A luxurious manor on the outskirts of Yorkshire, Kingdom of Lier.
The endless wheat fields enveloped the entire manor. The sunlight poured down from the extremely high horizon, and the golden luster kept undulating, while the manor was hidden in the wheat waves.
There was no other sound in the entire area except the rustling of wheat ears.
But at this moment, the originally quiet wheat field suddenly made a loud sound of breaking through the air, like a jet plane crossing the sky, extremely noisy and harsh.
A blue figure suddenly appeared from the very distant horizon, and then after a few flashes, it appeared next to the manor with layers of air waves. Then it walked straight to the small house next to it and pushed the door open and went in.
Inside the room sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, holding a transparent glass and drinking a light brown, viscous liquid. His figure was slightly hunched, his arms were withered and thin, but his deep purple eyes shone with an unusually dazzling luster.
His eyes were not normal pupils, but a group of flowing stars.
"Fisto, you're here." As if sensing someone coming, the old man didn't even raise his head, but simply said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Weidan was murdered." Fisto walked in, the air wave behind him disappearing. "The crime scene was severely damaged. I can't track down the murderer."
His skin is blue all over his body, with blue hair, blue eyes and blue lips. At first glance, you can tell that he is not a normal human being.
"...Weidan? Is that your distant nephew?" The old man put down his glass and glanced over. "Since the scene was severely damaged, how can you be sure he was murdered? He made the blood sacrifice so dangerous himself, so it's no surprise he's dead."
These words sounded very strange. Although Fisto had a strange appearance, he looked unusually young, no more than twenty years old, and Vidan, who was in his forties or fifties, was actually his nephew.
"His blood sacrifice wasn't successful; it was forcibly interrupted." Fisto shook his head and said gravely, "I found signs of a struggle in the wreckage of the ruins. Vidan must have been beaten to death. That guy is really... I told him before not to bury himself in research, which has weakened his combat power and limited his methods. He wouldn't be able to defeat even a slightly normal Void Realm cultivator."
The death of his nephew was not entirely unexpected, but at least he had been prepared. The Force user, who was completely immersed in research, had extremely simple methods and his strength was only slightly stronger than that of a seventh-level martial artist.
It's just that his nephew was killed, and the murderer is destined to pay compensation for it.
He then turned his gaze towards the white-haired old man, pulled out a dark golden pocket watch from his pocket, and placed it on the man's desk. "Star of Destiny Karlev, your essence can help me identify the murderer. This time, I will pay you this as a reward."
Every Force user has a different pronucleus, so the nature of what they control is also different. For example, some are fire, some are water, some are speed, some are poison, some are divination, and so on. This is the nature of Force users.
"Golden Cage Watch... You're quite generous. It seems you got quite a bit of benefits from Billy's ruins in the past few years."
Karl Lev glanced at the dark gold pocket watch on the table and chuckled softly.
"That's none of your business." Fisto frowned and whispered, "Just tell me...will you help me or not?"
"help."
Karl Lev laughed, then wiped his hand on the table, and the dark gold pocket watch disappeared in an instant.
He then looked at Fisto and asked in a low voice, "Are there any clues or traces of the murderer?"
"The entire ruins were destroyed, and I could only find this..."
Fisto flicked his hand and a piece of rag fell on the table. Although it was covered with black dirt and dust, it was still recognizable as a piece of women's skirt.
"It seems the murderer is a woman, but this style of clothing...is not typical of our country..." Karlev picked up the rag, sniffed it gently, and then made the following judgment: "And she's probably young, very young, no more than twenty years old... Fisto, are you sure this was left by the murderer?"
Since all the remains of Kofi were broken into pieces, let alone the murderer's clothes, with so many corpses inside, what would it matter if some pieces of clothes were left behind?
"I'm not sure, but this piece of clothing is very recent, so it must be related to the murderer." Fisto shook his head and whispered, "And my intuition is always right."
"Ha! Since you said so, I'll give it a try."
Seeing Fisto so confident, Karl Lev didn't say much. He just rubbed his hands and threw the dirt-stained piece of cloth directly into the liquid in the glass.
The skirt fragment was about the size of a palm and was directly stuffed into the viscous liquid in the glass. Like ice and snow encountering flames, it began to melt instantly and turned into liquid covered with dust and dirt, floating on the glass.
“Gulp—”
Karlev didn't even look at it, but just picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it.
When Fisto saw this scene, he just remained expressionless and silent.
When Karl Lev drank the liquid melted from the cloth, the purple stars in his pupils immediately began to spin violently and soon turned into a vast purple mass.
The old man coughed twice, and his voice began to become hazy and ethereal: "Ahem... I saw it..."
"What did you see?"
Fisto frowned and asked.
"I saw... a huge black and red rabbit, emitting an extremely evil aura..."
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