The first person who seemed off was Lan Xi.
It's not that there's anything suspicious about her... but why is she acting strangely, the "Holy Blood Witch"?
Let's not think about that now. Let's think about the criminal. The criminal is a demon policeman who made a pact with the devil and gained magical power.
Thinking of this, Lin Yue shuddered.
It wasn't because the cold wind was blowing in at almost six o'clock.
Because what was colder than the biting wind was the truth that suddenly struck Lin Yue's mind upon awakening.
The captured criminal was merely a demon policeman who had made a pact with a demon; the power of the demon he had pacted with was definitely not strong.
Otherwise, Uncle Bin wouldn't have been able to eliminate the enemy so easily.
So how did the prisoner learn about the high sacrifices recorded in the "Grimoire of All Magic"? Uncle Bin's words still echoed in my ears: only high angels and high demons are qualified to view the "Grimoire of All Magic".
"In other words, there is a mastermind behind this sacrifice case. The mastermind is a high-ranking demon who has not yet been caught." Lin Yue muttered to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"In other words, the mastermind will go to find the 'spirit' again, and the sacrificial ritual will continue! Lanxi will still be in danger!"
Lin Yue almost jumped out of the window to stand guard beside Lan Xi, but he stopped as soon as he lifted his foot.
"No...no...this is the second thing that's not right." This is the part about Lanxi that's not right.
Before the case was closed, someone said something to him in passing. That sentence, vaguely, kept replaying in his mind.
"However, she is only seventeen years old, her magic has not yet been fully developed, and her 'spirit' is not yet pure. She is not yet a qualified Holy Blood Witch."
Lanxi was only seventeen years old at the time and was not yet a qualified Holy Blood Witch. Her "spirit" was not pure enough, meaning she did not meet the requirements for a high-level sacrifice.
Was there a mistake by the prisoner?
Oh well, what's done is done; it's history now.
But Lin Yue must find the true owner of the "spirit," otherwise the sacrifice is not over.
We can't delay any longer! Think of something quickly! Think of something quickly!
Lin Yue sent a text message to Lan Xi: "Something came up suddenly, you can go back first."
After sending it, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
Never mind, think quickly! Think quickly! Think about those strange things we encountered before that we haven't solved yet!
My master once taught that if your thinking gets stuck, try to start over from where you started.
...
Let's go back to the first place that seemed off.
By the way! What happened to Huang Yi? He hasn't been to class for a month.
By the way, why is Huang Yi able to use magic?
He clearly didn't make a pact with any demon!
Otherwise, she wouldn't have relied solely on that pitiful magical artifact in her battle with Lin Yue.
Why is Huang Yi born with the ability to use magic?
He's not human? Or rather...?
Besides demons, those born with the ability to use magic also include their descendants. Nephilim, the offspring of an angel and a demon, can also be considered a descendant of demons.
"What?" Lin Yue was horrified to reach this conclusion: "Huang Yi might be the Son of the Holy Demon?"
Furthermore, he has been missing for over a month and hasn't attended class. It's likely that... he has already been used as a sacrifice by the mastermind behind it all... and as a result, the ancient demon god Naidinger has already awakened.
No wonder there have been more demon incidents lately. Although Lin Yue hasn't been out on missions recently, he has heard about the increase in demons from Uncle Bin.
The conclusion seemed increasingly pessimistic, and he hoped he was wrong. Without further ado, he focused intently and left the classroom.
He must return to the site of the sacrifice as soon as possible to seek clues.
The last rays of the setting sun draped over his departing figure.
Lan Xi, who was waiting outside the school road, received a text message from Lin Yue and was a little confused: What's wrong with him? Could it be that he's angry and doesn't want to go to the store with her? With this question in mind, she left alone.
The setting sun bathed her departing figure in its glow.
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It was past ten o'clock at night. Someone rang the doorbell of the poetry club.
"Who is it so late?" Sister Sang was having a spa treatment, with volcanic mud on her face. She was reluctant to open the door, afraid of scaring someone in the middle of the night.
Uncle Bin pressed the pause button on the remote control, and the American movie "The Last Farewell" playing on the TV froze on a certain frame. "Is Lin Yue back?" He went to open the door.
To his surprise, the person who arrived was Lan Xi, panting heavily, white mist rising from her mouth. Her pure white coat was stained with the night.
It's a bit chilly outside. It's only been a short time since evening study session ended, so why would she suddenly visit the poetry club?
"Excuse me..."
"What's wrong? It's cold outside, come in and have a cup of tea." Uncle Bin invited Lan Xi into the house.
Uncle Bin was watching a movie, and Sister Sang was getting a beauty treatment. "It's so late, did you leave something here?"
Lan Xi shook her head and asked, "Where's Lin Yue?"
"Him? He's not back. Friday night, probably out gallivanting somewhere again."
"Okay, fine! I came here specifically to apologize, but it seems he doesn't take it to heart, so let's just forget about it."
"Have a cup of tea before you go." In the blink of an eye, Uncle Bin had already poured hot water into the guest's cup containing a tea bag. They had just run out of tea leaves a few days ago, so they had no choice but to use convenient tea bags.
"You said you'd apologize to him? What happened?"
"The young couple had a fight? That's normal. But making the girl apologize to the boy is really unfair of him, isn't it?"
Sang Jie sat on the sofa, arms crossed, eyes closed, applying a face mask, but still joined the chat while complaining.
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