Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Until late at night, Lawrence never heard the murmur of the full moon again, and the tense expression on his face finally relaxed completely.

"It seems to be working well." Renekton said with a chuckle.

A rare smile from the heart appeared on Lawrence's face, and his old and somewhat hoarse voice sounded a little happy:

"Yes, it seems I should hurry up and collect the Recorder's potion."

"The cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit just appeared a few days ago. It should not have been sold yet. I can contact you if you need it."

Klein is really a failed seller. I sold all his products.

"No problem, I will prepare the corresponding gold pounds within these two days."

Lawrence nodded slightly and answered in a very serious tone.

"Then, I wish you sweet dreams." Renekton stood up and saluted slightly.

Then he turned around and took a few steps. The figure quickly became transparent, faded and disappeared.

Silver City is now experiencing frequent lightning strikes. A bolt of lightning will fall almost every two or three seconds, illuminating the surrounding dark city walls.

Derrick carried a leather pouch on his back and held the hurricane ax tightly in his hand. There were nearly ten teammates beside him, all of whom were members of this exploration team.

In the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure walked over in a steady and steady manner, carrying two restrained straight swords crossed behind his back.

As they got closer, his pale and messy hair and his deep and dark eyes came into the eyes of the others one after another.

"Light the lamp and let's go."

Colin looked around and after confirming that all the team members were present, he spoke in a low voice.

The two members of the exploration team immediately lit the candles in the lanterns, letting the dim yellow light dimly shine through the thin leather to illuminate the surroundings.

Taking a deep breath, Derrick tightened his right hand on the hurricane ax, walked in the middle of the team, and followed the chief in the predetermined direction.

Lightning flashed continuously, making the plain fields covered with long black grass appear like a gloomy oil painting.

The exploration team walked on the road full of rugged gravel and kept going deeper.

Lightning came and went, and the thick darkness around them almost swallowed them all. Fortunately, there was dim candlelight, weakly and swayingly guarding the surrounding area.

Backlund, Minsk Street.

It was already the next morning, and Renekton was not in a hurry to go to Klein to buy the cursed object of the ancient wraith. Anyway, it would still take a day or two for Lawrence to raise funds.

Take out the human skin shadow properties purchased by Miss Justice that Klein sent over before.

On the thin mass, there are faces appearing one after another, which makes people feel dizzy.

"A large part of the Faceless Man's transformation ability comes from it. What part of the Faceless Man's ability is the Thousand-Faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland?"

"Can you easily remember the characteristics of each person, including but not limited to voice, smell, and temperament? It should also help improve your camouflage or deformation abilities."

Holding the properties of the human-skin shadow in his hands, as a subconscious reaction as a reader, Renekton has already begun to analyze in his mind the role that the properties of the human-skin shadow play in the potion of the Faceless Man, and how it of use.

By the way, I haven't asked Klein to analyze his faceless man's ability yet. It should be easier to make magical items after analyzing the characteristics of the faceless man's transformation ability.

Thinking of this, Renekton's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of purple fluorescence. His eyes easily penetrated the barriers of the walls and saw Klein who was preparing to go out in the living room.

The other party seemed to notice Renekton's gaze and looked over with a little doubt.

"My intuition has become more sensitive." Renekton commented softly, then raised his hand to open a "door" in mid-air and stepped into it.

In the room across the street, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

Klein stopped preparing to go out, took off the half-top hat he just put on and said:

"Good morning~"

"Good morning, the cursed item of the ancient resentful spirit has not been sold yet, right?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said.

Klein shook his head slightly and said:

"Not yet. I plan to find an opportunity to sell them in batches at the Extraordinary gathering I will participate in later."

"The cursed object of the ancient resentful spirit is the main material of the door path sequence six, and I happen to have a buyer here."

"Method?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then recalled Mr. Lawrence last night, and his eyes lit up:

"No problem, as long as the price he gives is right."

"He has been raising funds these past two days. I will ask him to come to you for a deal when the time comes."

While he was talking, Renekton had already walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, and said in a slightly more serious tone:

"I want to analyze the abilities of the Faceless Man, is that okay today?"

"No problem. This was agreed upon a long time ago. I thought you had forgotten it."

Klein nodded slightly in response, went to the window, closed the curtains, and glanced around the living room.

Then he took two steps forward, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on his body began to squirm, his height also increased slightly, and the color of his eyes also changed rapidly.

When he stopped, he had completely changed his image and turned into the appearance of Emlyn White's vampire, only slightly shorter.

"In addition to this core ability of the Faceless Man, the rest is to strengthen the extraordinary abilities he had before. Do you need to demonstrate it again?"

While speaking, Klein's height became shorter, the skin on his face quickly dried up, and layers of wrinkles and age spots appeared, and his eyes became cloudy.

This is what his informant in the East District, Kohler Sr., looked like.

Renekton's eyes were filled with light blue fluorescence. His sight penetrated Klein's skin and flesh and saw how the extraordinary ability to transform was operating on his body.

All the cells in his body seem to have become an independent individual, and can make some subtle adjustments according to their own needs. The specific manifestations are changes in skin, hair, body odor, and even bone height and density.

This ability to change one's own flesh and blood is completely different from Bishop Rose. It is a bit like a manifestation of the unique mythical creature form related to the fortune teller.

Renekton subconsciously rubbed his chin with his right hand. After thinking for a moment, he asked with a slightly excited tone:

"Can you change into a female form?"

"..." Klein was speechless for a moment, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to punch the opponent and said: "It can only deform the surface, but cannot actually change it."

"It seems you've already tried it!"

"Sure enough, with the ability to change one's appearance, how can one resist the urge to try it out?"

"Have you finished analyzing it?"

Klein asked with a livid face and a hoarse voice.

Mentioning the progress of the analysis, Renekton quickly calmed down the expression on his face and said with a slight frown:

"Not yet. This kind of transformation ability is a bit troublesome. Its operating mechanism is completely different from Bishop Rose's flesh magic. Every cell in your body has undergone certain changes under the transformation of the magic potion. They are transforming into independent individuals. The direction of evolution is clear, but the division of labor is clear, yet unified and orderly.”

"This is a special ability that belongs to your three paths. It is a bit troublesome to analyze, and it should be even more troublesome to use it in practice."

"You can change your appearance two more times, any image you want."

Klein nodded expressionlessly, and the other party suddenly became serious, which only made the shame and embarrassment caused by the previous question even more serious.

He raised his hand slightly, and the muscles in his hand swelled rapidly. However, because he was not that tall, the muscles he could swell were limited.

Layers of cortical scales appeared on the arms, and the color darkened rapidly.

This was what he had seen when an out-of-control Extraordinary person turned into a monster when he was in Tingen. He wanted to try to change himself into an Extraordinary aspect.

Renekton's eyes were closely watching the changes in Klein's body. From the moment he started trying to transform into the image of a monster, the cells in his body began to get a little out of control.

As his body gradually changed, Renekton could clearly see that the cells in his body were developing out of control, and he quickly stopped him:

"Stop! You are going out of control!"

Renekton frowned. In Klein's current situation, he didn't even dare to simulate purification or healing abilities to help him. The cells in his body that tended to go out of control might become the target of purification.

After a minute or two, Klein recovered, his face turned pale and he was panting.

"I want to try to transform into non-human aspects. It seems that the abilities of faceless people are still limited to the same type of species."

"The out-of-control faceless man may be able to transform across species, but at that time he will no longer be human."

Renekton continued thoughtfully.

Klein leaned on the sofa and smiled bitterly:

"I choose not to have that level of transformation ability."

"What do you mean by the special abilities that belong to our three paths just now?"

"The diviner, apprentice and thief, these three paths of mythical creature forms are somewhat unique compared to other paths. They are an aggregation of a group of bugs, more like a collective with a unified consciousness."

"Insects?" Klein was stunned for a moment. Although he knew that the Worm of Time was the carrier for Amon to create clones, he had never thought that Amon's body was a bunch of insects.

He imagined a picture of a bunch of bugs squirming and rolling into a ball in his mind, and shook his head violently. That picture was too beautiful and too sacrilegious.