The American Scripture

The hotel is located in a remote part of Hackensack, and Lance. Mitchell's address is relatively close, so there is a large forest behind it, and this forest, in the moonlight, is somewhat fuzzy, as if there is a lot of mist and cold atmosphere.

Zhen Fan pushed open the door of the hotel, and then turned to the woods behind. Behind him, several waiters stared at him, their eyes dull.

The woods seemed to be foggy. As Zhen Fan approached step by step, the fog looked like a black abyss. At first glance, I felt that the woods were all black, and I couldn’t see anything, including the trees inside. As if cut off by the fog, nothing came into the woods.

As soon as he stepped into the woods, he immediately felt the cold air penetrate his body. With a thought, Zhen Fan pressed a fingerprint in his hand, and immediately forced the cold air out of his body. However, the exposed skin can still feel the constant and cold breath rushing towards him, but it can't penetrate into Zhen Fan's body, all being blocked from outside.

This is a cold air current like a soul, Zhen Fan constantly feels the things inside from the cold breath that hits over. In other words, this should be the soul, but it is somewhat different from the general soul.

Perhaps it is an evolution, the evolution of the soul. And a special existence that can condense energy more than ordinary souls. Zhen Fan couldn't help but have many questions in her heart.

Just as he fumbled step by step and thought about walking deep in the woods, suddenly there were bursts of sharp howling in the woods. The sound of howling is longer than that of a wolf, and more stern than the sound of an owl. A strong breath suddenly poured out from the forest in front, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

The air seemed to become sticky. Zhen Fan suddenly felt a huge pressure rushing towards him like a mountain. He took a few steps back, pinched a tactic with both hands, and shouted: "Yin and yang are conjunct the essence, understand heaven and earth, practice the law, the mirror of yin and yang, the true form appears quickly. Anxious as a law, manifest!"

Pointing forward with both hands, a strong internal breath burst out from the body. With the inner breath of the method, the cold breath was immediately enveloped, and Zhen Fan shouted: "Open-heaven!"

Suddenly the mist rose up in the woods, and the moonlight was like a sharp blade, splitting the chaotic fog suddenly. Then from the opening. It faded quickly, and the woods suddenly became clear, and the powerful aura was also trapped by Zhen Fan’s tactics. A sharp whistle-like cry was heard, spreading in the woods like a shock wave of an explosion. .

"Niezha, die!" Zhen Fan said this sentence in Chinese, which is a portrayal of his current mood. The strong and cold breath just now. If it weren't for the preparations, you might have caught it. I didn't die and couldn't live long, so I was very angry!

After Zhen Fan gave a violent drink, he pushed forward with both hands, and suddenly a gust of wind swept toward the forest, and lightning flashed from above the forest in the wind.

"Stop! Stop!" Suddenly there was a voice yelling, with a desperate emphasis.

Zhen Fan's heart moved, his hands closed, and the wind suddenly stopped, and there was nothing in the woods except the moonlight, and Zhen Fan still couldn't see anything in front of her eyes. He was stunned for a while, pinched another magic trick, and read it. One sentence: "The sky is blue and the earth is clear, the yin is turbid and the sun is blue, open my eyes, the yin and yang are distinct, rush like a law, open!"

A strange sight suddenly appeared in front of him, and Zhen Fan could not help being taken aback. He said in his heart, "No wonder!" It turned out that there were more than fifty or sixty men and women in front of him. They were all of different ages and appearances. They are not the same, but they all have the same characteristic, which is the soul.

For the evolved souls, even though Zhen Fan had used the ghost eye technique just now, he still couldn't see them clearly. Only when he opened his dark eyes could they see their form clearly. Obviously, the Yin Qi of these souls is very heavy, and ordinary ghost eye techniques cannot see them clearly.

"Who are you!" At this time, a person walked out of the group of souls. Obviously, this person was hiding behind him. At this time, he couldn't hide, so he came out. He was a little jealous of Zhen Fan, and he suffered a loss in this contest.

"Who are you?" Zhen Fan frowned. You should ask yourself this, because he is the winner.

The man was very burly, middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary, a dark T-shirt and jeans. He hesitated after hearing what Zhen Fan said, but after thinking about it, he said, "I am Lance Mitchell. , Can you tell me who you are now? Why did you come here?"

"You're Lance Mitchell?" Zhen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this person's self-declaration. It seems that this person does have something special.

"Do you know me?" The middle-aged man was a little strange.

"Lance Mitchell, male, white race, born in 1973, lived in California when he was a child, and later his parents divorced and moved to Hackensack, New Jersey with his mother. , A small city, living there until now.” Zhen Fan told his experience like an endorsement.

"You graduated from a local community college. You have worked as a waiter, a car mechanic, and most importantly, when you were 30, you were sentenced to three months in prison for beating your wife. After you were released from prison, you lived alone. . Am I right?" Zhen Fan continued to carry his experience.

"That's right, that's why you found me?" Lance. Mitchell asked calmly.

"No, no, this does not constitute the reason why I am interested in you." Zhen Fan shook his head, "Can you tell me what happened? Why are there so many souls of these people? It's all you Collected?"

"Are you a member of the government?" Lance. Mitchell seemed to be a little awake, gritted his teeth, "I knew you would find here sooner or later, I had expected this day, would you arrest me?"

"No, I'm not a member of the government, let alone arrest you!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "Can you tell me why these souls gather in this forest? What are you collecting for?"

Lance. Mitchell heard this, frowned, thought it over, and said, "First of all, I want to declare that none of these people were killed by me. They either died of illness or died by accident. There are many ways to die, and they They can gather into souls after death, so I will gather them here to save them from wandering around. You know, this will kill a lot of people!"

Zhen Fan frowned, calmly, neither affirmed nor denied, and asked: "What's the matter with that hotel? The waiters and operators there, I know what kind of state they are like, and you what is the relationship?"

"They?" Lance. Mitchell sneered, "They are a group of people who have lost their souls."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because of wealth, these people are not dead because they are lucky!" Mitchell sneered and looked at Zhen Fan. "It is said that there is a lot of money buried under this hotel, but the owner of the hotel has never found it. They dare not hire outsiders as waiters. Secret. Haha, but what they don’t know is that it’s not a secret. Now almost everyone in Hackensack knows about it. Everyone takes it as a joke, only they take it for real. It’s ridiculous. ,a bunch of idiots!"

Mitchell cursed, then spit on the ground, looking at Zhen Fan: "Okay, I have said everything I should say, now you either kill me or let me go!"

Zhen Fan looked at the souls, and those souls suddenly stepped back a long way in fear. They were a little scared of Zhen Fan's terrifying abilities, so stay away from him as much as possible.

"I was looking for you!" Zhen Fan said.

"Looking for me?" Lance stared at Zhen Fan suddenly. He was extremely surprised. Obviously he had never revealed his ability in front of outsiders, but someone came to him, and he was even more powerful than him. There is no doubt about his ability to control the soul.

"Yes, since I checked your treatment, I definitely won't find the wrong person. Do you know a person named Tuan Wang? Chinese, old man!" Zhen Fan asked.

"do not know!"

"Then where does your ability to control the soul come from?" Zhen Fan frowned.

"I don't know. Just one day, I was able to see people's souls and control them, as if it were God's will!" Mitchell said, fearing that Zhen Fan would not believe, "You are Kill me, I said the same, this is a gift from God!"

"God's gift?" Zhen Fan obviously didn't believe it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but obviously he couldn't ask anything. "Go, the souls you collected in this forest will change this forest sooner or later. Become a killer trap, if...I hope you can let them go and let them return to their space!"

"I don't know what to do!" Mitchell shook his head. "I also want to let them go, but once they are let go, Hackensack City will become uneasy. After all, they can exist here. , There will always be trouble!"

"Leave this to me! I'll do it!" Zhen Fan nodded at him, "As long as you agree."

"I think about it!" Mitchell looked at Zhen Fan, "Can I go now?"

"Of course, but I will still go to your house tomorrow morning. I hope you will be at home by then." Zhen Fan said and nodded to him, "I want to talk to you, not in this situation!"

"Well, I promise you!" Mitchell said, turning around and walking towards the other side of the woods. When Mitchell left, the souls gathered here suddenly scattered everywhere, not knowing where they hid in the woods. I don't know what Mitchell has set up around the woods, anyway these souls can't get out of this woods! (To be continued...)