Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

1929, Chicago, USA.

Wei Mingye stood on a tall building. The square in the Chicago office was dark and full of people. The sun was shrouded by dark clouds, and the oppressive atmosphere in the windless square was ignited with a loud shout.

The crowd was like a series of detonated explosive barrels. They walked around the square holding high the banner "The Chicago office charges high registration fees for registering identity information." Curses were heard constantly, and everyone was like a crazed beast. , wishing to destroy the entire Chicago office.

Suddenly, screams came from the crowd. It seemed that ordinary people had a conflict with the occultist or other people. The crowd instantly dispersed like water droplets falling on the ground.

Dozens of people were alienated from the crowd. Some of them were ordinary people and some were occultists. They fought together and vented their anger with barbaric behavior.

Soon, no one among the dozens of people could stand up, and the bright red blood on the square was shocking. It didn't take long for the police and ambulance personnel to arrive and carry away the injured people, and the farce ended.

What's even more dramatic is that the door of the Chicago office was closed from the beginning to the end of the farce. From ordinary employees to the top floor of the office, no one came forward to stop the farce from happening.

The crystal ball in Wei Mingye's hand repeated what had just happened. He put the crystal ball back into the space ring and gave the office a disgusted middle finger.

This is not over yet. Guess why the office door is closed so early in the morning? Wei Mingye has been hanging around the square recently when some people in the office are off work. Just yesterday, he got some reliable information.

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"Damn it, I have to go to work during the day and work in a bar at night. It's so tiring! I won't do it anymore!" The young man on the left cursed as the two staff members walked together.

"Hey! Don't say that. Think about how much money you get from working in a bar these days?" said the person next to him.

"More is more, but it's too tiring! And you also know how strict the ban on alcohol is when the prohibition order is issued. If we are found to be selling alcohol in an underground bar..."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it supported on top? The office is short of money recently, everyone knows."

"Haha... I'm not afraid of overeating and stuffing myself to death!"

"Don't say that, look at it. Recently, no one comes to complain about our absenteeism at work. Isn't this welfare very good?"

The above were all recorded yesterday by Wei Mingye following two office employees with a video ball.

Today, Wei Mingye decided to do something big.

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1929, the most serious era of racial discrimination.

Humans discriminate against occultists, and occultists discriminate against humans. After a gunshot, Adam Ayer fell in a pool of blood.

"He... committed suicide..." Sonnet's voice trembled.

"It's because the occultist's blood is too dirty... He won't be willing to join you until death?" the thin girl said lazily.

"The group of comatose mystics behind you are the original victims, right... Do you want to take them back to the Hand of Reshaping?" Vertin looked directly at the thin girl with a burning gaze.

"We all have the same purpose. Before the 'heavy rain' comes, we all want to recruit useful people." The skinny girl's tone was as sticky as honey in a jar.

"These seven people are not breathing! How much do you hate humans to kill?!" Sonnet couldn't restrain his anger and almost shouted.

"Haha..." The thin girl turned the pistol nonchalantly, "Do you think, in this historical massacre, should it be a human being or a occultist who died?"

"No one deserves to die," Vertin said categorically, "Innate talent differences are not a reason to take away life!"

The skinny girl's body lit up with golden light, and everyone was shocked, but it was too late to stop the transmission of the spell.

"In my opinion, whether you are a human or a mystic, surviving is the best... Goodbye, sir."

The skinny girl disappeared from the spot together with the seven people, leaving only the stock donation contract scattered on the ground.

"She left a trail of stolen goods, I'll take care of it." Sonnet was about to burn the contract when Vertin stopped him.

"Wait a minute Sonnet," said Wilding. "The address on the contract... the Polypotion Bar, Walden Pond..."

After thinking about it, Vertin said: "Sonnet, report the itinerary to the headquarters. Our next goal is to go to Walden Pond to look for clues."

"Yes."

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The burnt grass is the scar of the past, and the spreading black blends with the dim sky. Wei Mingye walked on the charred land, with charred and dry trees lying scattered on the ground. This place used to be a forest, but now only the remains of the trees and a faint smell of smoke are left.

"Those ghosts are afraid of you, the visiting occultist." The huge charred tree looked like the skeleton of the black dragon. On a branch, a girl lazily leaned on it.

"Hello Miss Mistletoe, I'm here to wait for my friend." Wei Mingye glared at the ghost who was too close to him, and the ghost was so frightened that it flew far away.

"Your friends?" Mistletoe arranged her golden hair carelessly, "The forest told me that they are in danger now."

"It's okay, they can escape with their abilities." Wei Mingye simply leaned against the tree trunk, his black clothes blending in with the burnt tree trunk. Unless you look carefully, you wouldn't be able to spot someone standing under the tree trunk.

"Well, they are here." After a while, Mistletoe said.

Wilding and a floating Apple with a bow tie are running towards this direction, followed by hundreds of black ghosts behind them. Although Mr. APPLE tries his best to attack, these ghosts continue to increase in number.

"Do you need my help?" Mistletoe said.

"No need." Wei Mingye took out two talismans from his sleeves and poured some spiritual power into them. The talismans suddenly glowed and turned into fragments and disappeared into the air.

The sky suddenly brightened, and two bolts of thunder fell from the sky, instantly scattering hundreds of ghosts.

"Hoo, ho..." Vertin stopped and looked around, but found no one else.

"Hello, visiting occultist." Vertin looked up and found a blond girl leaning on a branch.

"I am the forest owner of this forest, Mistletoe..." As soon as he finished speaking, one of Mistletoe's high heels fell off.

Vertin reached out and caught it.

"I'm sorry." Mistletoe apologized. She moved her fingers, and a vine emerged from the soil and wrapped around the high heels. Mistletoe stretched out its foot and the vine rose a few meters to help Mistletoe put on the high heels.

"Are you going deep into the forest to find the orange-haired girl?" Mistletoe slowly walked down the stairs woven with countless vines to Vertin's side.

"Yes."

"She was safe, she got into a dark green Bentley and drove northwest."

Wilding opened the map and said, "The northwest exit, it seems that Lake Walden is very close."

"You're going to Walden Pond? It looks like you're also going to the Rainstorm Rally."

"Rainstorm rally?" Vertin was a little surprised.

"It's a gathering of elite occultists from various states. In addition, celebrities and ordinary regulars who are familiar with the bar owner are also invited.

I guess... the routine is just the usual dueling spectacle, an overly noisy banquet and the announcement of "good news". "

"You know what the 'good news' is? Ms. Mistletoe," Mr. Apple said.

"Not interested." Mistletoe shook her head, "However, if you want to know the content of the 'good news', you might as well bring my invitation to have a look. This is a party in a speakeasy, and the threshold for entry is the invitation. and a $50,000 stock certificate."

"We originally had a contract, but it was burned by a friend of ours."

"Well...it seems that you have come here with nothing. In 1929, people no longer need to pay in cash. With the intervention of occultism, stock trading has been surprisingly convenient."

"Hmm...it seems to be somewhat different from the history I know." Mr. Apple pondered.

"If you still want to attend the gathering, for the sake of your friends helping me clean up the ghosts, please accept this gift contract." Mistletoe offered a gift contract of fifty thousand dollars.

Vertin signed it without hesitation, so that they could enter the gathering... But who was the friend that the mistletoe was talking about?

"By the way, don't you talk to your friends?" Mistletoe looked at the dry trunk.

Wei Mingye came over, and Wei Ting discovered that there was a person standing under the tree trunk. Mr. Apple was also surprised.

"Vilting, we meet again." Wei Mingye said, "My mission was completed early, so I wanted to meet you here. Now that we have met, you might as well let me communicate directly with Ms. Z."

"Who are you?" asked Wilding.

"I'm just a wandering occultist, and no camp has ever offered me an olive branch. Vertin, please think clearly, which camp doesn't want a person who can walk in "Heavy Rain"?"

Vertin was silent for a moment and then said: "Okay, I will inform Ms. Z later."

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