Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 At close range, the vine directly penetrated his temple. In the weird sucking sound, the man was lifted into the air by the vines, and the rushing wind in the narrow space also stopped.

　　 "You are just a second-level gift, how did you have the courage to do it with me?"

　　 To be honest, if he doesn't do it, Jenkins will be a little annoyed. This man who has completely lost consciousness lied, he has killed people, and he has killed many people. Jenkins turned around, but didn't want to do it himself.

　　 "Let me take a look."

　　 After the vine disappeared, the man's body was thrown on the ground like garbage. Jenkins picked up the illusory, completely transparent small round coin, then rummaged in his pocket, but finally did not find any other hair.

　　 "Sure enough, I won't take it with me..."

Section 1271 Chapter 1250 Trash cans and suitcases (7/10)

Seeing that no hair was found, I stood there and thought for a while, took out a knife from his body, cut off the man’s hair and put it in a small paper bag, and threw a fire on his body to confirm that the body was burned. After cleaning, he put his hands in his pockets and left again.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 "No, I can't eat right now. There are still things to do in Nolan today. Of course, if you want to eat, go back to Luen by yourself. The maids in the house know you."

　　 Jenkins said to his cat.

　　Chocolate certainly won't leave Jenkins, so he continued to squat on his shoulders disappointingly, his tail drooping to show that he was not in a good mood.

The place where 　　 meets the mysterious man is not far from the exit of the black market, so Jenkins happened to be in the alley at the so-called "around eleven o'clock". At this moment, he had changed his appearance again, and he was about the same height and body shape as the man just now.

　　 In this way, as long as the face and hair are covered, even if the connector does appear, it should not be recognized for a while.

　　 But it is a pity that the alley is empty. It is not so much an alley as it is a narrow aisle between two nearby houses. On both sides of the alley are high walls that cannot be climbed. The walls are covered with suspicious stains, **** and excrement are all over the bumpy ground, and the trash can is in the middle of the alley.

　　 The body of the trash can is slanted, with obvious recesses, as if it had been hit by a heavy object. It doesn't even have a lid, which Jenkins suspects is one of the **** being thrown here.

　　 He didn't want to enter such a garbage alley at all, but since he had made up his mind to see what was going on, he couldn't give up halfway.

　　 The cat automatically jumped off his shoulder before Jenkins stepped into the alley, and when he walked out of the alley, he asked Jenkins to pick him up with a look of disgust.

　　 turned around and glanced at the calm garbage alley, Jenkins nodded secretly. After checking the time, it was five minutes to eleven o'clock, so he didn't continue to stay, but like a normal person, he walked in another direction along the street outside the alley.

　　 Of course he didn't leave, but he turned around and changed again, sitting in the restaurant diagonally across the alley.

　　 Although Jenkins is in a real state now, he thought of agreeing to have dinner with the girls at noon, ordering some dishes but not using a knife and fork. The cat is now in the projected state, even when the sense of taste is greatly impaired, it is still keen to swallow food.

　　 From eleven o'clock until twelve o'clock, no one showed up. Jenkins counted the time and hesitated to send a cat to stare here. He went back to Luen to eat first, and the cat was full anyway.

　　 But it seems that luck is still on the chocolate side. Just as Jenkins was thinking about how to persuade his cat to stay, he suddenly saw the trajectory of the wind-blown newspaper in the alley, which was obviously abnormal.

　　 In the blink of an eye, a red line stretched from the sky into the alley, drawing a complicated trajectory in the alley. The line manipulator should not be able to see the specific situation inside the alley, otherwise the line would not fly around like a lucky one. Jenkins once had this kind of ability. This is the [line operator].

　　 did not care when the line could touch the trash can, Jenkins stood up and summoned the waiter to pay for the meal, pressed the tip under the plate, and walked along the source of the line he saw.

　　 He didn't show any abnormalities, at least he thought he didn't. So when he walked to the other side of the alley, the man standing by the street light pole holding the newspaper didn't notice anything wrong at all.

　　 The man wears a brown hat and has a suitcase under his feet. He looked like a stranger who came to Nolan on a trip.

　　 He was holding a cigarette without a filter, the cigarette **** was exposed out of the newspaper, and the newspaper that was lifted up completely covered his face. The newspaper facing the outside is the serious face of Mr. Mayor. Judging from the headline, it seems to be related to the war mobilization order. Even if the conscription site does not include Nolan, as one of the best industrial cities in the kingdom, it must provide the necessary material guarantees for the war.

　　 He leaned on the street light pole, as if waiting for someone. Even if this is a bustling street, there will be no problem with this kind of action.

　　 Jenkins observed for a while, then thought about it, and wrote down the light spot characteristics of this level 4 bestower, and then remembered the high-end luggage store that he saw on the way here.

After 　　 turned and left, a short while later, a middle-aged man with a cat on his shoulder and a suitcase in his right hand walked along the street.

　　 Compared with the man who is reading the newspaper, Jenkins at this time is more like a traveler from afar in terms of clothes, appearance and expression.

　　 As he walked, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it. From time to time, he was still looking around at the number cards along the street, as if looking for something.

　　 soon walked to the man reading the newspaper, looked around again pretending to be hesitant, then put down his suitcase, and said sorry to the man reading the newspaper:

　　 "Sorry sir, excuse me, do you know where this address is?"

　　 Jenkins said that, looking at the newspaper is actually the man who is manipulating the thread put down the newspaper, and looked at the speaker impatiently. He wanted to refuse, but he thought about it and reached out and took the piece of paper.

　　 "It's not this street, you are going in the wrong direction. Now go north, turn left at the second intersection, and walk for another ten minutes and you will be there."

　　 He said so, and then stuffed the note back.

　　 Jenkins hurriedly thanked him sincerely, and then in the man's more impatient expression, he bent down and lifted the suitcase under his feet, and walked quickly towards the direction indicated by the man with the cat.

　　 "Trouble."

　　 The man raised the newspaper again, and then continued to manipulate the line to get the hair from the trash can. It took a full half a minute before he realized something was wrong. Putting down the newspaper and quickly looking down, the small suitcase is still standing at his feet, but it is not the original one anymore.

　　 "That person was a thief just now...Oops! There is..."

　　 Thousands of words in his heart converged into a swear word. He didn't care about the hair in the alley, and he ran after him to the north with the newspaper. But because it was half a minute late before I realized that something was wrong, when I wanted to look for it, where was the figure of the man asking for directions just now.

　　 If there are no valuables in the box, the man may not care. But the things in it are worth most of his belongings. Once lost, he doesn't know what kind of punishment he will face.

Section 1272 Chapter 1251 Poison and Fog (8/10)

　　 looked around, the man looking for the suitcase wriggled and chanted the mantra. After a while, a yellow smoke that only he could see appeared in front of him, and then he followed the direction of the smoke.

　　 Jenkins, who took the suitcase, didn't actually go far. His intention was not to steal other people's things, but to find a quiet place where no one could easily do it.

　　 Originally worried that the man would not be able to find him smoothly, he was thinking of leaving some clues, but suddenly saw the man who was still spinning in place just now, chasing this way.

　　 "That's it."

　　 He also turned and ran out of the city. After deliberately slowing down and turning around, the two finally met in the abandoned mine in the east mining area of ​​the city.

　　 Although the mining area in the eastern part of Nolan is rich in minerals, the mines that have been mined a hundred years ago will always be abandoned one day. Although there are not many such worthless mines, they are guaranteed not to be encountered by one person after entering, which is a good place to solve the contradiction between the two sides.

　　 "Give me things! Stop running, I can find you wherever you go."

　　 "Do you want this?"

　　 Jenkins shook the suitcase he was carrying, and then threw it aside. Probably because he has too much power and there are raised stones on the ground. After falling to the ground, the suitcase slid for a certain distance, but it disintegrated by itself, exposing the large and small packets of tobacco wrapped in clean paper.

　　 "If you beat me, you can naturally take them and leave."

　　 Jenkins hasn't found anything wrong with the tobacco for the time being. After all, he never smokes, so he can't judge the quality of tobacco just by observing from a distance.

"who are you?"

　　 asked the man who came after him. There was a very obvious constriction on the right side of his nose, which made his entire face look a little dirty. He is a sturdy middle-aged man, judging from his temperament and appearance, he looks like a rude man who does manual labor and hangs out with his companions in a tavern after get off work.

　　 But this is indeed the gifter. Since the gifter needs to have the skills of reading, arithmetic, logical reasoning, ancient text translation, etc. at the same time, his current appearance should also be pretended.

　　 Both of them turned over from the wooden fence outside the abandoned mine. The location at this time should be the warehouse where the ore was accumulated in the past. It's just that because it has been abandoned for a long time, the warehouse has completely collapsed, and now only the remaining walls and the ground different from other locations can be seen.

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, and answered the question directly:

　　 "Someone wants my hair today, so I am curious as to who is doing such a thing."

"Oh, I see."

　　 The man who looked like a scorpion breathed a sigh of relief. He relaxed slightly, and then said in a slender voice:

"I'm sorry about this. I think my companion has marked you wrongly. I apologize to you on behalf of him and myself. I promise that we did nothing bad, and the collection of those hairs was not a curse. Others. In fact, my partner is developing a very interesting potion, but the material needs a lot of hair that meets specific requirements, so we will do this kind of thing."

　　 From a logical point of view, there is no problem. The spells, rituals, potions, and alchemy of the benefactor require weird materials. For example, Mr. White Cat does not hesitate to call his companions to take action for the alien nail. So spending money to collect hair for potions is logically acceptable, but the [lie] clergy reminds Jenkins that this is a lie.

"Actually, I am also a pharmacist. To be more precise, the [Witch’s Kiss] that has been on the market since last year was made by me. Have you heard of this potion? So please tell me, What potion is your companion making? I think I can tell if it is real."

I can see that the other party has indeed heard of [Witch’s Kiss]. After hearing Jenkins’s question, his face became stiff, and then he stepped back, his body blurred like water-soaked paint, and then turned into a pool of black shadows and disappeared. Up.

　　 "Shuttle through the shadow world?"

　　 This is a very rare ability, and the shadow world is not a safe place, and turning half of the body into a shadow is not a talent that everyone can learn.

　　 "It seems that I was in serious trouble accidentally this time."

　　 He looked around, because it was approaching noon, so the sun almost moved above his head. There are no tall buildings around the abandoned warehouse, so there is no area where shadows can be formed.

　　The ability related to the shadow world necessarily requires the existence of shadows, so Jenkins can't figure out what the other party is going to do.

　　 "Could it be that you ran away?"

　　 He tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked to the suitcase that he had lost, and wanted to see the situation.

　　 But before I took two steps, my nose suddenly smelled a strong and disgusting fragrance. The cat screamed and ran away from Jenkins's shoulder, and Jenkins hurriedly raised his hand to cover his nose for fear of vomiting.

"what is this?"

　　 He thought of it puzzled, but he looked around and saw nothing.

　　 "Is it some kind of toxin?"

　　 But his body is almost non-invasive, not to mention this inhalation of poisonous gas, even intravenous injection is not necessarily useful.

　　 "But this should be the first time I have encountered a poisonous enemy? This is very interesting."

　　 He looked around again, and True Eye couldn't see the opponent's position, which showed that the opponent was still staying in the shadow world. But this fragrance can see a faint aura under the [Eye of Truth], which shows that this poisonous gas is not an extraordinary thing.

　　 stood still and did not move, waiting for the next move. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any changes, and when I wanted to raise my foot, I found that I couldn't take a step.

　　 It's not that Jenkins was really poisoned, but the white smoke slowly emanating from the soil confined his feet. If you don't look down, you can't find it. Close to the ground, a thin layer of fog almost covers the entire warehouse floor.

　　 I probably saw that Jenkins couldn't pull his feet out of the white fog. Those thicker and thicker fog continuously poured out from the ground, and finally reached the position of Jenkins' ankle.

　　 They are condensed but not scattered, rolling to maintain a dynamic balance. The fog at a distance of five feet from Jenkins was the thickest. The white fog rolled around thinking of a gathering, and finally gathered into the appearance of the man just now.

　　 Of course, this is just a fake, but it is also very amazing. The incarnation of smoke looked at Jenkins who was unable to move a little impatiently, and asked very quickly:

　　 "Well, now it's my turn to ask you. Who are you? What is your background? How did we discover our actions?"

Section 1273 Chapter 1252 Chapter Scent Appreciation Committee (9/10)

　　 While the man made up of white mist questioned, Jenkins noticed that the avatar’s left hand had already carried the broken suitcase.

　　 "It seems that there is a problem with those tobacco."

　　 Jenkins thought of it in his heart, and then replied generously:

　　 "What I said just now was the truth, and you wouldn't think that this is what you won, right?"

"These are the magical abilities [Atomization], [Smoke World], and [Smoke Poison] that can only be learned by our Lord’s most devout believers. Although these three abilities cannot form a chain yet, they are matched with each other, and there has never been anyone Can escape. To be honest, if you run away when I escape into the shadow world, I really can't do anything with you, but now you should not escape."

The tumbling fragrant smoke flew upwards along Jenkins’s trousers, and the gaseous smoke hovered up, as if it had materialized into the shape of handcuffs. The ground is connected together.

　　 "[Atomization]... I seem to have heard of this ability..."

　　 He looked at the opponent with suspicion, and then suddenly realized:

　　 "This seems to be the sect of the believers of the false **** [Hovering Mist], the magical ability of the [Scent Appreciation Committee]! Huh? Scent Appreciation Committee?"

　　 This organization is quite famous, because first of all, the false **** [Hovering Mist] is not an evil **** at all. He is an unknown pseudo-god who is in charge of [Mist] [Perfume] [Tobacco] and other clergy. His followers are famous for making cigarettes, perfumes and spices. The established [Scent Appreciation Committee] is produced on the east coast of the mainland. The high-end cigarettes and perfumes are one of the famous specialties of the East Coast.

　　Because of the weak strength of the sect, the limited radiation area, and the very simple missionary methods, there has never been a believer of this false **** to Nolan on the west coast of the mainland, and Nolan's officials have never registered similar abilities.

　　 Jenkins can hear that when talking about the mystery of the doomsday with Alexia a few days ago, he heard the short lady talk about the fog around Nolan.

　　 "Do you know us? It seems that I really can't let you live today."

　　 talked with a white mist growing with scorpions, and the clouds churned more violently.

　　 "I don't quite understand. Your **** is not a Cthulhu, and your organization is not a cult. Why do you want to do this? Obviously, it's just manufacturing high-end cigarettes...cigarettes?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, glanced at the torn suitcase carried by the other party, and suddenly realized.

　　 "So it was you!"

　　 "Please die~"

　　 The tossing clouds closed inward in an instant, wrapping Jenkins like a cocoon. In the eyes of the cat squatting on the side, the huge cocoon showed the luster of flame at the moment it closed, and then the aura of various colors flashed in sequence.

　　 The white translucent silkworm cocoon trembles like an unstable steam bomb, and then explodes from the middle in the third second after forming, and the white mist is scattered around again.

Jenkins, who came out of the cocoon, jumped up. With the help of [Cat's Grace], he jumped quite high, and then, without the help of external force, made the movement of stepping on his right foot with his left foot in the air. Raising it up again is actually stepping on thin ice that is difficult to observe in the air.

After 　　 such a double jump, he smoothly caught only one wooden beam in the sky. I don't know how many years this thing has existed. After Jenkins held it, he immediately made a dubious and suspicious sound. In order to prevent it from breaking like this, I had to use ice to reinforce it.

　　 But this is neither a Luen with extremely low temperature nor a sewer with humid air, so it is quite difficult to do so.

　　 The white mist churns under Jenkins' feet, but this is not a trouble. Although this ability is tricky, the opponent's level is too low to cause substantial damage to Jenkins. The key now is to find the man who is hiding, otherwise Jenkins doesn't know how long it will take to stay here.

　　 He promised the ladies to go back to Luen for lunch.