Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 822 Witness

Our psychic society is facing a crisis. The only way to get out of this predicament is to merge into your yarn ball association?

Facing the "solicitation" from the evil prince, the female psychic sitting on the roadside stone no longer knew what expression to use in reply.

I remember that when I was flying over the observatory last night, an old liar from the divination club stopped my flying carpet and said that she was about to be in trouble. She had to pay her brother-in-law in the numerology club to sort out the trajectory of her destiny, otherwise she would definitely be in trouble tomorrow. Big deal.

At that time, I almost laughed out loud. When he said shit, he cursed a few words and left immediately. At the same time, he handed over two reporting letters to the people in the fortune-telling club and the numerology club, reminding them to take care of the deception and abduction. I think that old liar actually got it right...

In the spirit of having gone through a similar situation before, and in the spirit of "people can't always disbelieve in evil", the middle-aged female psychic finally couldn't help but ask after being silent for a while:

"What crisis do you mean specifically?"

"Hmm...can't the secret technique of summoning spirits be used to calculate?"

After thinking for a moment, Leon gave an example:

"Just like what I did just now, if you don't agree to merge, I will make an agreement with the souls of the dead world. From now on, when you use the secret technique of seance, you will directly block the door of the dead and not let a single soul out. "

“…”

The source of the co-authorship crisis is you! !

The evil prince's words were so angry that stars appeared in her eyes. The middle-aged female medium, who had lost her strength, supported the stone with her hands and gritted her teeth angrily:

"Are you worthy? Although I am the acting president of the psychic club, my level is only among the top five. There are several psychics who are more powerful than me! They may not be yours. …”

"As long as they are psychics, they guarantee that they can't do anything to me."

After interrupting the middle-aged female psychic, Leon introduced himself with a smile:

"In addition, although I am still alive, the Gate of the Dead in the Realm of Death is indeed under my control. As long as I don't nod and let it go, I guarantee that you won't even be able to cry out the soul of a dog."

"Nonsense! The person guarding the Gate of the Dead is obviously the God of Death, how could you..."

"Are you so ill-informed?"

Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"As a medium who often communicates with the dead, you don't know that the guarding dog of death is gone?"

"No more? Why no more?!"

"Being eaten."

Being eaten? !

The middle-aged female medium asked with disbelief:

"That's a true god! Who can eat a true god?"

"I."

"?!!"

"Aren't you psychics able to communicate with the souls of the dead? If you don't believe it, why don't you just ask a few familiar souls to find out?"

“…”

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 he summoned, the middle-aged female psychic finally reached into the small satchel at her waist. Hesitantly, he took out a small jar of moon-white bone powder.

"This is another secret technique of the psychic club. It is mainly used to communicate with the recently deceased."

As if aware of Leon's curiosity, the Cat Witch on the side turned her head slightly and explained in a low voice:

“After obtaining the consent of the deceased’s family, the psychic medium of the psychic club can take half of the bones of the deceased and burn them together with herbs, sacrifices, clay and other materials to create a container that can temporarily hide the soul of the deceased.

If the souls of the dead who have been summoned have not lost their memories on the [Path of No Return], or have stayed in the [City of Regret] because of obsessions, they can use these ashes to appear and answer some questions..."

Following the Cat King's explanation, the middle-aged female medium took out another bottle of red and black potion, rubbed the bone powder in the palm of her hand, and then held it with her hand and blew hard forward.

"puff!"

The slightly sticky moon-white particles dispersed with the wind, and then seemed to fall on something, hanging in the air in an extremely strange manner. As the number of ashes blown out by the female medium continued to increase, those particles stuck to some The dust on the "thing" finally gradually formed a relatively clear picture. "Marlena?"

The transparent ashes' eyes with unclear outlines opened, and he looked hard at the complicated-looking female medium in front of him. After barely identifying who it was, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"I just died last week. You have questions to ask me so soon?"

"teacher…"

After bowing slightly to the ashes, the middle-aged female medium asked eagerly:

"I want to ask you something. Has the God of Death, the guard guarding the Gate of the Dead, been eaten by someone?"

"Even you know about this..."

Hearing this, the ashes first opened their eyes in surprise, then nodded and said:

"About two months ago, a madman from the Cleanup Bureau passed by the Gate of the Dead. He probably wanted to go to the world of death to do something, but he was eaten by the guarding God of Death.

Then, perhaps because he was offended, he killed the guarding God of Death in turn, and also pulled out the heart of the guarding God of Death, and hugged him directly in front of a group of death messengers who came to find out the news. I started chewing on it in my hand...tsk, tsk, tsk..."

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The wrinkled ashes man seemed to have a very gossipy personality, and he said with a look of wonder on his face:

"Let me tell you, there is still a pool of blood behind the Gate of the Dead, which is where the guarding God of Death was killed. When the Gate of the Dead was more active, you can occasionally see the [Death Replay] of the original scene. You must go and take a look after you die.

Oh, yes, you can watch it, but don’t tell others after watching it. The masters of the dead world don’t seem to like the dead talking about this matter. They don’t even let the person’s name be mentioned. I just said a little while passing by the Palace of Bones. I overheard something, and I remember that person’s name seemed to be Li... Li, what kind of favor..."

"Leon Lane."

"Yes, yes, that should be the name!"

The ears outlined by bone powder twitched slightly. After hearing the voice coming from behind, the ashes turned around happily, squinted his eyes and looked at the Evil Prince and the Cat Witch, and then asked with appreciation:

"You can actually find out about the world of death. You are very well-informed... Are you two the new mediums in the club?"

"No, we are members of the Yarn Ball Association."

Leon shook his head, then said with a smile:

"But it doesn't matter, we can be considered a family soon."

"Haha, okay! Just be a family~"

He patted the evil prince affectionately on the shoulder and expressed his appreciation for the outstanding junior. After leaving a handprint of ashes on his clothes, the ashes man asked with a smile:

"Young man, I think you're a bit unfamiliar. Did you go to my funeral last week? What's your name?"

"My name is Leon, Leon Lane."

“…”

“…”

Leon...Ryan? !

After hearing Leon's words, the ashes who put their hands on his shoulders couldn't help but remained silent for a moment, and then squeezed his eyelids desperately, squeezing all the limited bone powder around to the position of the eyes, clearly outlining the originally rather blurry eyeballs. come out.

And when he looked at Leon's appearance again with his clear eyes, the ashes that were originally evenly distributed on the ashes began to gather crazily towards its throat, and then let out a horrifying scream. Call.

“OMG!!!!”

(End of chapter)