Chapter 822 Witness
Chapter 822 Witness
Our psychic society is facing a crisis. The only way to escape the predicament is to merge into your Yarn Ball Society?
Faced with the "recruitment" from the evil prince, the female psychic sitting on the roadside stone no longer knew what expression to use to respond.
I remembered that when I was flying over the observatory last night, an old swindler from a fortune-telling agency stopped my flying carpet and said that she was about to meet with a disaster and that I had to pay her brother-in-law from the fortune-telling agency to sort out the trajectory of her destiny, otherwise I would be in big trouble tomorrow.
At that time, I was almost so angry that I laughed. When he said some bullshit and cursed, he left. He also handed two letters of complaint to the fortune-telling and numerology clubs, reminding them to take care of the fraud. I never thought that the old liar actually guessed right...
In the spirit of having flipped over a similar car before and "one cannot always be unbelieving", the middle-aged female psychic was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly do you mean by crisis?"
"Hmm... can't the secret art of summoning spirits be used for calculation?"
After thinking for a while, Leon gave an example:
"Just like what I did just now, if you don't agree to join, I will make an agreement with the souls of the dead world. From now on, when you use the secret technique of summoning spirits, you will directly block the Gate of the Dead and not let a single soul out."
"..."
So the source of the crisis is you!!!
The middle-aged female psychic was so angry at the evil prince's words that she saw stars and leaned against the stone with her hands. She gritted her teeth and shouted:
"You think you're worthy? Although I'm the acting president of the Psychic Club, my level is just barely in the top five. There are several psychics above me who are better than me! They may not be yours..."
"As long as they are psychics, they will be unable to do anything to me."
After interrupting the middle-aged female psychic, Leon introduced himself with a smile:
"Also, although I am still alive, the Gate of the Dead in the Underworld is under my control. If I don't give the nod of approval, I guarantee that you won't even be able to shout out a dog's soul."
"Nonsense! The one guarding the Gate of the Dead is obviously the God of Death. How could you..."
"Are you so uninformed?"
Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:
"As a medium who often communicates with the dead, you didn't know that the dog guarding death was gone?"
"Gone? How come it's gone?!"
“Someone ate it.”
Being eaten?!
The middle-aged female psychic asked with disbelief:
"That's a real God! Who can eat a real God?"
"I."
"?!!!"
"Aren't you mediums able to communicate with the spirits of the dead? If you don't believe it, why don't you ask a few familiar spirits?"
"..."
Although she felt that the man in front of her was talking nonsense, looking at Leon's overly calm expression and remembering his ability to easily drive away the souls she summoned, the middle-aged female psychic finally reached into the small bag at her waist and hesitantly took out a small jar of moon-white bone powder.
"This is another secret technique of the psychic society, mainly used to communicate with the recently deceased."
As if she had noticed Leon's curiosity, the cat witch beside her turned her head slightly and explained in a low voice:
"After obtaining the consent of the deceased's family, the medium of the mediumship can take half of the deceased's bones and burn them together with herbs, offerings, clay and several other materials to make a container for the deceased's soul to temporarily hide.
If the souls of the dead that have been summoned back have not lost their memories on the [Road of No Return], or have stayed in the [City of Regret] because of obsession, they can use these ashes to appear and answer some questions..."
Following the Cat Princess' explanation, the middle-aged female psychic took out a bottle of red and black mixed potion, rubbed the bone powder in her palm, and then blew it hard forward with her hand.
"puff!"
The slightly sticky moon-white particles were scattered by the wind, and then seemed to fall on something, hanging in the air in a very strange way. As the ashes blown out by the female psychic continued to increase, the dust stuck to some "things" finally gradually outlined a relatively clear shape. "Marina?"
The transparent ash man opened his unclear eyes and looked at the complicated expression of the female medium in front of him with great effort. After barely recognizing who it was, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"I just died last week. You have questions for me so soon?"
"teacher……"
After bowing slightly to the ashes, the middle-aged female psychic asked anxiously:
"I want to ask you something. Has the God of Death who guards the Gate of the Dead been eaten by someone?"
"Even you know about this..."
Upon hearing this, the ashes man first opened his eyes wide in surprise, then nodded and said:
"About two months ago, a madman from the Cleanup Bureau passed by the Gate of the Dead. He was probably trying to go to the underworld to do some work, but he was eaten by the Guardian of Death.
Then, he might have been irritated, and not only did he kill the Guardian Death God, he also dug out the Guardian Death God's heart, and in front of the Death Messengers who went to investigate, he held it in his hands and started to chew on it... Tsk tsk tsk..."
The wrinkled ash man seemed to be very gossipy. He said in amazement:
"Let me tell you, there is a huge pool of blood behind the Gate of the Dead. That is where the God of Death who guarded the Gate of the Dead was killed. When the Gate of the Dead was more active, you could occasionally see the [Death Replay] of the original scene. Be sure to check it out after you die.
Oh, yes, you can look, but don’t tell anyone else after you’re done. The rulers of the underworld don’t seem to like the dead talking about this matter. They don’t even allow the person’s name to be mentioned. I just overheard a little when I passed by the White Bone Palace. I remember that person’s name seemed to be Li… Li something…”
"Leon Ryan."
"Yes, yes, that should be the name!"
The ears outlined by the bone powder trembled slightly. After hearing the voice coming from behind, the ashes man turned around happily, squinted his eyes to look at the evil prince and the cat witch, and then asked with admiration:
"You've actually been able to find out about the dead world. You're pretty well-informed... Are you two the new mediums in the club?"
"No, we are from the Yarn Ball Society."
Leon shook his head, then said with a smile:
"But it doesn't matter. We will be a family soon."
"Haha, good! As long as we're a family~"
Patting the evil prince on the shoulder affectionately, expressing his appreciation for his outstanding junior, and leaving a handprint of ashes on his clothes, the ashes man asked with a smile:
"Young man, you look a little unfamiliar to me. Did you go to my funeral last week? What's your name?"
"My name is Leon, Leon Ryan."
"..."
"..."
Leon... Ryan?!
After hearing what Leon said, the ashes man who had put his hand on his shoulder fell silent for a moment, then squeezed his eyelids desperately, squeezing all the limited bone powder around to the position of his eyes, clearly outlining the originally blurry eyeballs.
And when he looked at Leon's appearance again with his clear eyes, the ashes that were originally evenly distributed on the ashes man began to gather frantically towards its throat, and then let out a terrified scream.
“OMG!!!!!!!!”
(End of this chapter)