kiss

The soft and tender flesh covered the pale skin, and in just a few breaths, it grew into a human form. The members of the [Craftsman] were horrified, and without thinking, they opened several more wooden boxes, sparks burst, and failed to destroy this strange creature, but a brooch and a silver box rolled out from the meat.

That is the [protagonist] Ben wore in his clothes and another contaminant he borrowed.

The black pollution as thin as a spider web shuttled between the skin and flesh, "sealing" the wound. The member couldn't help but take a step back, vaguely feeling that he stepped on something, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him.

He subconsciously ignored the flower vines that had filled the room. They were clustered with growing flesh balls, many of which had already rested on the craftsman's shoulders, secretly and slowly infecting him with energy.

When the member came to his senses, the flesh mass in front of him had grown into a naked human figure. Long silver hair rolled down his bare shoulders, and he looked very peaceful and tranquil. Looking at each other, the uneasiness in the members' hearts strangely disappeared.

He even thought, "I can trust this person." But thinking of the crazy scene just now, the member who had been in contact with the pollutants came to his senses instantly and realized that he had been affected. He took out something from his pocket and threw it on the ground at lightning speed. With a bang, toxic smoke filled the room. When the toxic smoke was dispersed by energy, there was no one there.

How come all these people have a piece of mobile equipment?

Mason was caught off guard, and the swirling vines searched around. Suddenly, he had an idea, and sank his consciousness into the darkness, arriving in front of the World Tree.

Virtual threads floated in the air, connecting Canaan to the sounds of reality. Following the tenuous connection that had just been established, it took Mason a lot of effort to vaguely find the direction.

It was a consciousness that was fading away, with faint emotions such as [alertness], [fear], [peace], [terrible], etc. The energy that had just affected him gradually dissipated as the distance went away. Mason could only roughly grasp a direction, and then he completely lost contact.

He opened his eyes again, and after confirming that he could not catch up, he had to give up and check the place first.

He found a body bag under the floor, which contained several severed limbs that seemed to be used to feed the contaminants. Then, Mason walked to the table and picked up the storybook.

The cover had a strange feel, like dried human skin. He opened the book and found the pages were stained with blood. Many parts of the pages seemed to have been deliberately modified, making the whole story seem even more bizarre and terrifying.

For example, the names of the protagonists are all covered with a thick layer of red, and the word "Leprechaun Pika" is written in crooked handwriting, which is obviously a deliberate creation in the later stage. For another example, in the story before the modification, the Leprechaun Pika was just caught after stealing, but after the modification, he became a vengeful monster that feeds on humans.

He rummaged around and found a few clothes and a familiar object in the closet. Looking at it, Mason sighed silently, put on a piece of clothing at random, picked up the contaminants, and turned to leave. As he walked, his face gradually became ordinary again.

This is obviously a temporary base, probably built just to test the ability of this pollutant. The rest of the processing will be left to the church.

The church members who had been waiting nearby saw him coming out, and the leader, Santo, immediately came up to him and said, "Sir Son of God, are you okay?"

The perception of the fairy Pica was too sharp. They were too close to it a few times before and couldn't see its shadow. This time, they had to withdraw and finally caught the tail of the seal. Mason shook his head and took out the storybook.

"The person ran away, probably heading east. The seal is here. I found some human remains in the house, I don't know if they belong to the victims."

The person next to Santo hurriedly took out the chain used for sealing and wrapped it around the storybook. The storybook reacted violently and twisted, and the green-skinned monster on the surface had a ferocious look on its face. Mason expressionlessly slapped it with a flower vine, causing the rebellious storybook to wilt instantly.

The church members who didn't see the flower vines were somewhat surprised to see the seal suddenly quiet down, and they immediately sealed it and put it in the box. Santo said, "Thank you for your hard work. Although it's a pity that the [Craftsman] members ran away, the mission of this trip has been completed, and the church will continue to hunt them down."

Mason nodded, thinking about the information on the second floor wholeheartedly: "Then I'll leave it to you. When can you give me the authority over the library?"

"It should be almost finished with the review by the time we get back."

So what are you waiting for?

Although I want to say this, the premise of going back must be to deal with the follow-up here. Mason simply responded with a few words and was about to leave for a rest when Santo called him again.

"Sir, where should your reward be sent?"

Mason paused for a moment, not expecting to be rewarded. He turned to look at Santo: "What's the reward?"

"A chance for purification, ownership of a D-class seal, and..."

The church's purification is extremely expensive for ordinary people and even bloodline people, but the Son of God himself is the most powerful purifier. As for D-level sealed objects, the church has many of them and they can be retrieved at any time. Santo thought about it and found that the last one was not worth mentioning.

"4,000 roubles."

Mason slowly raised his head and said calmly, "Send it directly to my room."

He was once a prodigal son who was ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

Until one day he went to a dessert shop and experienced something unforgettable. The fact that he had to bring money was deeply engraved in Mason's mind.

In life, without money, you can't do anything!

Santo worked very quickly, and when Mason returned to the rest area, he received his reward soon.

Robbie is a small disc made of silver. The front is printed with the emblem of the parliament, a sword and a snake defending a shield. The back is engraved with the symbol of the church. The weight of a full bag makes people feel heavy. Mason put away the purse with satisfaction and focused his attention on the D-level seal.

Mission rewards are not chosen randomly, but are distributed by the nobles of the city. Mason met the other party when he came. He was a very kind young man.

The sealed object he sent was a dagger with a dull black blade. On the box was a piece of letter with information about the sealed object written on it.

[D-level sealed object "Kiss", the appearance is a pitch-black dagger, no reflection. It is extremely sharp, and the person stabbed will experience one of the following states: weakness, bleeding, loss of concentration, dizziness, and sleepiness, and the duration is determined by the physical condition. This sealed object was born from a person of female blood, and has a certain activity. It will release pollution when used, tempting the user to mutate and degenerate. Please pay attention to regular purification. ]

The choice of the seal showed the nobleman's painstaking efforts and flattery. For ordinary bloodline people, this seal was undoubtedly a death warrant. But for the church that could purify pollution, it was equivalent to giving Mason a life-saving artifact.

He was a little curious about what the so-called activation was, so he immediately unlocked the chain and picked up the dagger. A cold and dark breath climbed up along the palm of his hand. Mason stabbed the table casually, and the five-centimeter-thick solid wood tabletop cracked with the knife, easier than cutting tofu. Mason silently pulled out the knife and looked at the dagger from left to right, but there was no change.

It seems that the only way to prove it is in actual combat. He was about to put away the dagger when he suddenly realized that Kiss did not come with a scabbard.

Mason: “….”

If he accidentally stabbed himself with it, it would be a disaster. He had to ask Santo to find him a scabbard. He put the dagger back into the box, sealed it, and went to bed peacefully.

Before resting, Mason did not forget to check on the original body. After such a long period of rehabilitation, he was finally able to turn over on his own.

This small step was a big step for the original body. His body had been completely healed by Canaan, but he had not moved for more than ten years, which caused his muscles to atrophy. Mason rolled over on the bed, feeling the softness of the silk bed, and then turned his attention to his body.

The sphere wrapped in fine silver threads was still very quiet today. It was like a small time bomb, steadily moving the clock. The overflowing black mist was absorbed by the silver threads, and more wrappings were generated. Mason looked at it for a while, and he felt that his mind was pure, without a trace of mixed thoughts, as if just looking at these silver threads would purify his whole body and mind.

It's not good to keep doing this, he thought, let the main body have a good rest to enhance resistance. And far away in Ya'an City, Rex, who was sleeping soundly in bed, suddenly felt something was wrong.

He had gone through a series of brutal training before joining the Black Mist Detective Team, which cultivated his excellent vigilance. When the direction of the indoor wind changed, the man woke up instantly from his sleep. His face was unchanged, and he turned over as if he was still sleeping soundly. His right hand rested on the pillow very naturally, and he hooked his thumb and quietly circled a small pull ring.

Under the cover of the quilt, this action was inconspicuous. The man's breathing, heartbeat, and eye movement frequency were the same as when he was sleeping. Only the palm-length knife connected to the pull ring slipped into his palm silently, and with another turn, it suddenly attacked the bed!

The attacked person bent over and flashed away silently, his gilded pupils shining eerily in the moonlight. Rex's heart was pounding, and it was not until he exchanged two moves with the opponent that he realized who the opponent was that his face suddenly darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he changed the sentence "Are you sick?" to "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and coming to scare people at the bedside? What are you doing!"

As he said this, Ricks looked out the window and checked the sky. Very good, it was at least three o'clock in the morning.

The red-haired young man who hadn't slept in the middle of the night squatted at the head of his bed, staring at him and said in a deep voice: "Rex, don't you often go to the Black Mist? You should know the Black Mist very well."

Ricks put away the knife and said honestly, "It depends on what kind of understanding you are talking about. If it is the history or principle of black mist, I am definitely not as good as those old pedants. But if it is practical type, I have learned it all."

Without even this basic knowledge, you want to enter the black fog, which is undoubtedly a death sentence. Oleus nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Is it possible that the black fog pollution is man-made?"

"Of course, the struggle for power among humans often involves the use of black fog as a means."

"No, I mean, sending a device that can spread black mist into a human body, gently promoting his mutation, without the victim knowing it."

"How is that possible?" Rex rolled his eyes. "Currently, humans have no means to store or utilize the black mist, except for the simplest direct pollution, which is to put people and high-concentration black mist together. But this kind of mutation is very strong, and Olihe is a typical example. Even after being freed from pollution, there will be sequelae, but there is no-"

He emphasized.

"There is no way to contaminate a person from the inside out as you said without anyone noticing. If there really is such a method, there would be no need for monsters, and humans could just destroy themselves! The Mechanical City, the Church, the various families, and even the Twelve Round Tables would never allow such a thing to appear!"

As a member of the Duke's confidant and a member of the expedition team that went deep into the black fog, Rex undoubtedly had a great say in this matter.

But that thing that absolutely cannot exist has already appeared, and it is still in my body. The only explanation is that Rex is not yet at the level to know about it, or the entire association does not know about it.

Mason sighed inwardly, and finally adjusted his attitude as a member of the association: "Is there any work to do recently?"

"Ah? Go ask Count Yanan."

The young man's tone was as casual as if he was asking where he could make a living. Rex paused for a moment before he caught up with his jumping thoughts and immediately made a move: "You are under his charge now. He is asleep in his room. Why don't you go ask him?"

The red-haired young man suddenly realized, said good night and left immediately. Ricks pulled the quilt with satisfaction, thinking that I can't be the only one who was woken up in the middle of the night!

The next morning, seeing Count Ya'an still yawning, the perpetrator finally felt relieved.