The Lord of Reincarnation - 431. Chapter 430

On the ferry.

Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved at the Marxian passenger port.

Although he possesses a convenient means of transmission such as the secret key of the door, the investigator does not know it.

In order to keep the secret, but also to hide myself, I had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stub of each station to form a false route.

He returned to his cabin, hung up a do not disturb sign, immediately activated the’secret key’, and went outside a school.

Through the fence, you can see Smith sitting on the edge of the playground alone, watching the crowd playing football indifferently.

Withdrawn, paranoid…

This is the main impression he left on his classmates recently.

In schools, such a character is vulnerable to isolation and group violence.

But Smith didn’t care at all.

As for bullying on the bright side?

After he played several well-known punks in this school, no one dared to do that, and even wanted him to be the boss.

Smith, of course, has no interest in this.

‘It’s…boring! ‘

He looked at the sweating athletes on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.

‘The end is still a few years away…there are great truths in the universe…These ordinary people can only be like flies, ignorant and ignorant, enjoying themselves, disasters suddenly come, and they die for some reason… ‘

Smith murmured in his heart.

After practicing the incantation, he inevitably also turned to the darkness.

It’s just such a symptom, which is pretty good.

At this moment, Smith’s spirit seemed to touch a terrible vortex.

He stood up, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, and the world around him slowly began to spin. The faces, scenery, and laughter were all terribly distorted.

“who is it?”

Smith’s heart was raised, and the spell was ready to be used at any time.

Pursuing the terrible whirlpool of spirit, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a figure.

The figure was clearly standing there, but it was uncertain. He seemed to be wearing a white shirt and a dark cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats wriggling.

As for the face, it is even more vague, or in other words, I can’t remember it when I see it.

“Young believers, our common faith, let me find you.”

Smith heard a voice.

He quickly glanced around his eyes and found that no one was paying attention here, and couldn’t help asking: “You are also… a believer in the Lost God?”

Fang Xian did not speak, but just recited the beginning of the immortal poem.

This kind of mental shock is enough to distinguish it from other believers.

“Why… I haven’t seen you on the island?”

Smith asked his doubts.

Immediately, he heard a sneer from the opposite person: “You are too weak… When you fight, there are more believers. On other battlefields… the battle between God and God will surpass you. Imagination…”

Smith was stunned.

He thought of the huge black bird and black Tai Sui that appeared last.

Now it looks like it might be a spell cast by a true powerful believer?

“So… why are you looking for me?”

Smith then asked.

“My lord said, you are all ignorant lambs and need the guidance of the shepherd…” Fang Xian replied cleverly.

“Did my lord send you here after hearing my prayer?” Smith was excited, and even some tears filled his eyes: “My faith, my prayer…Finally got a response.”

“You new believers don’t have experience in secret associations. It is easy to be found by investigators. Therefore, you cannot assemble or use public facilities to contact frequently…” Fang Xiandao: “I will teach you how to call a messenger… They are invisible hounds, with the ability to travel through space, and they can be used by us, as long as a little spell and skill…”

“Thank you, sir!” Smith said hastily.

Immediately, he heard the stranger opposite, chanting a mantra.

In the surrounding space, there seems to be an extra creature, which may be the’messenger’.

The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if he had been drawn a little blood.

“Blood is a beacon and a sign. It is your messenger.”

Fang Xian’s figure kept retreating and entered a shadow: “For some other knowledge, we can communicate through messengers…”

The warm sun is shining down.

Everything around was restored to its original state.

If it wasn’t for the tingling of the fingers, and an invisible hound that only he could see appeared beside him, Smith almost thought he had hallucinations.

…

Inside the cabin.

Fang Xian’s figure reappeared.

Not only did he visit Smith, but also Vivienne, Mickey… and several believers who thought they had more potential. They all visited him and left their contact information and messengers.

In the future, they can be taught some supernatural knowledge through messengers and other methods, and even transmit things.

‘Speaking of…this shouldn’t be called a messenger, it’s more appropriate to call a courier? ‘

Fang Xian touched his chin, sat on the chair, and began to write:

“…While pursuing supernatural power, one thing that needs to be vigilant is to remain humble. Compared with the universe, human beings are originally as small as dust…”

“Sense and thinking are very important. I’m sharing a symbol here, called the’spiritual seal’, which can effectively maintain our sanity and protect our spirit in the face of the pollution of the dependents…”

“We are fortunate to listen to the teachings of great beings… we must bear in mind the dogma: you must not learn from other religious groups, perform bloody sacrificial rituals, call the names of other great beings, and use the power of spells at will…”

“Finally, I hope you can share this knowledge with each other…”

After writing a thick stack of letter paper, Fang Xian stuffed them into the envelope and sealed the letter.

After doing all this, he began to recite the mantra.

From the void, suddenly jumped out a hound of wind chasing.

Different from its companions, these hounds as’couriers’ have been controlled by Fang Xian using Hopskin’s spells.

Unless their master wakes up, even people from the Wind Chaser sect will not be able to summon them.

‘That great being on the Wild Hunting Throne would not pay attention to this little thing, besides…before the stars return to their thrones, maybe they are still asleep…As for those cults, am I still afraid of them? ‘

Fang Xian comfortably stuffed the letter into the hound’s mouth.

If there is an outsider, you will see a thick letter disappearing directly into the air, as if being swallowed by an invisible monster.

“Send it to Smith.”