Chapter 2 Evil

Spirits Crown swallowed the black bread that he had just found hard to swallow, and drank the water in the ceramic cup.

Then he rubbed his hands together a few times to gather the dust on the ground, sat cross-legged on the ground, and wrote the words he remembered on the ground with his fingers, while reading them aloud softly.

Bits of insights emerged in his mind, and the hazy memories began to become clear.

He kept writing and speaking softly, immersed in his own world, not feeling tired at all.

Every bit of effort has positive feedback, and this feeling makes people unable to stop.

If he had this set of golden fingers in his previous life, how could he be just a poor student! He must be the best among the best, the best among the best, a famous kid from another family all over the country.

Gradually, he lost awareness of the outside world, concentrating on recalling and writing down those still unfamiliar words. The occasional patrol officers who came to inspect him did not notice.

Memory is like a wet sponge. If you squeeze it, something will always come out.

However, no matter how much water there is, after being squeezed countless times, the water contained in the sponge has been almost squeezed out.

After a long period of time when Crown was unable to recall the words that would improve his proficiency, he woke up from his trance.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the room became completely dark. Only with the dim light from the room outside shining through could he barely make out the words on the floor.

He called out silently, and a golden wall appeared before his eyes.

[Farouk: 986/1000; Level 1] (You have escaped from the ranks of a language novice, but you are still some distance away from being able to converse proficiently.) You are still a little short of that, and you need to find a new way to improve.

Crown stroked his chin and tilted his head to look at the place where the light was on, as if thinking about something.

After continuous practice, he has come to understand that every bit of proficiency represents his mastery of a word and its related phrases.

In other words, he currently only knows less than a thousand words.

This number is far from enough for a native in his twenties, not to mention that he will have to deal with the priest's questioning tomorrow.

Crown stood up, walked to the door, and shouted twice: "Officer Yalu, Officer Yalu!"

During the practice, his memories were constantly awakened, and he had clearly and completely sorted out the daily life of his previous life.

For the people I have come into contact with in recent years, as long as I have had a conversation with them, I can recall their names and some fragments of our interactions.

The potion he gave to Yaru last time was a modified version of the original man's father. It was a good thing that could help men regain their virility and fight all night without slacking off.

"What are you yelling for? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?"

Yalu came to the iron fence with sleepy eyes and a resentful look on his face. It was the fat patrolman who brought the black bread.

He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up and was very angry.

Although he spoke calmly during the day, a person possessed by an evil spirit can be easily controlled by just a little fire!

But at night, I still felt uneasy.

He came to hang out twice occasionally and found that the other party was just writing in the dust and muttering.

Yalu felt much more relaxed and finally fell asleep reluctantly.

"Tell me, what's the matter!"

Crown smiled broadly: "Officer Yaru, can you give me my book on herbal medicine?"

When he was taken to the patrol station in the morning, he was carrying a revolver and a herbal book, which were taken away by the patrol along with a few coins in his pocket.

"Are you still in the mood to read?" The patrolman looked at him suspiciously and his hand subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

Clown understood what he meant. After encountering an evil spirit incident and killing his entire family, he still had the mood to read. There was something wrong with him.

He forced out a heavy expression and said, "I can't sleep. You know, our family depends on our father for support. Now he is gone, but those who are still alive need to support themselves."

Although Yaru's hand was still on the pistol, his expression was much more relaxed.

Seeing this, Crown hastily added: "From now on, police officers will get a 10% discount when they get medicine from me."

"30% off."

"Deal! However, only three bottles a month can be discounted by 30%, and the rest can only be discounted by 10%."

"Three is three," Yalu let down his guard and showed a lewd smile on his face. Three are enough for him for a month.

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

"Thank you!"

Yaru quickly brought over a thick book and considerately gave her a kerosene lantern.

As expected, how could anyone be willing to provide enthusiastic help if there is no benefit?

After expressing his thanks, Crown couldn't wait to start reading the book.

The book was very worn, and it was densely covered with annotations on it containing the meanings of some words and the medicinal properties of the mutated herbs. It was obvious that the original owner had read the book very diligently.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!

Crown felt that he had never worked so hard in his two lifetimes.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As he watched his proficiency continue to improve, he felt a sense of infinite satisfaction.

The next day, noon.

There was a flash of gold in Crown's eyes.

[Farouk: 1688/5000; Level 3] (You have mastered this language)

[Herbalism: 119/2000; Level 2] (You can recognize most common herbs and are familiar with their medicinal properties. The success rate of refining potions is greatly improved.) The second-level herbalism is written in white, while the third-level Farouk language is written in green.

In just one day, he had already acquired the vocabulary of the Level 4 English test in his previous life.

. . . .

At this time, the patrol team is in the reception room.

Hull's face turned pale. He went out to assist the priest in dealing with a case of evil spirit possession. Unexpectedly, a more serious evil spirit case occurred in the town.

More than ten people died on Skunk Street in one night!

The nature of the crime is so vile that my captain will probably have a hard time unless he can catch the evil spirit that committed the crime.

However, the evil spirit that could cause such a result would be so terrifying that even if he had a hundred times the courage, he would not dare to catch it.

Father Nick was sitting upright in black clothes, with a golden plaque on his chest, engraved with a burning flame and a hammer in the flame. This was the holy emblem of Hephaestus, the Lord of Fire.

The Farouk Kingdom is located in the north of the continent and is extremely cold in winter.

The Lord of Fire is the mainstream belief here, and people are grateful to this deity for bringing warmth through fire in the severe cold.

Nick's expression was serious. He had examined the victim.

He found that the dead had traces of "soul condensation" on their bodies, which meant that their souls had been extracted! The soul is real, somewhere in the brain of a living being, illusory.

But through an evil means, the soul can be solidified and become a real object.

The evil spirit can actually use soul condensation, which makes things a little tricky for him.

"Father, what should we do now?" Hull asked for help.

For this kind of supernatural case, we can only rely on the priest of the Lord of Fire.

Nick came back to his senses: "Take Clown to the church. I will perform an exorcism there. If he is really possessed by an evil spirit, we can destroy it directly. If he is not possessed, it can also clear him of suspicion."

(End of this chapter)