are seriously ill. Please don't worry. I will cure you!"

The hoarse voice of the plague doctor came from behind the cold mask.

Renekton clearly saw the gambler's eyes widening, as if he had a myocardial infarction, and he fell straight onto the muddy street.

"It didn't use extraordinary abilities at all. It only relied on the interference of its own spirituality and the sound of the bell to achieve this! Is this its own talent? Or has the hidden sage instilled the corresponding knowledge into it?"

Even though Renekton is now at sequence five, the Plague Doctor's operation still makes his scalp numb. Renekton felt that its mastery and application of spirituality far surpassed his own.

Renekton didn't even give an order, and the Plague Doctor himself went to bring over the sneak attacker who was controlled by Renekton's spell from a distance.

The plague doctor dragged this strange Beyonder to the gambler who had fainted from fright, and laid them side by side on the muddy street.

Under the dim streetlight, a figure wearing a black robe and a bird's beak mask was holding a scalpel and gesturing at two people lying motionless on the ground.

"what are you up to?"

Renekton asked aloud.

"He is sick, and I need to perform surgery on him before he can get better."

The plague doctor did not stop his movements, he was still making calculations, and replied without raising his head.

The sneak attacker's body was in a paralyzed state, and he couldn't even blink. Only the panic in his eyes proved that he was aware of the outside world.

"You are seriously ill. Please don't worry. I will cure you!"

The plague doctor said the same words to the sneak attacker with fear in his eyes.

Renekton noticed that the spirit body of this strange Beyonder was filled with colors representing fear.

"What's wrong with them?"

Renekton couldn't help but frown and asked.

In the eyes of my own prying eyes, the biggest disharmony between these two people on the ground was the fear caused by the plague doctor.

The plague doctor pointed at the gambler and said:

"His hands and eyes were filled with greed and needed healing."

Then he pointed at the extraordinary person next to him and said:

"His hands were stained with blood, and his chest was filled with discordant desires that also needed treatment."

Renekton's brows jumped when he heard this, and he couldn't help but ask:

"How do you want to treat them?"

The Plague Doctor answered Renekton's question with action. He used a scalpel to remove the gambler's hands, reversed their positions, and reattached them.

"When he loses his grip on the greed within, his illness will begin to improve."

The plague doctor said something with unclear meaning.

Then he pointed the scalpel at the Extraordinary next to him. Since the Extraordinary was only paralyzed and did not faint, he saw and heard everything that just happened. Tears of regret fell from the corners of his eyes, but no one cared.

"His blood was dirty and he needed to be bled."

As the plague doctor spoke, he used a scalpel to cut a long wound on the arm of this extraordinary man, and blood flowed out like water.

Although I understand that the two people lying on the ground are not good people. There is a crazy gambler who is obsessed with money and wants to rob him, and the other is an extraordinary person sent by the casino to retrieve the money and intercept him by the way.

But seeing them being treated by the plague doctor, Renekton still felt a little pity for them. Although they would probably die if they did it themselves, at least they would die happily.

"Is this why I divined that the Plague Doctor's treatment has serious side effects? It's not because his healing ability has mutated, it's simply because he wants to do this!"

"Damn! This thing is so perverted! I'd better not use it again."

Renekton had already made the decision in his mind to seal away the Plague Doctor's handiwork.

The paralysis effect on the extraordinary person had passed, but due to excessive blood loss, he no longer had the extra strength to stand up from the ground.

He could feel that his chest was being slashed open by the pervert wearing the beak mask. But he was unable to resist at all.

He turned his head towards the direction of Renekton. Although he could not see Renekton at all, he still looked here with pleading eyes:

"Kill me! Please, kill me!"

Renekton raised his hand, a light blue flame ignited in his palm, and then he threw the imitated devil's flame onto the Beyonder who was seeking death.

The Plague Doctor stood up and stared at Renekton with dissatisfaction:

"Their disease has not been cured yet!"

However, the Plague Doctor did not attack Renekton. The spirituality to maintain its existence has been exhausted.

Under the streetlight, the Plague Doctor's figure turned into translucent glimmers and disappeared, and the Plague Doctor's hand returned to Renekton's hand.

"Don't use it unless necessary in the future. Although this thing is not strong, it is a bit weird and perverted."

Renekton was a little worried that if the horror stories of the Plague Doctor were spread, it would really come to life.

Renekton sprinkled some iron-black powder on the gambler who was still breathing weakly, and spirituality rippled on him like water waves. The image of himself and the plague doctor was completely erased from the gambler's mind, and certain anti-divination measures were also taken.

After waiting there for a while, the extraordinary person sent by the casino to intercept him released an extraordinary characteristic from his body. After Renekton picked up the characteristics, he traveled directly through the spirit world and returned to the house on Minsk Street.

Place the Plague Doctor's figure on the cabinet on the side:

"You should just keep it as a collection from now on."

Then he took the characteristics he just obtained and did a simple divination.

"Sure enough, it is the characteristic of an assassin. I wonder if there is a witch behind him. Most of the assassin's potions should be spread by those witches. Only newcomers who do not understand the market can be easily deceived."

Renekton took the assassin trait and muttered.

If he hadn't been affected by the plague doctor's perversion and just wanted to leave there quickly, Renekton would have used the assassin's spirit to do a divination, and maybe he would have discovered a witch.

Put the assassin characteristics in your hand into an iron cigarette box and isolate it from the outside world with a spiritual wall. Then he put it on the cabinet next to him along with the figures.

Renekton thought that the matter of the plague doctor would be over, but he saw a report about it in the newspaper on the third day, or a wanted person.

The newspaper also contained an image of a plague doctor wearing a beak mask, a black robe, and holding a cane, as well as his name: Carathius. It is now wanted by the authorities and the major churches in Backlund.

The newspaper described him as a pervert with excellent medical skills but a twisted mentality who liked to kill innocent passers-by who went out alone at night.

"This can't be the work of the dog-licking mirror of the Mechanical Heart! Fortunately, it's not me, otherwise I would definitely give it to Amon as a toy."

Renekton felt that this guess was reasonable. The demon's flames also had a certain amount of damage to spirits. Using channeling on the assassin would not yield any effective information at all.

Renekton also dealt with the gambler who survived, making him completely forget about himself and the plague doctor.