"Five digits."

　　 "Oh, this is really a big deal."

　　 Even Mr. Augustus, who does not intend to participate in the conversation behind him, couldn’t help but sigh, and Jenkins felt incredible:

"Where did you find the five-figure prisoners on death row? I know that Chesland must have this number, but I don’t believe it. You can transfer all the death row prisoners across the country to the Southern Forest, but there is no trace left. Next. Neither Hampavo nor Fidiktelli has heard anything about it. Have you been entertained by the spies and spies to the banquet?"

　　 "Those people, in addition to thousands of death row prisoners, death row prisoners, there are..."

　　 is clearly a spirit body, but he acted as if he couldn't breathe because Jenkins grabbed the opponent's neck. The hand did not pass through the spirit body, but it was really caught. After letting go, Jenkins noticed a clear black grip on the opponent's neck.

　　 If a powerful evil spirit touches a living person, it will leave a similar mark on the living person. If a powerful living person touches an evil spirit, it will leave a similar mark on the evil spirit.

　　 "In addition to the thousands of executed prisoners, there are also a few tribes living in the virgin forest, and the army responsible for this matter..."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins's face was ugly, Tu Kewen did not dare to continue.

"So that the fire is really related to them? This explanation is reasonable, and a fire directly burned all the traces. After the rainy season comes, it will be washed again. When the next spring, there is really nothing to be found. ...Other than the fire, what is the purpose of the sacrifice? Don't tell me, you don't know anything."

"I heard them talk about it, but it's not very clear. It seems that the organization got the guidance of a very wise elder, wanting to use sacrifices to bring the material world to the continent area, the most unlikely area where smoke will gather. , Also covered with smog. You know, even the deserts in the middle of the mainland have cities-because of the coal under the sand, but the southern primordial rainforest is an undeveloped area, where there is the best quality air in the world. Chessland’s tourism is in the Southern Forest..."

　　 He closed his mouth consciously.

　　 "So the forest fire that burned for several months in the forests of southern Chessland was the product of that sacrifice?"

　　 Jenkins confirmed.

"......Yes it is."

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Chapter 1804 Chapter 1775 Self-Murder

　　 "I really shouldn't have helped contact the church to save you a few days ago."

　　 Seeing Jenkins say this, Tu Kewen did not dare to speak any more, he knew that no matter who heard it, he would be angry.

Tuckwen’s intelligence is very valuable. Knowing that the southern forest fire is related to the tree house, it is not difficult to think that their purpose is to promote the arrival of the end faster. The dense fog will eventually cover the world, so the most difficult place will be covered. Man-made thick fog is of inestimable significance to the end of the world.

　　 It’s just that Jenkins still doesn’t know how it’s good for them. After all, except for the purple that represents destiny, all the savior emblems are basically in his own hands. Even if the doomsday finally comes, saving the world has nothing to do with the tree house, and the doomsday will not wait for them because of their help.

　　 "Do you know anything else?"

　　 "I don't know, in our cooperation, they are not required to tell me their purpose, and I am not interested in those things. I am just an ordinary person and don't want to see too much of those crazy things."

　　 "So as the price of tens of thousands of living people you have provided, what help does the tree house give you? Don't you tell me that so many lives are just used to get the verbal promise that they will help you."

"Of course not... they promised to help the Arecio family for a hundred years. Within this hundred years, as long as there is even one Arecio, they will help him sit on the throne. We signed a contract for this. Although the contract was brought out by them, by touching the parchment, I can be sure that once signed, neither party will be able to go back.”

　　 "But what if they take the initiative to kill all your offspring and relatives?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, Tucker was puzzled, and then explained:

"I understand what you mean, but the Arecio family is not like the Middleton family. The Chessland royal family has a wide range of branches and leaves. Even if you only count the names that are eligible to be recorded on the family tree, the living There are a hundred people. These people are scattered all over the world. If the other party is really not afraid of being discovered by the church and planning hundreds of murders, then I have nothing to say."

　　 So just now Tuckwen wanted Jenkins to help, probably because he knew that even if he died, with the help of the tree house, there were still family members who could revitalize the family, so he didn't think that Cheslan would just throw away the royal family.

　　 "Before you died, did you know that in addition to helping you, the tree house was also helping those who opposed you?"

　　 "Yes, I know, I even know that the last curse was imposed by the people in the tree house."

　　 "Aren't they abandoning cooperation?"

　　 "No, I didn't restrict them. They can help others, as long as Arecio is the one who masters Cheslan in the end."

　　 It is clear that all the previous words are truthful, but only the last paragraph is a lie. Jenkins looked into the eyes of the soul. He saw that the soul was afraid, worried, and afraid, but the other party did not tell the truth.

"you are lying."

　　 He lowered his voice, thinking it would be more powerful.

　　 "No, I didn't lie, these are the truth."

　　 What else did Jenkins want to say, but Mr. Augustus walked over and reached out his hand to point to the other person, his expression that was still agile immediately became sluggish:

　　 "Now he can only tell the truth."

　　 Mr. Augustus said, and then added:

　　 "This is actually a violation of the rules, but it is not a violation of the rules, so I think it probably doesn't matter."

　　 Jenkins laughed, nodded to Mr. Augustus, and asked again:

　　 "Who planned to kill you?"

　　 "It was the opposition and high-level military officials in Chesland who planned to kill me."

　　 The sound is vague, like a mouthful of phlegm in the throat. This is a typical way of voice of evil spirits. There is no reason but instinct.

　　 "Are there any strange things behind this?"

"There is a strange thing, because I let the tree house use spiritual hints to urge my opponents to do something to me, otherwise they would not choose a time point like the Three Kings Talks. The time point originally planned to assassinate me was my promise. Lan is on the way back."

　　 Jenkins covered his forehead, which is why he hates being involved in political issues. Most of these things can’t find the truth, unless it’s like this.

　　 "Why did you let the other party kill you?"

"I need to pave the way for future generations. I am now dying in Nolan. In order to clear his suspicion, Fidi Ctley will definitely investigate the truth of the matter. In this way, the citizens of Chesland will know that my opponent is Untrustworthy, and Alessio is the king of Chessland. When I went to Fidictelli, my second son was with me, and he was my chosen heir. He will announce his confession soon. The result of Fidiktelli’s investigation, and then returned to China on loan. At that time, the back hand I stayed in the country would cooperate with him to clean up all the unstable factors in Chesland in one fell swoop."

　　 This is more complicated than Jenkins thought, and the plan is more complicated than that of Salhi II and Queen Isabella. But at least for now, the feasibility is not bad, after all, in the few days after his death, the development of things is exactly the same as he expected.

　　 "This person is really disgusting."

　　 Jenkins said in disgust, and left Tuckwen. The things he wanted to ask were probably only these. Knowing the cause and effect of this matter, Tuckwen had no meaning to him.

"Let's go."

　　 He said to Mr. Augustus, Mr. Augustus nodded, ignoring the frozen soul, and walked to the side entrance of the main hall with Jenkins:

"For politics, this kind of thing is actually quite normal. Even a nobleman like me who has been bedridden since I was young has heard and seen many similar things. But it is indeed too much to sacrifice tens of thousands of people at once. Now, that king really has'power'."

　　 Jenkins understood that the last sentence was satire, and he asked:

　　 "Stop talking about that person, this kind of person is not worth remembering. Mr. Augustus, in fact, I'm very curious, what happens next when these souls go to the immortal underworld?"

　　 He is looking forward to this world also has the process of judging evil in the myths and legends of the past, but Mr. Augustus’s answer is simple:

　　 "They will keep going."

　　 His tone is serious.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 "It's the simplest meaning, keep going."

　　 is still that serious tone.

　　 Jenkins still didn't understand, but he also knew that this matter could not be asked casually, so he changed the topic again.

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"I really didn't expect anyone in this world to dare to do such a thing. Even if the sacrifice arranged by the cultists, as far as I know, the largest one in the 18th century involved only a few thousand people. "

　　 Jenkins once again brought the topic back to what he had just heard.

"That's because the cultists are not strong enough. If they have the power of King Cheslan, they will do things like Tuckwen. I have no doubt about this. Those who control power always need to be vigilant. Yes, because once human desires are amplified by power, all kinds of magical things will happen."

　　 Mr. Augustus also sighed, just about to enter the corridor with Jenkins, but saw Jenkins suddenly turn around.

　　 I saw that the soul of Takwen still still there was shrouded in a strange gray mist. In Jenkins' eyes, part of the soul and part of the disordered consciousness disappeared.

"Someone is trying to channel his soul, but channeling cannot take away the intact soul. Therefore, channeling can only summon unconscious soul fragments and fragmented spirits that remain in the material world most of the time. If it is more unlucky, It may also be an already formed evil spirit traversing the material world."

　　 Mr. Augustus knows a lot about this kind of thing, and the latter result he said is also the fate of those brave but not awe-inspiring young people in the horror story.

　　 "Can you find out who is channeling him?"

　　 Jenkins asked.

　　 Mr. Augustus then turned back to Tuckwen and grabbed it twice in the air with his hands:

　　 "The opponent is not using abilities or ritual channeling, they are using numbered items. This is...A-05-3-4231 [Soul Echo]. It's really interesting..."

　　 He turned to look at Jenkins and asked:

"Jenkins, why don't you return to the real world directly from here? While the channeling is not over, I can use some means to replace the king’s soul with your body and soul. Ordinary rituals probably won’t move you. But since there is the power of a deceit, I think as long as you don't resist, plus I will push you, it will probably be enough to send you there."

　　Clang~clang~clang~

　　 In the small warehouse near the mine in Nolan East District, the warehouse door is tightly closed, and the ventilation windows and side windows of the zenith are all covered with black opaque cloth. The huge warehouse was dark, because it was night, there was no natural light to shine in, and the light source in the warehouse was just six faintly lit candles.

　　 The warehouse has a large area, but now it doesn’t even store even a stack of paper. Only a rectangular table is placed under the central tic-shaped beam, and there are six middle-aged men on the side of the table.

All six were wearing black robes of the same style. Five of them held hands with each other. The two at both ends put their hands on the sixth person’s shoulders, while the sixth person held a brass triangle iron in one hand and the other. He is holding an exquisite copper-colored small hammer.

　　 Everyone has a candle at their feet, but there is no candle on the table, so no one can see each other's faces clearly. As the triangle iron kept being struck, the candlelight shook subtlely in every sound.

Everyone felt nauseous and vomiting, and at the same time an inexplicable fear tried to make them let go of the hands involved, but because they knew the taboo of [Soul Echo] this tricky thing in advance, no one dared to have the slightest bit of fear. action.

　　 There was a wind in the closed warehouse, causing the weak candlelight to almost completely disappear. At the same time, the table, which none of the six people touched, began to shake violently, and then the chairs moved them with each other. Everyone gritted their teeth and didn't let go of their hands. The man who was still knocking on the triangular iron, his arms began to tremble.

　　 The temperature dropped little by little, until every breath they exhaled would form a white mist in the air. With six consecutive puffs, the yellow candlelight turned into a faint blue, and people at the table knew that the soul they were looking for had arrived.

　　Because of maintaining the current posture, everyone has a blind spot of vision. Besides, except for the area around the table, the entire warehouse is dark and invisible, so no one can observe what is being channeled out.

　　 But even if they are using tricks, they have already thought about what they will encounter, so although they are frightened, they are not panicked at all.

"Did you come back?"

　　 The man who kept tapping the triangle iron took the lead to speak, and his voice reverberated in the empty warehouse. But no one answered him, so after waiting for half a minute in silence, his tapping speed suddenly became faster:

"Did you come back?"

　　 slap~

　　 A small stone was thrown onto the table from a dark distance. After it landed, the stone was dripping around on the table. After it stopped, it happened to be in the center of the table.

"who are you?"

　　 The man who got this inexplicable, but somewhat horrified answer in the current atmosphere asked again, the action of tapping the triangle iron did not stop. Only this time he didn't get any form of response, so he was silent for dozens of seconds and changed a question:

　　 "We need your soul. At this time, we will offer sacrifices. Please accept the sacrifices and leave the soul."

　　 I don't know who touched the mechanism at the bottom of the table with his foot, and the top of the square table turned over, revealing the drowsy woman tied under the table. This is a middle-aged woman with no identity characteristics, but judging from the slight breathing movement, she is still alive.

　　 There was a soft noise in the darkness, and a stronger fear flooded everyone's heart. This is obviously a natural ability [fear halo] that most evil spirits have, so the six of them resisted the throbbing in their hearts and waited for something in the dark to respond.

　　 Suddenly, the person facing the man holding the triangle iron seemed to be caught in the air by an invisible rope. Because the companions did not let go of their hands, the buttocks of the two people around him almost left the chair.

　　 The hanged man twitched in the air, and then fell back to the chair amidst the loud noise. But he has completely lost consciousness. If he weren't still held by his companions, he might have slipped under the table.

　　 "Do you think this sacrifice is not enough?"

　　 The man holding the triangle iron asked calmly, and then tapped harder. I don't know what the principle is, the sound made this time actually left a buzzing sound in my ears for a long time:

　　 "Do you really think that this sacrifice is not enough? We just want a part of your soul, to make a fake body that looks similar to you, without all your soul."

　　 The existence in the darkness was silent for a while, and the bitter wind not only blew from there, one of the six was hung up, lost consciousness after the same twitch, and fell down.

　　 The expression of the man holding the triangle iron became more serious, he once again struck the instrument in his hand hard, because of this sound, everyone's ears overflowed with blood:

　　 "Don't think that I am going to negotiate with you. If you are not afraid of your soul being beaten by us, do you think I will talk to you calmly?"

　　 Another small rock was thrown onto the table from a dark distance. After hitting the woman's belly, it bounced under the table.

　　 "You mean you want a living sacrifice?"

　　 still did not answer, but a stone was thrown over again. At first several people thought it was a stone, but when it bounced off the tabletop, they saw that it was a black plant seed.

　　 "What the **** do you mean?"

　　 The man’s voice was a bit grumpy, and he could hardly bear the wasting of time for a mortal soul. But in order to organize the plan, they have to do this again.

　　 suddenly felt his hands resting on his shoulders, and then the cold feeling almost paralyzed the right body. With the faint light of the candle under his feet, he saw the faces of the three companions who were still awake with horrified expressions, so he knew that the soul had appeared.

　　Because of being channeled by the trick [Soul Echo], Takwen’s soul must degenerate into evil spirits, so the man is not surprised by the expressions of his companions. I just don't know why they are constantly blinking, but until the end of the use of this trick, other living people participating in it are not allowed to speak, so he can't get the answer from his companions.

Soon, his right shoulder was also put on his hand, so he could imagine what kind of posture the evil spirit behind him was taking to touch him, but he was not nervous, as long as the channeling had not ended, then the evil spirit could not. Really hurt yourself.

　　 The feeling of coldness spread from the shoulders to the whole body. This is not only because the hands of the evil spirits are cold like ice cubes, but the spirit of death is spreading along the whole body.