Jefferson slowly withdrew his hand. The expression on his face looked extremely strange, a little excited and a little bloody.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morin, I made you laugh." Jefferson put the girl's heart in a wooden box with strange patterns carved on the surface. He turned around and smiled at Morin as if he had just discovered Morin. His face was a little pale.

Maureen said nothing.

He shook his head slightly and looked at Jefferson with interest.

The auction was still going on. Maureen was still auctioning off some things that interested him. Jefferson was also auctioning off some girls. However, he handled different girls differently. He killed some girls directly, then cut open their chests and took out their hearts. As for other girls, he just took a look at them and let them go. It was obvious that he wanted to wait until they left before taking them away.

There was deep desire in Jefferson's eyes when he looked at those girls. This desire was much stronger than the eyes of those girls he killed. However, for some reason, he did not do anything to those girls at all.

Soon, the auction came to an end. Jefferson stood up, nodded at Maureen, and was about to turn around and leave.

"There's still a smell of blood in the air." Maureen suddenly said, "Jefferson, you didn't do your job cleanly."

Jefferson's body stiffened.

He turned his head and looked at Morin, and Morin looked over at him with a very calm expression on his face.

"Mr. Morin, you are right. I was a little anxious this time. I dealt with the body but didn't pay attention to other things." Jefferson smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Morin."

As he spoke, Jefferson bowed slightly toward Maureen.

Jefferson took out some potions again. When he dealt with the corpses before, he used some potions, but the potions he used now were obviously different from those used before.

After a while, the air became fresh and there was no trace of blood anymore.

"Mr. Morin, I wonder if I could invite you to my residence?" Jefferson took back the potion in his hand, looked at Morin, and after a moment, suddenly spoke.

"Can."

Morin was shrouded in a black robe and slowly stood up.

There was nothing unusual on his face, but on the screen that ordinary people could not see, groups of data were constantly changing, interweaving and transforming into flashing data.

Following his instructions, the chip is conducting a rapid analysis of Jefferson.

Morin was curious about Jefferson, especially the aura around him. Morin's current strength was equivalent to that of the Moon Knight, and he also had alchemical puppets and numerous witchcraft techniques. According to Morin's estimation of his own strength, he did not have many opponents in the entire human area. Even if others were stronger than him, they could only barely subdue him, but could not defeat or kill him.

Even human saints.

Even saints can’t do that.

This is the reason why Morin dared to go there, of course, this is unknown to others.

Maureen and Jefferson came out, got on a carriage and moved slowly forward. After a while, the carriage stopped. Maureen got off and found that he was already outside a magnificent aristocratic residence.

Jefferson invited Maureen to come in. He held a large banquet as a welcome ceremony to welcome Maureen's arrival. Then, Maureen and he walked towards a deep underground passage.

The girls that Jefferson brought back had disappeared without anyone noticing, as if they had been taken away silently by someone.

"Actually, the reason I invited Mr. Morin here this time is because I need his help with something."

The sound of footsteps came over. Jefferson walked in front without looking back, but his faint voice came slowly, saying: "I will pay a generous reward, but I don't know if Mr. Morin is willing to help me?"

"sure."

Morin felt the negative energy particles around him becoming increasingly dense and active, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he suddenly smiled slightly.

The things in front of us are unique methods of wizards, and they are not ordinary wizards, but undead black wizards with negative energy.

It's really interesting.

Mo Lin looked at the groups of data and graphic analysis coming from the chip in front of him, and his heart moved. How could he refuse such interesting things?

"We're here."

Jefferson said suddenly.

In front of him was a stone relief with a ferocious beast's head carved on it. Jefferson walked forward, stretched out his hand, grasped one side of the stone relief, and then the muscles on his arm bulged and he pulled it hard to the side! Boom! A dull loud noise came over, and then the scene inside appeared.

There were magic circles carved on the surrounding stone walls, emitting a faint glow. In the center of the house was a prison-like structure. Visible black gas was erupting from the stone fences of the prison, rolling around non-stop, forming a blurry and vast black smoke that swirled around.

A figure covered in a navy blue robe stood nearby, quietly looking at the prison shrouded in black smoke, his face showing a very calm expression.

He took out a box, opened it, and slowly threw the heart inside. In an instant, the heart disappeared, and the black air around it rolled more violently and became a little thicker.

Maureen's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched this scene. After a quick sense, he knew that the heart did not belong to anyone else, but to the girl that Jefferson had killed at the auction.

"Jefferson, you are here. Is this the Mr. Morin you mentioned?" The figure covered in a navy blue robe slowly turned around. He was an old man with dry hair and a pale face. He looked extremely old.

Jefferson said nothing, which was considered as his agreement.

"Mr. Morin."

"I'm Larin, a pharmacist who knows something else."

The old man named Larin bowed slightly towards Morin.

"Jefferson called Mr. Morin over. I think he must have agreed with Mr. Morin." Larin stood up. Although he was very old, his body was extremely tall. This gave people a very strong sense of oppression.

"That's right, Larin. We are still short of one person when we go to the Misty Forest this time. I think Mr. Morin is a good choice."

Jefferson spoke up from the side.

He turned around, looked at Morin, and said, "Mr. Morin, Lalin and I found some very interesting things in the Misty Forest. There are some strange buildings there, and there are many precious and strange things in the buildings. So, I would like to invite Mr. Morin to go on an adventure with us."

"We already know a place where something very rare is hidden. What Larin and I are doing now is preparing for what is in that location."

Jefferson kept talking. He looked at Morin and said, "I wonder if Mr. Morin is interested?"

Misty forest?

The strange things inside? Mo Lin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

There was no decision, he had already decided to go.

The reason was very simple. Morin felt a faint fluctuation of wizard energy on Larin. Judging from such fluctuations, this old man named Larin was a wizard, a first-level wizard with the power of a liquefied wizard.

The real reason why Morin wanted to go was actually related to this room. When he walked into the room, Morin felt a faint breath of death. The breath of death was very faint, but extremely evil, which made Morin think of the black air of death in an instant.

If Morin wanted to refine the blood harmonizing potion, all he needed was the Ramlang Stone and the undead black energy.

Now that he had obtained the Ramlang Stone, all Morin lacked was the black energy of the undead.

Maureen, Larin and Jefferson talked briefly for a while, determined the departure time and gathering place, then turned around and left the underground secret room.

"Jefferson, why did you tell this Maureen about our affairs?" Larin turned around and looked at Jefferson next to him. Larin's voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Don't get excited, Larin." Jefferson said softly, without a trace of panic on his face. He turned around and looked in the direction where Morin left, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "After all, our strength is not enough, right?"

"Besides, don't you think this Mr. Morin is very interesting..."