Primordial Sequence

The assistant put the two items on the ground. The Molten Flame Dog sniffed and pushed the paper aside, then howled at the pen. When Rogers heard this, he looked at the blood-eroded painting and his eyes shrank.

"Sorry, my dog ​​told me he sensed danger on this piece of paper, but he can help you find the owner of the pen."

The assistant nodded, "That's troublesome. Let's track down the owner of this pen."

As soon as the Melting Flame Dog heard the black smoke all over its body, it turned into a harmless puppy and ran outside. The assistant picked up the things and chased after him.

Rogers looked at their backs, sniffed, and had a strange look on his face. "How can this blood have the aura of a high-order person? Is the Church of the Sun hunting for a high-order person?"

…

The dog ran in front, and the assistant chased behind. After chasing for about half an hour, one person and one dog came to the Rhine River. The Molten Dog circled around a cloud of ashes, and the assistant also saw the ashes on the ground.

"What is this? Horse hoof prints, where's the horse?" Upon hearing this, the Molten Flame Dog spit out lava at the ashes, and a stream of black gas disappeared in the ashes.

"This? The power of Sequence One? Isn't it Sequence Four? Why did another Sequence One appear? This matter is too complicated." The assistant complained regretfully.

The Melting Flame Dog sniffed left and right and went straight to the Cadde City First Civil Hospital. Unexpectedly, after it arrived at the hospital, it stopped at the entrance of the hospital and wandered around in confusion because the smell disappeared.

As soon as the assistant saw that the dog was not leaving, and this was a hospital with complicated abortions, he knew there was no chance. He waved his hand and prepared to leave, silently complaining to himself, why do you like to meddle in other people's business?

"Woo, woof woof"

The barking of the dog interrupted the assistant's thoughts. Following its gaze, he saw a female bunny in white clothes, looking at the dog quietly. As soon as the assistant saw the bunny, he thought A second-level transcendent from Caldecott City, "Ms. Witch Doctor Su Lan, an extremely powerful pharmacist."

"Ms. Damo Sulan, am I not disturbing you? This is the Molten Dog of the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures. We are tracking a criminal."

Su Lan nodded and looked at the Melting Flame Dog with calm eyes. Her lips moved but she didn't make a sound. When the dog looked at it, he hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the ground obediently.

"I think he misunderstood. Are you okay? I'm leaving, Mr. Prayer."

The assistant smiled and said, "Of course, in the church's records, Ms. Su Lan has always been an extraordinary person who loves life and peace. I also think this dog is wrong. What we are chasing is a Sequence Four."

Su Lan touched the dog's head and said calmly, "Then I wish you good luck. I'm really gone. I'm dissecting the body."

As soon as the dog saw that Su Lan was gone, he stretched his legs and ran away as if relieved, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The assistant covered his hair, "Oh, Sun God, my IQ must be negative. What have I done this day? I also went back to sleep. It's been a long day."

Su Lan walked away and straightened her clothes with a smile on her face, "What on earth did you do last night? Mr. Camus..."

…

Camus was lying on the bed and resting at home. There was a picture frame on the table next to him. The black door in the picture frame suddenly opened a corner, and a black air flow floated out from the picture frame and went straight to Camus. between the eyebrows.

"call……"

Just when he was about to reach Kamius' eyebrows, a golden brilliance suddenly appeared in the air and hit the black airflow. After being hit, the black airflow suddenly retracted into the picture frame, and the door in the picture frame also It closed instantly.

"Click..."

An extremely small crack appeared on the edge of the picture frame, and two noisy voices came from the picture frame.

"Damn it, that woman is finally gone and we don't have to hide anymore."

"The guy outside doesn't seem to be easy to deal with. My soul tentacles were beaten back. What should I do now?"

"Oh my God, we've been hiding for two whole epochs, and that damn bastard actually sealed a monster in. I don't know what's going on outside? Is that old bastard still alive?"

"It's been two epochs. Unless he advanced to a higher rank, he would have died long ago. 'Damn Shadow Knight Geraint'. I must seal him into the frame so that he can enjoy this damn dark world."

"In order to avoid that woman, we voluntarily fell asleep. We have no strength anymore. The man outside is a makeup artist. Don't let him see the problem, otherwise we will be finished."

"Jerry, I want to drink, I want to go fishing, I want to listen to the harp, I'm going crazy."

"Shut up Tom, do you want him to find us? We are too weak."

…

Early the next morning, Camus yawned and got up. He looked out the window, then looked at the clock next to him and smiled happily.

"This was a real sleep. I didn't expect that I slept all day and all night. It was so relaxing."

Camus twisted up and climbed out of bed, washed up and went downstairs with a few books in his arms.

"Good morning, Ms. Nicole, you seem to be in a good mood. I think it's time for you to trim your cat's hair. Cats that shed their hair are a big problem."

Kamiu went downstairs holding his hands and saw Nicole sitting on the sofa in a daze. The black cat was rolling on the sofa. It would leave a pile of fur on the sofa before it rolled around.

Nicole tilted her head and clasped her chin in a daze. Kamius walked over and put the book in her arms on the table.

"Mr. Cashew, are you up? Could you please make me a cup of coffee?"

"call out"

As a cup flew over from the air, a jar of coffee, sugar, and a hot water bottle also flew over. Nicole continued to be in a daze when she saw that everything was ready.

Kamiao looked at the pile of things and twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you have nothing to do, you can read a book. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. If you want to continue to be dazed, I have no objection."

Nicole looked at Camus seriously, "When will you help me take revenge?"

Camus brewed the coffee and added some sugar, with a pity expression on his face.

"Coffee in the morning is not good. Maybe I should buy some black tea. You haven't answered my question yet, Ms. Nicole."

"Mr. Cardiff has just left. He said he would go to District 9 and the port to see if any adventurers have brought back potion materials. He asked me to tell you that he will be back in the evening."

Camus sorted out the books and took a sip of coffee. "Oh, it's so comfortable. This is life in the true sense. It's the first time I've seriously sat down to read a book and drink coffee. As for your question, don't you think so?" Don’t you want to take revenge yourself?”

Nicole shook her head, "I can't leave this house. Even if I leave, I won't be able to find the damn butcher. Also, it's time for my wages to be paid. I want to eat my soul."

Camus twitched the corner of his mouth, took out an ordinary soul from the mirror and threw it to her, "Eat quickly, don't disturb my reading mood, everyone should be quiet, okay?"

Nicole looked at the sluggish soul, opened her big mouth and bit off his neck, then crushed the soul into a ball and threw it into her mouth, with an intoxicated look on her face.

Kamius rubbed his eyebrows and opened "The Redemption of the Faceless Man". The first page of the book introduced this book. This is a book that combines "media theory", "space theory" and "time theory". , the "Soul Principles" books.

Camus read it seriously, sometimes suddenly enlightened, sometimes frowning, and it was night in the blink of an eye. Camus had to stop reading because of the protest of her stomach.

"No wonder it is said that the real transcendent is in the second stage. It turns out that the three abilities of the makeup artist are all paving the way for the faceless ones. I finally saw the shadow of the third usage, the 'curse method'."