Chapter 26 A Brand New State

Seagull Town is located more than 100 nautical miles away from York Harbor. It is a remote town standing on an island.

The transportation here is not well developed and few people come here.

Most of the townspeople living here make a living by fishing, and some raise camels.

“You can’t even find a light here.”

There was a wooden house facing the sea on the edge of the beach outside the town. After the ugly man got off the speedboat, he turned around and said to Andy who was following behind him:

"But for extraordinary people, electricity is a medium that can be used to search for clues, so this is actually an advantage for you."

"This room seems a bit conspicuous?"

Andy pointed at the wooden house and said, "Will the people in the town notice anything unusual if I live here?"

"Of course not."

The ugly man smiled when he heard this, "Not just you, many people who have offended the royal family will choose to live on this island, including some extraordinary people."

"A lot? Wouldn't the chance of being found this way be greater?"

"Normally, this is the case, but this place is a little special..."

He seemed to want to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he seemed to have no idea where to start.

So the ugly man simply said: "In short, it's absolutely safe here, so don't worry."

"All right."

Andy shrugged.

He actually had nothing to worry about, he was just a little curious.

Maybe this is one of the rebels' lairs?

"We have some staff here. I will arrange for someone to deliver food and water to you every day. There are some books in the room. You can read them when you are bored."

"You don't have to worry about being discovered. As long as you don't leave the island, you can go out and wander around as you like. It doesn't matter if you come into contact with others."

"Just concentrate on studying the scroll. We will be able to take you back in about a month. Then..."

The ugly man kept giving Andy instructions and nagging him, and finally patted Andy on the shoulder, "Come on!"

Then he got on a small speedboat and left, leaving Andy standing alone by the beach house.

To be honest, it feels quite comfortable to look at the sea from this angle.

But it was afternoon now, and Andy had no intention of standing in the scorching sun and staring blankly. After taking a quick look at the surroundings, he turned around and entered the cabin.

The wooden house is brightly lit and simply furnished. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a hall with wooden tables, chairs and storage cabinets.

Behind a curtain is a long bedroom.

The bedroom has a hard bed with a mattress and brand new blue bedding. Above the head of the bed is a narrow glass window facing the sea.

It seems that if you just raise your head slightly while lying in bed, you can see the ocean.

"It's a pity that it rarely rains in this place."

Smelling the wood smell in the house, Andy thought, "Otherwise it would be nice to climb the window and watch the rain."

Andy walked over to the bed and sat down, opening the brown travel backpack, and took out the things inside one by one.

When he came, the old warrior gave him a box of thirty potions to relieve his illness before he became a semi-transcendent.

There were several new sets of clothes and some miscellaneous items.

These are daily necessities.

The only special things are the black suitcase containing evil spirits, the extraordinary scroll recording the ability to communicate with spirits, and the "attribute card" that Father Matthew once gave him.

If the cool cloud in his head is also counted, that is all Andy has currently.

After arranging them in order, Andy picked up the Extraordinary Scroll, without hesitation, spread it out and chose to watch.

"Generally speaking, as long as the body exists, the soul cannot be erased. It can only be disturbed, polluted, suppressed, and..."

These tadpole-like characters on the yellowed scroll do not belong to any language known to the world.

Normal extraordinary people are actually unable to recognize this kind of text - but this does not affect their ability to learn the abilities contained therein.

Andy could understand all of this.

This is also the main reason why he can activate the special energy in the scroll with just one glance.

And now, as he continued to look down, the lines of tiny characters strangely slowly detached from the surface of the parchment scroll, like snowflakes, floating up and falling on Andy, and finally "melting" away.

The sunlight outside the bedroom window is bright and beautiful, making the scene look very beautiful.

Unfortunately, there are no other spectators here except for an evil spirit peeking out of the suitcase.

After a while, all the words had fallen off the scroll, and the scroll itself became much darker and drier, emitting a faint stench of decay.

When Andy picked up the "attribute card", a different message appeared under the black card:

[Profession: Psychic (incomplete, cannot be upgraded)] [Skill: Communicate with spirits] …

This card is not very functional and has a lot of room for improvement.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Andy put it away.

He casually threw the smelly blank scroll into the trash can next to him, then sat on the bed and turned his head to look at the suitcase beside him.

There, there were already several black "tentacles" coiled on the surface of the box like an octopus, dishonestly bringing up gusts of frosty air.

Normally, if this thing did this, Andy would be annoyed, and would have to coax and scold it for a while before he could get it to go back.

But now, there is no need to be so troublesome.

Extend your index finger and touch the tip of one of the tentacle.

A slight tingling sensation then came, along with some messy "information".

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

"Ocean? Eating fish? Um, Mom?"

“Andy?”

"I am afraid that there will be a lot of resentment among the people. Don't blame me... Don't blame me... uh..."

"Eat them?"

“Andy?”

"?"

“Andy?”

The messy information is not sound, but something like "thought".

Or rather, the voice of the heart.

There was no discernible voice, but there was a unique spiritual aura that allowed Andy to identify who was "speaking".

"Go back first, I'll take you to eat fish later."

As his mind turned, Andy silently "sent" this message.

This is a kind of communication that has never happened before. If it were a normal person, he would be very surprised.

However, this evil spirit had no brains. After hearing this, it let out a cry and then impatiently retracted its tentacles.

It didn't notice anything at all. Andy at this moment was completely different from before.

"What an idiot."

Andy sighed and looked down at his fingers, discovering that the skin on them had been eroded by the aura passively released by the evil spirit and turned slightly pale.

However, if you want to continue communicating with the other party in this way, this cost is indispensable.

Because the ability to communicate with spirits is only a basic ability of a psychic, its effect is not very strong - it can only be activated when there is physical contact, and cannot be done through the air.

But no matter how basic it is, it is still of great use to Andy at the moment.

Close your eyes again and carefully experience the state of initially possessing extraordinary powers.

It can be clearly felt that his thoughts, or spirit, are completely different from before.

There is always a sense of clarity that quietly attaches to the turning of thoughts.

When you focus your attention on a certain part of your body where cancer is causing pain, the pain in that area will be relieved instantly.

After gathering for a few more seconds, it completely disappeared.

This certainly does not mean that the disease has been cured, but that it has been temporarily suppressed.

Andy's thoughts continued to move to various parts of his body.

So within ten minutes, he could no longer feel the debilitating pain all over his body.

The sickly color and listlessness that had existed on his face for many years were also swept away! The youthful vitality reappeared from his body, making him more powerful when he clenched his fists, as if he had become a normal person.

The price was that Andy looked very tired.

However, as he took a medicine and injected it into his body, this feeling of fatigue quickly disappeared.

Of course, you can also use sleep to restore your energy, but now is not the time to sleep.

"I need a pen."

Thinking about this in his mind, Andy closed his eyes again and continued to work.

(End of this chapter)