Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 431 The Wanderer

Orsay.

Fang Xian, wearing a mask, appeared outside Dr. Miller's clinic.

Looking at the cordon that had been set up and the police officers patrolling the perimeter, he couldn't help but shake his head: "It's really late..."

According to the 'distance', he should still be on the ferry now, and he was teleported here secretly.

After all, if you really come here by transportation slowly, you can almost wait to collect Love's body and attend the memorial service by the way.

Even now, it was a lot too late, after all, there was a process of delivering letters in the past.

'I hope Love is still alive...'

Fang Xian clearly remembered that before his memory recovered, he was tricked by Shala into Stewart's lakeside villa, and when he was attacked, Love shot and killed the heretic.

"The letter said very briefly, it is roughly that he disappeared during the investigation..."

Fang Xian looked at the sky.

Night fell quickly.

A person constantly in the cabin arouses suspicion, but at night there is not much of a problem.

The night gave Fang Xian the best cover.

He didn't go directly to search the clinic, because there must be investigators hiding around to watch secretly.

Fang Xian has a better way, directly summoning the invisible messenger. The Wind Chaser Hound is not only an excellent messenger and courier, but also an excellent investigator and thief.

It has discovered hidden investigators and is just around the corner.

This kind of family of the ancient ruler is originally chaotic and bloodthirsty.

It couldn't wait to rush to that person's hidden position, bite off the other's neck, and drink the other's fountain of life.

Fortunately, Fang Xian controlled the dog's leash and firmly stopped it from this impulse.

"Go to the clinic and bring out an item from the murder scene."

Fang Xian passed the order.

There was a flash in the sky, and the hound disappeared. Just ten seconds later, a blood-stained scalpel fell from mid-air and was firmly caught by Fang Xian.

"Good dog!"

He chuckled, gripped the scalpel tightly, and started channeling.

Investigators with high enough inspiration can feel some information through various items that have been contaminated with supernatural power.

But Fang Xian believes that no investigator can see as clearly as himself.

His thinking became chaotic, and his soul seemed to have escaped from his body.

The surrounding night is even more aggressive, bringing a dangerous atmosphere.

In such an atmosphere, Fang Xian entered the pool like a drop of ink.

The pitch-black lines quickly outlined a scene.

It was a doctor man in a white coat. His mouth was split open, reaching directly to the base of his ears. His pupils were full of bloodshot eyes. He was lying on the ground, his head trembling in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, he raised his head, showing his blood-stained chin, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened: "Don't... don't come here..."

……

'Did you notice me?This is impossible. '

Fang Xian continued to observe.

He saw in the void, a translucent 'jellyfish' with octopus-like tentacles, emitting a dazzling and mysterious purple brilliance, like a brilliant star.

'Family of the Starry Sky! '

Just seeing the other party for the first time, Fang Xian's name inexplicably appeared in Fang Xian's heart.

Hiss!

The next moment, the many tentacles of the Starry Sky Familia were dancing like a python, making a hissing sound.

The scene that was channeled was shattered instantly.

Fang Xian came back to his senses and recited the mantra.

A layer of black mist emerged, covering him, turning him into a decent black robe.

"The bird with broken wings is my name, eat your pain to feed my heart."

Amid the sound of the incantation, a big black bird emerged with broken wings and dirty scales, but its wings were six or seven meters long, allowing Fang Xian to easily stand on its back.

The broken-winged bird soared in mid-air, and not long after, Fang Xian saw the dense forest and the cave.

'The other party once stayed here, but not for long...'

Pursuing the sense of inspiration that seems to be absent, Fang Xian slapped the bird with broken wings.

It vibrates its wings, hides in the clouds, and moves quickly.

The speed of the bird with broken wings was astonishing. In less than half an hour, Fang Xian arrived at the place where the inspiration was traced.

'This is... the city of Marcello? '

Fang Xian looked at the landmark, thought for a while and then recalled: "It is already far away from Orsay... If the investigators over there want to find this place, in addition to a psychic master, they must also have an airplane. "

He withdrew the spell, looked at the street signs, and walked into a small town on the outskirts of the city.

Clarion Town.

That's the name of the place.

It was still night, not even midnight.

The only bar in the town was still open, and there were noises from drunkards.

'Something feels wrong...'

Fang Xian looked at the night sky here. If he was an ordinary person or an investigator, he probably wouldn't feel anything.

But in his eyes, the night sky here and the light of the stars all had a hint of strange purple.

He thought for a while and walked towards the town.

"Go away, you dirty beggar!"

At the entrance of the bar, a guy who looked like a homeless man was thrown out.

A bearded fat man with a tattoo on his arm spat on him: "You're not welcome here, homeless!"

Fang Xian looked at the homeless man.

He was about 40 years old, with stubble all over his face, tattered clothes, a bad smell on his body, and confusion in his eyes.

"This gentleman... are you all right?"

Fang Xian opened his mouth and asked a question.

"I have no idea……"

The homeless man was full of confusion, but Fang Xian could tell that although his body was sloppy, the skin under the dirt was well maintained, and there were no calluses on his hands. He didn't look like a homeless man, but rather an entrepreneur who had just gone bankrupt .

'In a small town, there are still such bankrupts?Why do you feel a little uncoordinated? '

Fang Xian originally wanted to leave, but was suddenly inspired, and asked again: "What's your name? Where is your home?"

At this time, the homeless man stood up slowly, his eyes rolled, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he said blankly: "I...forgot..."

If anyone else had said that, Fang Xianba would have punched him.

He even forgot what his name was. Could it be that he was hit by a car and lost his memory?
But now, he chooses to believe!

He really felt the pain in the homeless man's heart.

"It's okay... I'll treat you to a good meal."

He smiled and led the bum into the bar.

"This guest...do you want to take him into our shop?"

The big man who blocked the way just now appeared again.

"Yes, I pay for him, do you know any news about him?"

Being able to touch one's own inspiration is roughly a clue.

The fat and strong man like a bodyguard was startled when he heard the words, and rubbed his head: "I don't know... He suddenly appeared in the small town a week ago. No one knew him, but he just insisted on refusing to leave, as if he was lost. Something... At first we helped him, but sir, everyone's kindness is limited."

"I see."

Fang Xian smiled and handed over a few banknotes: "Give me two glasses of beer, and one of the best food in your bar."

(End of this chapter)