1. By the time dinner was almost ready, it was nearly 10 p.m. However, Lanxi had to admit that this dinner and late-night snack was the most delicious meal she had ever had!
It's a perfect blend of East and West, fresh but not greasy. Especially the salad—why is it that the same salad dressing and vegetables as in restaurants, but this one is so much better?
After dinner, having finished her homework, it was almost eleven o'clock. Lan Xi also had to say goodbye, and she politely bid farewell to everyone.
From a teacher's perspective, Sang Huanxin genuinely felt that this was a good child. She was worried about safety, as it was so late; it could be dangerous if he encountered demons, monsters, or robbers. So she asked Lin Yue to take this classmate home.
"no problem."
Then Lin Yue and Lan Xi left. Sang Huanxin washed her face and prepared to rest, while Uncle Bin lay wearily on the sofa, sorting out his thoughts.
In a case a few days ago, a person whose entire body had been brutally skinned was hanging upside down on a telephone pole. It gave off a very unique feeling, but he couldn't explain what it was.
Further on, a body was found in the lake; its internal organs and flesh had been removed and replaced with some strange stones and sandalwood.
Then there was the suicide at Holy Cross Academy, where the victim's soul was allegedly extracted by the murderer. There was also the magic circle found on the ground. He suspected it was related to sacrifice, but he hadn't yet figured out the specifics.
It was time for "it" to make its appearance. After making this decision, Uncle Bin picked up his black box and returned to his room.
He locked the door, not because he didn't want Sister Sang to find out, but to prevent the atmosphere inside from leaking out. After all, what he was about to do was a bit dangerous and difficult, and he didn't want to affect others.
He took a piece of chalk from the black box; this wasn't ordinary chalk, it was made of phosphorus powder. He drew a simple summoning circle, but that wasn't enough.
The formation must contain a symbol representing the target summoned creature. He drew several complex star-shaped symbols within it.
Uncle Bin felt it looked a bit ugly... There was nothing he could do; he wasn't a professional summoner, so as long as what he drew was usable, that was fine.
Then he cut his hand with a knife to draw blood, as a sign of the summoner's loyalty. Once everything was ready, as Uncle Bin's drop of blood seeped into the summoning circle, the air in the room accelerated, and the summoning circle began to rotate with an inexplicable aura!
Then a beam of light blocked their view. After the light faded, time stood still, and Uncle Bin's room became a secluded corner independent of time and space.
Uncle Bin had exhausted all his strength and magic, and was panting heavily. He saw water droplets floating on the summoning circle he had created, and from this he knew that the summoning had been successful.
A pair of gray wings appeared before the mortals. The one summoned was a male angel, majestic and imposing.
But what was rather trendy was that he was wearing a white suit. His name was Viktor, and he was one of the angels who carried out God's commands.
"Hey, Lao Xie, what's up?" After the archangel appeared, he folded his wings, sat on Uncle Bin's bed, and lit a cigarette.
"It's nothing major... but I just wanted to ask, do you know anything about sacrifices?"
The angel casually exhaled a puff of smoke, quite nonchalantly. "You know a thing or two. We angels don't perform sacrifices, but the demons do it like it's a meal. What? Your business has expanded into sacrifices?"
"I've encountered a problem."
"Here's the old rule—you still remember it, right? Consultant fee, one hundred dollars per second."
"Wow, the price went up?" Uncle Bin was surprised at first. Angels also eat human food, smoke, and charge money? But now he's gotten used to it.
"Friendly price, 25% off. We'll start counting from when I answer your next question. You go first." With that, the archangel produced a pocket watch from somewhere, ready to start the timer.
“Three murders have occurred here in the mortal realm. In the first case, the victim's entire body was skinned. In the second case, the victim's internal organs and flesh were replaced with sacrificial offerings. In the third case, the victim jumped from a building, dying in terror, and a portion of their soul was extracted. Just now, we stumbled into the River Styx by sheer coincidence. I have a feeling these are not mere coincidences…”
Before speaking, the angel pressed the timer button. "A typical sacrificial ritual. But this sacrifice looks very organized and complex; it must be a high-level sacrifice."
Uncle Bin continued, "Could you help me find out who this ritual is aimed at resurrecting?"
Viktor was not a con artist trying to scare people; he answered honestly, "This is a high-level sacrifice, involving profound mysteries that even we mid-level angels do not understand."
"Okay..." Uncle Bin prepared to end the consultation.
"But tens of thousands of years ago, during the war between the Holy and the Demonic Realm, the Celestials who defeated the Demonic Realm accidentally obtained a book called the 'Grimoire of All Magic,' which contained most of the detailed information on high-level sacrifices, including the steps of the sacrifice, the offerings, and the demon kings and demon gods that they wanted to revive."
Uncle Bin sighed briefly: "You mean this book? I could buy it at a street stall! Ten yuan a copy! Buy one get one free! It's called 'The Key of Solomon'."
"Things meant to fool children are not worth mentioning in front of me."
"Really? Can you help me check?"
“Only high angels and high demons are qualified to access this information,” Viktor said, shrugging.
"What the heck! Are you deliberately prolonging the consultation time?"
I'm just telling you the truth!
"Do you have a way to help me investigate?"
Viktor looked like he was deep in thought. When Uncle Bin saw that he wasn't speaking, he immediately stopped the pocket watch for him and told him to start the timer again when he spoke.
"I know an archangel who has access to the Pantheon. But to get his permission, I have to pay a bribe..."
Viktor pressed the timer button before speaking. His sentence took almost two and a half seconds and was worth two thousand dollars.
The two of them were very particular about money.
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