Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton, who returned to the house across the street, did not choose to rest, but went out again with the crow Anu.

The weather has been gloomy today, with not a trace of moonlight penetrating the clouds, and only the dim streetlights dispersing a small amount of darkness on the streets.

The night is dark and windy, suitable for living corpses to appear!

The figures of Renekton and Crow Anu were in a cemetery on the outskirts of the Eastern District, followed by five or six living corpses with varying degrees of decay. In a cemetery without street lights, this scene seemed particularly eerie.

Renekton sprinkled a piece of fine translucent white powder, which quickly spread in the air and turned into a bright, but not dazzling, ripple, illuminating the cemetery.

"Gah!"

The crow Anu called twice at the top of his lungs and flew away with wings fluttering from Renekton's shoulder. Sprinkle some pungent herbal powder within the illuminated area.

Crow Anu skillfully placed the ritual materials in the correct location. After the ritual arrangement was completed, Renekton shook his spirituality and lit the candles.

With the assistance of the ritual, the crow Anu controlled the living corpses following him, causing them to disperse and start digging their own graves in the cemetery.

After the tomb was dug, the crow Anu controlled the living corpses to lie down in their own tomb. Later, with the assistance of the ritual, the aura of death was removed from the living corpses, turning them back into quiet corpses.

Then he communicated with the surrounding spirits and asked them to help bury the newly dug grave with soil.

The crow Anu landed on a tombstone next to Renekton, waving its wings excitedly and saying:

"Boss! Nearly one-third of my Gravedigger potion has been digested!"

"However, I feel that there are still some incomplete parts in the performance."

"The progress is good. I will be promoted to a psychic in a month or two."

Renekton nodded slightly. This crow was particularly talented in the path of death.

Then he sprinkled the iron-black material, summoned an invisible giant hand, collected the soil scattered on the ground, and threw it into an unobtrusive corner. He also made some cover to ensure that digging graves in the middle of the night would not be discovered. .

After dealing with the traces at the scene, Renekton reached out and grabbed one of the crow's wings, turned around and reached into the spirit world. Then he appeared in the Hillstown area and blended into the crowd without any sense of disobedience.

As the economic center, Hillston District has a bustling night market and the entire block is brightly lit.

Men and women dressed in fashionable clothes are walking on the streets. There are high-income earners working here, as well as tourists and pedestrians out for fun. Horse-drawn carriages and various strange machines emerge in endlessly, perfectly interpreting the prosperity of Backlund.

Renekton was holding a newly purchased birdcage in his hand. The birdcage was open casually, and the crow Anu stood inside, looking around curiously.

Because of the sudden prophecy, Renekton had no appetite to continue eating the previous dinner. After a busy session, Renekton felt a little hungry again. I skillfully walked to the food court with various snacks and late-night snacks, and bought a large bag of late-night snacks.

Carrying the purchased food, Renekton prepared to find a place with few people and travel directly back to Minsk Street through the spirit world.

Walking out of the densely populated neighborhood, Renekton was about to take advantage of the opportunity to step into the spirit world while avoiding the sight of the surrounding pedestrians. Anu, the crow who was originally standing in the open birdcage, fell straight to the ground.

The little body was still trembling, as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying.

Renekton did not check the situation of the crows on the ground, but followed his intuition and looked to his side and behind.

A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman with outstanding temperament looked towards him with curiosity.

The middle-aged gentleman has bronze skin, black and white hair and extremely rare black pupils. He wears a loose black fur coat and is of medium height. On her hand was a very conspicuous black-red ring set with gems.

Renekton's voyeuristic eyes allowed him to see more.

They were greenish-black scales and pure white feathers. Each feather and each scale had strange symbols of different shapes.

Just as Renekton continued to watch, wanting to see more, his own spirituality suddenly warned him that something extremely terrifying would come at the next moment.

Renekton immediately lowered his head and looked away, no longer looking at the middle-aged gentleman.

One of the secret-peeping rules summarized by Renekton: restrain your strong curiosity and don't try to pry into the unknown and secrets you don't understand.

(Experiences and lessons from my own captain!)

He returned his gaze to Anu, the crow lying on the ground, and checked its condition. Apart from a layer of fear still hanging over its mental body, there were no other problems with it.

"This crow is very interesting. It may have a very unusual life experience."

A very gentle and friendly voice came.

Renekton looked up following the sound and saw the middle-aged gentleman approaching. He nodded slightly, but kept his eyes away from the front and looked into the other person's eyes.

There was nothing wrong with the other party's eyes, but Renekton's intuition kept him alert to the other party's eyes. It seemed that his secretive eyes would see things that were normally invisible, which would bring unpredictable dangers.

"Sir, do you know a lot about birds? Are you a biological expert?"

Renekton's casual conversation made the situation less awkward.

"I didn't expect me to have such an academic temperament, but unfortunately, I'm just a businessman."

There was an appropriate look of regret on the other person's face.

After saying this, the middle-aged gentleman squatted down and put the shivering crow that fell on the ground back into the birdcage in Renekton's hand.

After doing all this, the middle-aged gentleman breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Sorry, I accidentally scared your crow just now."

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it anymore."

Renekton shook his head slightly and replied.

The gentle-spoken middle-aged gentleman opposite him was probably a high-sequence powerhouse in the path of death. Renekton estimated that the man was probably a demigod or above. Otherwise, it would be difficult to scare the crow like this without him noticing.

"Can I ask out of curiosity, where did you buy or meet this crow?"

The middle-aged gentleman asked in a very polite tone.

Renekton restrained himself from raising his eyebrows and showed some doubts:

"Sir, why are you so interested in this crow?"

"I met it by chance in the Backlund Bridge area. It snatched the bread from my hand. I caught it later and I kept it with me."

The middle-aged gentleman had a look of understanding when he heard this. It was unclear whether he believed Renekton's explanation, but a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly and said:

"It seems that you two are very destined. It has some unusual bloodline. Although it is thin, if you can cultivate it well, it may be able to return to its ancestors in the future."

"Unusual bloodline?"

Renekton repeated in a low voice, already having related conjectures in his mind.

Then he looked at the middle-aged gentleman and bowed slightly:

"Thank you for the reminder. After chatting for so long, I still don't know what to call you, sir!"

"Pluck Eggers, a tobacco merchant from the Southern Continent."

"It's a pity that you are not a person who likes tobacco. You don't have the smell of tobacco. Otherwise, I would give you a copy of my favorite tobacco. Believe me, it is worth collecting!"

Pluck Eggers introduced his identity in a gentle tone, and only showed a different look of fascination when he talked about tobacco.

Renekton was a little surprised by the other party's surname. Backlund was really a magical place. You could meet a royal descendant of the Balam Empire just walking on the street.

Renekton suppressed his surprised expression and only showed a slightly surprised look in his eyes as he said:

"Eggs! From the Southern Continent, Mr. Plaque, you are indeed a great nobleman."

"He's just a fringe member. His identity as a businessman comes before this."

Prak Eggers only explained a little, without saying much, but he also did not deny his identity as a descendant of the royal family of the Balam Empire.

Renekton nodded slightly and did not continue to ask about this topic. Over a long period of time, even the royal family of the Balam Empire must have become several internal factions. It is normal for some of them to be excluded.

Anu, the crow in the birdcage, has recovered and is looking around cautiously in the cage. He seemed unaware that the influence he had just received came from the middle-aged gentleman in front of him.

"Mr. Plunk, my name is Al Tynes. I am from Fenebor. I have just arrived in Backlund recently."

"I think it's time for me to leave."

As he spoke, Renekton also picked up the recovered crow in his hand and the midnight snack in the bag in his other hand.

"Well, if you have any questions about tobacco, you can ask me at any time. If you come to me to buy tobacco, I will give you a more favorable price than others, haha."

Pluck Eggers became particularly enthusiastic and energetic when he talked about tobacco.

After Renekton said goodbye to Pluck Eggers, he walked some distance forward, turned into a small alley, and then stepped into the spiritual world and left the Hillston area.

Pluck Eggers, who left in the opposite direction, paused slightly after Renekton entered the spirit world, and then walked forward nonchalantly. He seemed to have thought of something happy, and there was a smile on his lips. .

"A very interesting young man with an interesting crow."

". It seems that I have been away from home for too long. When I see young people, I tend to think of my own children. Maybe it's time to go back and see that boy who has a gloomy face all day long."