Jenkins also knows this. In fact, there is a large amount of overlap in the priesthood of the gods, especially the righteous gods and false gods. This is also one of the problems he finds difficult to understand.

　　Mr. Kevin also wants to talk to Jenkins about some literary topics. He also knows who Jenkins is, but the ladies’ game has already begun.

　　 Following a weird way of learning it from nowhere, they each stretched out their right hand and put them on the board, and put their left hand on the shoulder of the person next to them.

　　 "Departed souls, dead on the edge of the world, please respond to our call..."

　　 As Miss Lindsay took the lead in reciting this passage, the other girls began to repeat it. Some people closed their eyes religiously, while others secretly watched others' reactions with a smile.

　　 Jenkins watched this scene vigilantly, but for the time being there was no sign that the items in their hands were activated.

　　 When the call was over, the eight ladies tried to recite the name of the ghost they were trying to channel-Margaret Stephanie Willett. This is a very famous female evil spirit, which has appeared in legends and stories all over the mainland. But the old man said that the powerful evil spirit with this name was sealed in the subspace of the real world long ago in the last epoch.

Chapter 364 Chapter 359 The Second Attempt

　　Women choose the famous evil spirit, although bold, but absolutely safe.

　　 As expected, the eight girls sat around and called for a long time, and there was no movement in the slab on which their fingers were resting.

　　 Jenkins shook his head and said to the musicians around him:

　　 "In fact, I have always thought that apart from the great righteous god, there are absolutely no other extraordinary powers in this world."

　　 Because only the psychic round table was illuminated, no one saw the two people chatting.

　　 "Really old school thinking, sorry, I am not criticizing this kind of thinking."

Seeing that Jenkins didn't care, he continued: "Undead, ghosts, I don't know whether these things exist. I will always remain skeptical. After all, I can neither prove that they exist nor prove that they do not exist. I will still be in awe, in awe of things that are stronger and more secret than me."

　　 "This is a good idea."

　　 Jenkins praised: "It's a pity that my female partner just doesn't understand this."

　　 "Miss Mikhail? I have also heard of this noble lady's obsession with occultism. It is difficult to comment on this behavior."

　　The musician shrugged at Jenkins: "But since she loves such activities, then you should show her your attitude, no matter what your attitude is. After all, you are lovers in love."

　　 Jenkins: "?"

　　 Chocolate: "Meow?"

　　 "No, no, no, Miss Mikhail and I are just ordinary friends."

　　 He quickly denied, where did this understanding come from?

"Is that right?"

　　Mr. Kevin didn’t bother, "Nolan is so big, and everyone’s friends are relatively fixed. I have heard some rumors about this lady, and I thought... I’m sorry."

"this is nothing."

　　 This gentleman is not malicious, he is just chatting with Jenkins in a bored time, so he will not be angry. The topics that men talk to are probably only familiar women, but Jenkins doesn't think Miss Mikhail will have any relationship with him.

　　 The chat with Mr. Kevin was very enjoyable. This gentleman has a broad vision and extraordinary knowledge. The two met and exchanged mailing addresses, and they can contact again when they have time.

　　 And the women's channeling has reached the second attempt. This time they used a bowl of blood as an additional item, and each girl wiped the blood on his forehead.

　　Ms. Lindsay introduced that this was human blood purchased from the hospital, which made Jenkins feel a little uncomfortable. God knows what diseases these blood providers will have. In this era, there are no rules for donating blood, and blood from hospitals is also bought. The narrowness of the times makes people extremely afraid of losing a part of themselves, so those who sell blood are mostly forced to desperate gamblers, gangsters, or prostitutes.

　　 Although the external application probably won't matter, he still kindly warned the women's behavior.

　　 "I heard that some germs in the blood can cause permanent damage to the skin of the face. Oh, do you know allergies? It's almost like pitted pimples on the face..."

　　 They immediately stopped their behavior, and together cast an unfriendly look at Jenkins.

　　 put the bowl containing the blood on the side of the table, Miss Lindsay asked to put out the flame of the fireplace, and then put candles on the corner of the table.

　　 She also sent her servants to look for intact tombstones in the cemetery outside, peeled off the snow to identify the mottled marks, and finally decided to try to psychic a woman named Seru Halliday this time.

　　 It can be seen from the remaining information that this poor village woman died in 1815 in the general calendar, which happened to be fifty years ago. She was seventeen years old that year, and her father buried her here.

　　 The part of the inscription containing the cause of death was destroyed, but the date of death remained, which happened to be today.

　　 Jenkins patted the chocolate and moved it from his arms to his shoulder. Mr. Kevin glanced curiously.

　　 "Mr. William, do you feel that the temperature has dropped a bit?"

　　 "Yes, I think Miss Lindsay's practice of extinguishing the fireplace is not wise."

　　In the vision of the real eye, a faint white mist has filled the entire room, spreading out from the unsealed windows, door cracks, and large holes in the roof.

　　According to Jenkins's knowledge, in this environment, even ordinary people have a very low probability of succeeding in trying to channel spirits on the Day of the Dead, not to mention that they still have a genuine spell item.

　　 The faint mist is the [spiritual mist], a unique ability of ghost creatures, but it is much weaker than the one Jenkins encountered in the hospital. It has no other ability except to make the temperature drop.

　　 But the problem is that the old man's statement about death is that the souls of creatures do not stay in the world under ordinary circumstances, let alone stay for fifty years. So where did this ghost come from?

　　 The women were still calling out in unison with sounds similar to whispers, and the buzzing sound was particularly terrifying. The candles on the table can only illuminate them. The psychic board is shining inexplicably black under the candlelight, and the clusters of tombstones and the strange smiling and crying faces seem to be real.

　　 This scene is about the same as the ceremony held by the cultists.

　　 Without Jenkins taking action, the three gifters outside have already found something wrong. One of them is level 4 and two are level 3. Although the combination of light spot types is not reasonable, it should be no problem to deal with an undead without special abilities.

　　 The three began to move together. Jenkins and Chocolate looked at the wall with piercing eyes, actually observing the situation outside.

　　 The aura of the ghost is too weak to be seen by Jenkins across a wall, but as the light of the gifter shines, the woman's terrifying cry suddenly breaks the silence of the night.

　　 Everyone in the room stopped their voices immediately.

　　 "What happened just now?"

　　 A lady asked a question in a low voice, her voice trembling a little.

"I went to see."

　　 Jenkins didn't wait for everyone to react, so he opened the door and walked out. To prevent accidents when he walked in just now, he stood at the position closest to the door.

　　 There was the sound of footsteps behind him, and the bottom of his boots stepped on the wooden board to make a "creaking" sound. It seemed that he was not the only one who walked out the door. But Jenkins didn't care, and after confirming that ordinary people could not see the evil spirit, he took the lead in looking in the direction of the three benefactors.

　　 One of them was more embarrassed and fell into the snow in a funny posture, while the other two men looked at the place between them with horror.

　　 [Fear Technique], most spirit creatures have this ability, these two seem to be unfortunately hit.

Chapter 365: The Third Call

　　 Although everything is normal in ordinary vision, in Jenkins's real eye field of vision, the thick white fog is more and more scary.

"Where did you go?"

　　 He stands with the other men walking out the door, suspicious in his heart.

　　Chocolate was standing on his shoulders. Seeing that Jenkins didn't respond, he shook his tail.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 took advantage of Jenkins not paying attention, and pretended to scratch a few times into the air.

　　In an instant, the woman with a broken body and pus on her face fell out of the thick fog as if she had been kicked.

　　Of course, ordinary people can't see evil spirits, at least they can't see evil spirits in their current state. Therefore, the few people present could only see the two bodyguards making strange gestures in the air. One of them also made a spear throwing motion, and then let out a sigh to signal that everyone was okay. .

　　 "What happened just now?"

　　 Someone asked, "We seem to hear women screaming."

　　The people who stayed outside the house looked at each other, they didn't hear anything.

　　 "Can only the people in the house hear it? Is that the psychic board?"

　　 Jenkins guessed again.

　　 The men who went out told the people in the hut that the sound just now did not seem to be a woman's screaming. Since everyone outside said that they had not heard it, everyone guessed that it was a strange sound caused by the wind blowing through the cracks in the bricks.

　　 After a small accident just now, someone suggested that it was late at night and it was better to go back early, but Miss Lindsay insisted on trying again. She thinks the accident just now is an excellent sign, maybe it will succeed next time.

　　 The women sat back around the round table that had been eaten by insects, and the candles were replaced with new ones.

　　The light of the white candle felt much dimmer than normal. Jenkins is not sure if this is his own illusion.

　　 But he has already thought about it, no matter whether the next channeling is successful or not, he will persuade Miss Mikhail to leave here.

　　Miss Lindsay was quite prepared, and this time she came up with a new way.

　　 Specifically, I painted the hexagram on the table in advance, and filled the hexagram with some letter-like patterns that Jenkins did not recognize.

　　 placed the psychic board in the center of the six-pointed star, and the women held hands and read a paragraph of unclear meaning neatly, and their whispers vibrated in the air.

　　 Then they repeated the steps just now, but this time the psychic target was changed again.

　　 "Who is Carly Alex?"

　　 Jenkins asked Mr. Kevin beside him in a low voice.

　　 "Don't you know? That was Miss Lindsay's friend, who died of a serious illness in May."

　　 Jenkins nodded. He hadn't been here in May, and it was impossible for the original owner to know such a thing.

　　 But Mr. Kevin’s words were not over yet. He looked around anxiously, seeing that no one was paying attention, and then said to Jenkins in a very small voice:

　　 "I'm not the kind of person who likes to spread rumors, but in fact, most people think that Miss Alex was not ill, but poisoned."

　　 "Do you know who poisoned it?"

　　 He asked immediately, first suspecting it was related to the Witch's House, but in May, they seemed to have not yet arrived in Nolan.

　　 "Oh, sir, this is just a rumor, how can there be a murderer?"

　　 "But since there are such rumors, the story should have a beginning and an end, right?"

"Yes it is."

　　 His expression was slightly embarrassed, he looked very upset, and seemed to regret starting this topic.

"I have no intention of discrediting the lady's reputation, so the specific name will not be given. This is probably a story of jealousy. Young ladies are easily confused because of love. Their love is so intense and hot, and then jealous. Then hate, then..."

　　 He didn't say the last words, but Jenkins already understood.

　　 Looking at the women sitting together, he suddenly had a bold guess. There is no reason for this speculation, but the more you think, the more reasonable it feels.

　　 "Except for poor Miss Alex, the other protagonists in the story are not all in this room, right?"

　　 "Huh? Oh, yes...Huh? You don't think that Miss Lindsay wants to..."

　　 He guessed what Jenkins was thinking, and the expression on his face gradually became astonished.

　　 "It's just a guess. By the way, who is the story we just talked about related to?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice.

　　 Mr. Kevin hesitated slightly and raised his hand, pointed at some of the young people, then quickly put it down, and asked worriedly.

　　 "There are no ghosts in this world, right?"

　　 "I don't know, but the power of faith can dispel any ghosts. When you feel pain and fear, meditate on the holy emblem of the sage and recite the teachings of the sage, then no evil spirits can shake us!"

　　 He answered piously, his face serious, Mr. Kevin could even faintly feel the firm spirit like a rock.

　　 The corners of his mouth quivered, feeling that he could not refute this answer at all, so as Jenkins said, he prayed quietly while drawing the holy emblem on his chest.

　　 "Mr. William is indeed the same as the rumors."

　　The protagonist of the rumored story pointed out by Mr. Kevin has a man and two women in total. If you add the poor man who died, this possible story should be more complicated than Jenkins imagined.

　　 The two women are sitting on the left side of Miss Lindsay and directly opposite her. The women's looks are pretty good, and there are no panic expressions on their faces, only a touch of fear and excitement, as if they are really just trying exciting and interesting games.

　　 As for the man, Jenkins remembered that when everyone introduced each other, his name was Dali Cage, and he seemed to have no proper occupation. Unlike the old-school writers and musicians, he is wearing a thick red dress, and the lace-edged silk sleeves on the inside can be faintly seen from under the sleeves. His face was too fancy makeup, and he couldn't tell the color of the lipstick, and he looked disgusting.

　　 Seeing Jenkins looking at him, the man blinked his beautiful eyelashes at Jenkins, scared Jenkins almost could not stand.

　　 He raised his right hand and gently stroked the soft chocolate on his shoulder to calm his mood. Then immediately looked away, squinted to look at the bright spot in the room, where the women had already put their fingers on the board.

　　 Just now they placed a note with the date of birth of Carly Alex, a note with the date of death, relic jewelry, and photos, respectively, under the four small statues. Then with very light black ink, the name of the deceased was written on the center of the psychic board, on top of the clusters of tombstones for decoration.

Chapter 366 Chapter 361

　　 Jenkins has a very bad feeling.