The Master of the Strange Realm

It blinked at Jenkins, meaning that it would not tell anyone about it, but the dragon was so big that the blinking movement was not considered concealment at all.

"I shouldn't have anything to do with dragons, right?"

Miss Cape asked doubtfully. She didn't know the legend of the savior, and naturally she didn't understand what the red dragon was referring to, so she was still confused as to why she appeared here.

"Yes, yes, but although you have nothing to do with dragons, you must also participate in this competition. This is not a rule made by me, but made by God."

"Isn't the soul of the tree in Miss Capet?"

The dragon's strange attitude made Jenkins suspicious. He looked at the dragon suspiciously, and the dragon immediately looked away from Jenkins:

"I made a little game. The winner can get something called [Dragon Soul] from my hand. Since everyone has limited time, the game will start in ten minutes and end before the sun rises. The time is about Twelve hours is just right, I think. Will you join?"

As he spoke, the dragon raised his right paw, with a small golden pocket watch wrapped around it for timing.

"Who else is participating?"

Jenkins asked:

"That girl named Knight, and a stranger who touched my lair in the middle of the night yesterday and held a dragon token in his hand. He seems to claim to be from an organization called Treehouse."

Red Dragon said.

"I attended."

Jenkins immediately raised his hand.

"Then I'll join in. Whatever the people in the tree house do must be stopped."

said Miss Capet.

"Well, the rules of the game are simple. We all know that Nolan City has a special status at the end of this era. Because of this, all kinds of weird things happen frequently in this city. Although for the Giver. Ordinary ghosts, apparitions, and even the spontaneous occurrence of paranormal phenomena in areas are not troublesome, but not to ordinary people.

The rule of the game is to rely on your own strength to discover and deal with as many abnormal events in this city as possible in one night. They cannot be artificially caused by you, but can only be abnormal events that have nothing to do with you. The one who returns to me before dawn and handles more things will be the winner.

But please be careful not to tell the church about this, otherwise you will be kicked out immediately. "

PS: I don’t know if there are high school student gang members reading this book, but I’ll assume there are. If there are readers who have recently taken the college entrance examination, I wish you success in your studies, success in the exam, everything you need to know, and all the exams.

Chapter 1635 Chapter 1610 The Tree of the Dead

"How do you know how much we've dealt with? Is it just our own word?"

In the dragon's lair, Jenkins questioned that he had experienced a lot of strange situations since he came to this world and was familiar with all kinds of deadly game rules. Compared with this, the dragon's game is too simple.

"You can take some interesting "souvenirs" back after solving a matter. I have my own way of distinguishing authenticity. Son of a sage, I am a very fair red dragon, and full of wisdom."

Long said, then glanced at the pocket watch smaller than its eyes:

"You have ten minutes to prepare, and then you can set off."

"Jenkins, do you know something that I don't?"

Seeing that Jenkins and Long had finished speaking, Miss Cape looked at Jenkins suspiciously.

"Um......"

Jenkins hesitated and decided not to tell her the legend of the savior. It would not be good for her:

"After dawn tomorrow morning, if you are interested in knowing, I can tell you. But now please listen to me, just let me stop the tree house. Don't get involved... It's not me. You want to eliminate competitors, but this may be a bit dangerous for you..."

Even as he spoke, Jenkins felt as if he was ostracizing Miss Cape. He really thought it was inappropriate for Miss Capet to get involved in this matter. After all, the other party was not even a gifter who was good at fighting, and it was very dangerous to get involved rashly.

But Miss Cape did not object after hearing this. She flipped up her hair, looked at Jenkins with her beautiful eyes, and said to the red dragon:

"Okay then, I give up my qualifications."

The dragon nodded and said yes, but Miss Cape could not tell the church about this until the end of the game. The dragon wanted to prevent the church from providing help to Jenkins.

"But no matter what, I want to know completely what happened tomorrow morning."

The blond lady said seriously, then opened her arms and hugged Jenkins:

"You should also be careful and pay attention to your own safety."

"I'll be safe."

After he assured her, Miss Cape felt relieved. She took one last look at the dragon, then turned around and left without any regrets.

Although Jenkins believes that Nolan City is currently experiencing a brief period of peace, in fact, since last year, various unusual events that are not very eye-catching in his eyes have occurred frequently in the Nolan area. Those things are easy to deal with for the gifted person. Sometimes they can be solved by throwing a charm, but for ordinary people, it is a nightmare that they cannot get rid of.

In ordinary years, that is, the years before Jenkins came to this world, most of the incidents handled by the combat teams of various churches were simple problems of this kind. A few more complex problems could also be solved by the demigods of various churches. The reason why Jenkins had not been exposed to such incidents was partly because he was a semi-civilian, and partly because his time was often occupied by more dangerous things.

After leaving the dragon, he did not rush to the city to search for abnormal events, but took his cat to the restaurant for a big meal slowly, ensuring that he would be energetic even if he did not sleep tonight. Then he went home and found a tourist guide bought from the post office a long time ago. Looking at the map on it, he planned to comb the entire city from the south to the north.

Of course, it is more convenient to do such things in a black robe, and there is no need to worry too much when taking action. But Jenkins was worried that after he put on the black robe, the dragon's unknown detection method would not be able to determine that those things were done by him, so he acted in his own identity.

First, the public cemetery in the southern suburbs of the city. The sun had completely set, and the cemetery was shrouded in thick fog, which was very similar to the atmosphere created in horror novels.

The cemeteries in big cities are guarded or regularly inspected by the gravekeepers of the Church of Death, so it is difficult for the dead to revive naturally. Jenkins used this place as a starting point just for safety, but he didn't expect to see some strange spiritual lights flashing inside the park as soon as he approached the fence of the cemetery.

"Is luck coming?"

He thought happily, touched the chocolate sticking out of his collar, and told it not to make a sound and disturb the gravekeeper here for a while, then took two steps back and took a run-up, and nimbly climbed over the fence and entered the cemetery.

Even though this is the suburbs, the thick fog is still filled with that choking smell. Jenkins covered his nose with one hand and walked along the path in the cemetery towards the direction of the spiritual light. Soon he saw an ordinary little tree planted here.

The spiritual light came from the tree. Jenkins circled the tree twice and finally found a distorted human face pattern in the wrinkled lines of the bark at the lower part of the trunk.

This is not a ritual of the gifter, but a tree planted in a cemetery. If the roots come into contact with too many corpses, over the years, it is possible that the characteristics of the undead will be produced due to the effect of "sacrifice". Once this tree is completely activated, it is equivalent to a high-level undead with wisdom, but the transformation process not only takes hundreds of years, but also requires a large number of corpses. Therefore, the activated undead tree can generally only be seen in ancient battlefields or ancient mausoleums where there is a habit of living sacrifices.

"Someone must have failed to comply with the regulations on cremation of corpses."

Jenkins thought to himself and patted the trunk of the tree. The originally static human face on the bark became more distorted. As the lines on the bark flowed like water, the human face gradually dissipated into normal tree lines, and the undead characteristics of this tree completely disappeared.

Jenkins just sent some life spirits into the tree to disperse the still weak power of death. This is very simple for him, but if an ordinary person comes around this tree at night, he may be scared crazy or even scared to death by the illusions produced by the tree.

"This is the first thing. The next step should be to..."

He turned around and was about to leave, but the True Eye, which had not yet closed, saw two familiar gifters also appear in the cemetery. It seemed that they had just entered.

"Strange."

He looked around and jumped into the grass that was unusually lush due to the arrival of summer. At the same time, the growth of those low shrubs was further accelerated, so that the grass leaves completely covered him. Therefore, Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute, who came over not long ago, did not notice that there was a person with a cat squatting next to them.

"Huh? Strange, I remember it was this tree."

The two stopped next to the tree that Jenkins had just processed:

"This is the undead wood that I found with great difficulty. It was originally intended to be used as a ritual material. How could it become a normal wood?"

Miss Magic touched the place where the distorted human face should have been inexplicably, and was very sure that it had become a normal tree.

In the moonlight, she showed a puzzled expression on her face. Miss Silver Flute was also surprised and even looked around, but did not see Jenkins with an embarrassed expression in the bushes.

Chapter 1636 Chapter 1611 Oil Painting and Professor

"This is terrible. This material is already scarce. Now it is inexplicably gone. Where can I find a substitute?"

Miss Magic muttered to herself, her tone full of annoyance. Jenkins, hiding in the bushes nearby, held his breath and tried to pretend that he had never been here.

"Miss Windsor only wants a ritual that can make people fake death. I think you should have other alternatives, right?"

Miss Silver Flute asked, still looking around.

"Yes, but only this ritual that requires the dead wood can make the recipient feel the greatest pain during the fake death. The others are just sleeping."

Miss Magic said troubled.

"You haven't forgotten what happened last time?"

"How can I forget? That woman actually ruined my plan. If it weren't for Mr. Candle's help, the Heart of the Ocean might have belonged to someone else."

Miss Magic replied with gritted teeth, which made Miss Silver Flute smile bitterly:

"In fact, even if Miss Windsor didn't do that, it seems difficult for you to snatch the Heart of the Ocean from Fermishu..."

"But anyway, that woman has a grudge against me. Even if I am temporarily employed by her now, she still has a grudge against me. But since that kind of wood is gone, forget it. Other alternatives are also fine, but it's a pity that I can't teach her a little lesson."

The voices of the two people became smaller and smaller, and they left the cemetery while talking. Jenkins, hiding in the bushes, wiped his sweat, thinking that he must not offend a petty woman easily.

After confirming that Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute would not turn around, Jenkins took a small piece of bark from the trunk and put it in his pocket as a token to solve this matter, and then sneaked out of the cemetery from another direction. In order to prevent running into them on the way into the city, he deliberately took a long detour before turning back to the direction of the city.

Seeing that he was about to get lost, Jenkins had already penetrated deep into the thick fog outside the city. Looking up, he could not see the stars and the moon. He saw the same street scene all around. He did not know which direction to go, so he took out the cat from his pocket and asked it to find the direction of home.

But as soon as the cat came out and stood in Jenkins's palms to breathe, it immediately coughed in a baby voice, obviously choked by the strange smell in the air. It stretched out its claws and called out to Jenkins without any threat, then slid through Jenkins' fingers like a stream of water and hid in his pocket again.

"Well, let me take a look."

Anyway, his purpose was not to go home, so he simply used the Eye of Truth to check the nearby spiritual light while walking. I don't know what happened tonight. Before he walked two streets, a strange spiritual light appeared in a three-story brick and stone apartment nearby that looked a bit old.

Jenkins came to the vicinity and stopped downstairs to watch. Through the thick fog at night, he could not see any light in the window facing the street. It was still early, only around eight o'clock. He hesitated for a moment and came to the door to knock, but then he found that the door of the building was blocked with three long wooden boards. Judging from the color of the wooden boards, it had been abandoned for a long time.

"Interesting, an abandoned three-story apartment building on the outskirts of the city, this is a great material for horror novels."

He didn't want to tear down other people's doors in the middle of the night. This was very inconvenient, and secondly, it was too conspicuous. If a nearby resident went out or came home in the middle of the night, he might be scared to death if he saw the door of the abandoned house next door open.

After checking the structure of the house from a distance, Jenkins patted the cat on his chest to let it hold on more firmly, then climbed up to the second floor along the steam pipe of the house next door, and jumped from the second floor to grab the window sill of the second floor of the abandoned house. He pulled his whole body up with force, stretched out his hand to pull the inner latch of the window without glass, and then pushed the window open and jumped into the house.

There was a very strong smell of mold in the house, which was even more unbearable than the smell of the thick fog on the street.

Jenkins covered his mouth and resisted the urge to cough, and flapped his other hand twice in front of him quickly, and then he felt a little better.

The abnormal aura was in the attic, but after struggling to poke the trap door, he found that the ladder connecting the third-floor room and the attic was missing. Jenkins tried to jump up and grab the edge of the attic entrance, then twisted his body to pull himself up, first put one leg on the attic floor, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and let his whole body come up.

The mining lamp that summoned [Mechanical Light] was held in his hand, and the blue light illuminated the easel at the end of the attic and the colorful oil painting on it.

This is a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting is wrapped in a headscarf and sitting on a white chair. It seems to be on the second floor of this house. The woman in the painting is smiling peacefully, with her hands together on her legs, looking in the direction outside the picture.

The aura came from here, very weak but already considered to be involved in the extraordinary. Jenkins tentatively poked the drawing board with his cane, but nothing happened. He carefully tapped it with his finger, but nothing unusual happened.

"Take this painting to the painting location on the second floor and take a look. Maybe there will be something to gain."

Thinking in his mind, he took out the canvas and rolled it up, and jumped back to the third floor of the room from the entrance of the attic. At this moment, another gifter appeared outside the house. The man also stopped at the door for a moment, and then chose almost the same path as Jenkins, climbed to the second floor next door, then swung to the window of this house, and then climbed into the house nimbly.

Professor Burns was originally curious about why the window on the second floor happened to be open, but he didn't know that as soon as he climbed into the window, he saw a figure standing at the door of the room looking at him.

If he hadn't climbed in, the professor might have been so scared that he fell out of the window. He stabilized his mind and finally realized that it was Jenkins.

"Jenkins? Why are you here? Oh, sage. You are scared by me~"

The professor patted his chest and turned to close the window. His movements when he climbed in were more agile than Jenkins who had activated [Cat's Grace], and he didn't even let his clothes get stained with dust from the windowsill.

Jenkins hadn't visited the professor since he returned to Nolan, because the professor was busier than him. It was the summer graduation season in June, and many of the professor's students were about to graduate. In addition to the school affairs and church affairs, the professor was almost too busy to be found.

"I... came to take care of some things."

Jenkins didn't know how to explain, so he released his green soul emblem to prove his identity, vaguely explained his purpose, and showed the oil painting in his hand.

Chapter 1637 Chapter 1612 Tavern and Treats

"You found this painting, that's great. Where did you find it?"

asked the professor, looking pleased.

"attic."

Jenkins pointed upward.

"It turned out to be here, and I was worried that I wouldn't find it. This house is owned by my student Taylor's mother. Taylor was seriously ill not long ago. When I went to visit him, I found that he seemed to be cursed. Later I asked After what happened, I found out that the bad boy didn’t come to visit the poor woman living here long before his mother passed away, so I guessed that the woman refused to leave because of resentment for a long time after her death. As for the source of the resentment, Taylor told me, maybe It was an oil painting he painted for his mother a long time ago.”

The two of them walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor while talking. After removing the deformed door, they confirmed that this was the room with the background of the oil painting. The professor moved the chair with a broken leg next to the wall to the window, and Jenkins unfolded the oil painting to face it. After a while, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the soul that lingered here for a long time and refused to leave appeared.

Before the irrational soul wanted to attack the two of them, Jenkins rushed up and slapped her on the shoulder. The glow of divine magic suppressed the atmosphere in the room that had become a bit gloomy due to the appearance of the evil spirit. Without Jenkins taking any further action, the professor took the initiative to step forward and talk to the soul. After comforting and reassuring him, the woman's soul showed a happy expression. , then turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

"That's it now. It's so smooth. Tyler can finally get up from the hospital bed and write his thesis! The excavation team organized by the school's archeology department happened to be able to sign him up."

The professor touched his chin and said with a smile on his face, and then looked at Jenkins:

"It looks like you are lucky tonight. Do you want to go to the bar for a drink later? I know you don't drink, so we can find a quieter bar that serves juice."

If there was nothing else, Jenkins certainly didn't mind, but he was extremely busy tonight. So I could only regretfully reject the professor's invitation, and then cut off a corner of the painting as a certificate, and gave the rest to the professor and returned it to his student Taylor.

Before parting, the professor told Jenkins that he had discovered some interesting rumors when he was researching the history of elves not long ago, and asked Jenkins to have time to go to his place to take a look. Unfortunately, both Jenkins and the professor have been busy recently, and it is estimated that they will have to wait until at least August or September before they will have a lot of free time again.

After learning his current location from the professor, Jenkins continued walking towards the city. In fact, Nolan is a relatively peaceful city, and the night is not as scary as he expected. There's always a strange sense of imbalance just walking through a thick fog envelope, which Jenkins attributes to being unable to see the end of the road.