The people who guard the tomb have no other way to find the toxin. It doesn't mean that Jenkins has no other way. The eyes swept over the plants in front of him, and the faint black trace came into view. The color of the aura is not strong, far from reaching the level of a sly, but considering that every time a black aura appears is a big deal, Jenkins will not relax his vigilance because of this.

　　 "The red rose over there, the second one from the left, there is a problem with that one."

　　 He pointed out directly, and then explained:

　　 "I have a very keen sense of vitality."

　　 Although this argument is far-fetched, it barely makes sense, so Captain Rutgers sent someone to test it with a new guinea pig.

　　 But Jenkins stopped him again, because after careful comparison, it was clear that the black aura on the rose was far weaker than the toxin extracted from the corpse by the tomb guard.

　　 This is totally unreasonable. It is reported that the three deceased died as soon as they were touched, so there would not be too many toxins in the body. Therefore, the amount of toxins extracted from the corpse is much lower than the toxin content on that flower, and the unreasonable part of the toxin extracted is stronger.

　　 "Actually, I have been curious since just now, since toxins have a strong damaging effect on plants, how does it attach to flowers?"

　　 Jenkins looked back and made sure that there were only a few grave guards near the truck and the flowers, and ordinary people and police were far away.

　　 So he waved his hand at the flower bush on the ground. The branch of the flower near the poisonous rose accepted the vitality provided by Jenkins, broke the growth limit, and "supported" the red rose with the branch.

　　 When the manipulated plant touched the flower, it didn't turn into black ashes, but the three people who died clearly died after touching it.

　　 Everyone now sees that there is something wrong with this matter, and then the death of the mouse that has examined more than 30 flowers has also proved that this rose is indeed the cause of the death.

　　 Originally, Jenkins wanted to try to save the little mouse. Maybe he could keep it and put it in front of the chocolate as a control group to test the cat’s attitude towards other mice. But the "toxin" did not leave him a chance to save the mouse. Death happened in an instant, and the white mouse that was alive at the last moment died out without a process.

The grave guards were exposed to more deaths than Jenkins. They thought of another possibility. After extracting the tiny amount of toxins from the white mice, they dropped on the plants grown by Jenkins, and the whole flower immediately turned black. Ash, even if Jenkins, who controlled it, was mentally prepared for a long time, he instinctively gave up control of plants when his own spirit came into contact with those filthy and disgusting liquids.

　　 This should be considered a good thing. It shows its characteristics with toxins. If Jenkins continues to control plants, it may be affected.

　　 And this kind of experiment also verified one thing. The toxin originally carried by the rose did not show a special effect on the plant. After passing through the human body, it has a stronger power. This is not a simple purification, but a fundamental change in the power of toxins.

　　 The characteristics that have been summarized are peculiar, so Captain Rutgers asked him to send the conclusion back to the church, hoping to find out whether it belongs to the numbered item being recorded.

　　 Jenkins did not stop it. Although the current aura is weak, the toxin of the rose flower will be further strengthened by the human body. It is not clear whether it can continue to be spread to strengthen him, so the possibility that this is a numbered item is not ruled out.

If the next comparison is made with the numbered item record of the Church of the Dead, but there is no comparison, then the toxin found here can be simply accepted as some undiscovered toxin. This matter is considered a perfect solution. Up. And if the results are compared with the records of the Church of the Dead, the subsequent processing will be determined based on the characteristics of the trick.

　　 This is the general method for the church's gifters to deal with abnormal events, and Jenkins is one of the few serious participations. Compared with his approach, the church process is more troublesome, but it is undoubtedly safer and more reliable.

　　 Seeing that the grave guards can make arrangements properly, Jenkins also feels relieved. He did not leave here immediately, but waited for the death church to give the result, and then left with the flower girls.

Because I just promised to compensate the girls for failing to make a business today, Jenkins roughly estimated the cash that needs to be taken out, and found that although the amount of banknotes on his body was sufficient, they were all large bills, and he did not have enough. small change.

　　 So he greeted the grave guard, and temporarily left the yard to exchange change. There was a cake shop on the opposite side of the street. Jenkins bought some scattered biscuits and bread, and planned to give it to the flower girls in a while, taking advantage of this opportunity to change the change.

　　Of course, entering a cake shop will naturally excite chocolate. It climbed from Jenkins' shoulders to the top of his head, and pointed its paw at the cake displayed in the cabinet. The sweet smell made the cat show great activity, which immediately dispelled the drowsy desire for sleep in the summer afternoon.

　　 "Do you still want to eat cake? Did you forget what you did in the morning?"

　　 Jenkins collected the recovered change and asked the clerk to give him some small paper bags containing candies, put the money in the paper bags, and then put them in the paper bags for biscuits and bread.

　　 "I haven't forgiven you for what happened in the morning."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat immediately uttered a very awkward cry, and sullenly jumped from Jenkins's head to squat on Jenkins's shoulders.

　　 The young clerk who helped Jenkins pack bags saw the cat’s expression and couldn’t help laughing, but she didn’t forget to remind:

　　 "Sir, pet cats seem to be unable to eat sweets. Most cats are lactose intolerant. For their own sake, it is best not to feed their cats desserts or cakes."

　　 Chocolate eats more sweets than Jenkins. Jenkins doesn't like the inferior sweetness of this era.

　　 "I know, if possible, I would never feed my cat candy for the whole life."

　　 seems to be answering the clerk, but in fact it is for chocolate. Chocolatier understood Jenkins' threat and meowed dissatisfiedly on his shoulder.

　　 Of course, although his cat threatened his mouth, Jenkins bought a small piece of cake for the cat chocolate before leaving the store with a bunch of things. In return, Chocolate probably saw Jenkins' attitude and was considerate of him holding a bunch of things, so instead of squatting on his shoulders, he rarely walked on the ground by himself.

　　 It took less than twenty minutes from leaving the yard used for unloading to going back. But after walking a few steps outside the door of the store, Jenkins stopped and looked up at the third floor of the building where the carriage house was, billowing black smoke coming out of it.

　　 This should have just appeared, and the people downstairs have not noticed yet, so there is no disturbance for the time being.

　　 "Is this a fire?"

　　 felt a little uneasy in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked back with the chocolate. Obviously only left for twenty minutes, but there was no one in the corridor. When he returned to the door leading to the yard, no policeman saw it, and even the grave guard who should be on duty in front of the door did not appear.

　　 Jenkins' uneasy premonition grew stronger. He stretched out his hand and opened the door. As expected, there was no one in the yard, only some flowers scattered on the ground.

"what happened?"

　　 put the thing he was holding on the front of the carriage, he picked up the chocolate under his feet and looked up to the third floor of the building. The intense black aura is in the window where the fire is emerging. From the shape, it is not human, like a puddle of slime.

　　 Several grave guards are also in that position, and they are all alive. If not unexpected, the disappeared police and other people in the yard should also be on the third floor.

　　 "Good, what's wrong?"

　　 He wondered. At the same time, a deflagration occurred on the third floor, which finally attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street, and soon screams and calls for help came from the front.

　　 Jenkins stood in place and pointed his finger up:

　　 "Call the wind and call the rain!"

　　The flow of the wind brings dark clouds, and the thick cloud layer above the gray fog brings a moist atmosphere to the air. First, a few drops of rain fell on the ground, and after the meeting, the sound of rain came continuously.

　　 This time there is no need to let the rain cover the entire city, just the nearby blocks. Therefore, the loss of spirit is not as much as last time. Jenkins only took a few breaths and thought that he could sustain such a loss.

　　 "I will go up to see the situation, you are here to watch the food this time."

　　 He said to the cat on his shoulder, and put the chocolate beside the paper bags.

　　 The cat poked his head and sniffed the sweet smell next to him, and then shook his head decisively at Jenkins. It actually "stands" from the shaft of the car, supporting its body with its two hind legs, lifting its front paws and spreading it out, making Jenkins a hug. But soon he returned to his original posture again because of his instability, and yelled at Jenkins dissatisfied, not wanting to part with Jenkins.

　　 "Observe, it's on fire, I'm going to save people."

　　 The rain has become a bit heavier, even Jenkins who called the rain can't avoid getting wet. Although heavy rain can prevent the fire from spreading, it obviously can't extinguish the flames running around in the building.

　　 He doesn't know what's going on for the time being, but obviously the flame has nothing to do with the crook, because the place with the black aura is only a certain room on the third floor.

　　 "Wait for me here, I will be back soon."

　　 He said to his cat, and then with the ability to empathize with his heart, he looked at the carriage parked in the corner of the yard. This is not a soliciting carriage, but an ordinary open-top soliciting carriage. It was probably for emergency purposes, so horses were put on the carriages, and the four-hoofed animals were standing leisurely under the shed and eating forage. Suddenly realized that a human was talking to it, he turned his head to look at the young man and his cat in a daze.

　　PS: The follow-up reading has dropped so fast in the last two weeks. Seeing that this book is about to drop 100 from the bestseller list, this is probably the worst period in the few months since the book was released.

Chapter 1826 The Mud in the Fire

Upon receiving Jenkins’s invitation, the four-hoofed animal slowly pulled the carriage downstairs. Jenkins pointed at the seat of the carriage again. The black overlapping dense lines appeared there, and they quickly became thick. Quilt, and was wet by rain.

　　 "You wait there, don't go near downstairs until I call you."

　　 He spoke to the horse quickly, and the horse immediately pulled the quilt of the whole car and walked back to the other side of the yard.

　　 "Meow~"

The chocolate on another carriage called out to Jenkins pitifully in the rain. Jenkins brought a potted tulip from the side and put it next to the cat, knocked on the pot, and the beautiful progressive golden flowers immediately grew to the side. . This is a very strange growth phenomenon. The petals that were originally symmetrical only grew on one side and then drooped, covering both the cat and the bread and biscuits underneath.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate watched Jenkins turned and rushed to the building, and glanced at the burning third floor, and lonely raised his paw and patted the petals on the top of his head. It hated to be separated from Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins did not choose to climb the wall from the outside to the third floor, but ran back into the building and ran up the stairs to the third floor. Somehow, not only was there no one on the first floor, but also on the second floor, at least Jenkins did not encounter anyone running down. Now the fire has just spread to the second floor, and the stairs have not suffered for the time being.

　　Because the stairs are connected to each other, just walk up the stairs. But turning the corner of the stairs, in the stairwell where the temperature suddenly rose, Jenkins saw that the entrance of the stairs leading to the third floor was actually blocked by the sloppy furniture, and billowing black smoke poured from the gap between the furniture to connect the second and third floors. Jenkins can already think of the situation on the third floor of the stairwell.

　　 It's like someone lifted the whole building and leaned it to one side. The furniture inside was all piled up in one corner.

　　 But this couldn't stop Jenkins. He took a step back and then leaned forward abruptly. Amidst the loud noise, he slammed away the cabinets, tables and chairs that were blocked at the top of the stairs.

　　 These furniture had already started to catch fire, and the black smoke made him cough. Once the fire started to burn and spread very quickly, in the few minutes he was delayed, flames had sprung out from the walls, and he didn't know what kind of building materials were used here.

　　 clutching his mouth and nose, lowering his body and rushing into the corridor on the third floor, the fire of gift gushing out of his body, blocking those ordinary flames. After not taking a few steps, I saw a group of people rushing out under the leadership of two grave guards, surrounded by a bubble-like barrier to protect them.

　　 "What happened?"

　　 "In the room over there, the captain is at a standoff with that thing! It forced us up, we just escaped, there are still many people here!"

　　 Some seemingly young grave guards replied, and then looked at the road that had just been opened behind Jenkins.

　　 "Don't get out from here, the fire has spread to the second floor."

　　 Jenkins said, pointing to the wall beside him:

　　 "Smash this wall."

"I come."

The older tomb guard took out a charm from his pocket, kept everyone away and threw it lightly. The charm was stuck on the wall and then exploded into bone pieces to break the wall. The wind was slightly cold on a rainy day. Blowed in, but it didn't have much effect on the fire.

　　 "Come here!"

　　 Jenkins approached the gap and shouted to the horse, and the carriage carrying the quilt immediately went downstairs:

　　 "It's fine if you just jump down. Although it's a bit more dangerous, at least you won't die."

　　 There are grave guards here, and there should be no problem in taking people to jump safely.

　　 "I will help your captain, and the other people on this floor will be handed over to you to rescue."

　　 He said to the two grave guards again, and after they thanked them in a low voice, they arranged for people to go downstairs through the breach.

　　 Jenkins ignored the people behind him, and continued to walk inward along the burning corridor. The wind and rain rushing in from the gap of the explosion finally had some effect. Although the fire was still alarming, Jenkins could barely open a path. The people trapped inside hurriedly left in the opposite direction of Jenkins's advance, and occasionally the popping sound from unknown sources would cause bursts of exclamation.

　　 But I didn't see the group of flower girls all the way until I came to the last room. Just as his hand was on the hot doorknob, the black smoke burst out, and Jenkins pushed it but didn't open the door.

　　 then took a step back, and slammed sideways into the door for a run-up. The door actually looked like a phantom, allowing Jenkins to go straight through. Jenkins rushed into the room with too much force, almost smashing into a ball with the flower girls squeezing in the door.

　　 It was clearly burning outside, but there was no trace of being ignited in this room alone. And not only was there no fire, even the indoor temperature was abnormally low.

　　 In the innermost part of the room, Captain Rutgers, the tomb-keeper, is holding a short stick, stalemate in front of the small round table with a pool of squirming black mud. The muddy mud continued to expand away from Captain Rutgers, attaching to the floor and walls to increase its area. But the tomb guard did not dare to move, and Jenkins could see that his back was soaked.

"What's the situation now?"

　　 While asking, he turned around and tried to open the door, but the door didn't move. The flower seller who was sobbing in shock immediately told him that they were trapped here just because they couldn't open the door, and the other gentleman in the room hadn't moved for a long time.

　　 "Captain Rutgers, what's the matter?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, but the grave guard still did not speak or make any actions. Finally, the bolder one of the girls told Jenkins that she had just seen the person talking to Jenkins in the yard. After Jenkins left, people fetched more white mice and gave them injections.

　　 "Injection?"

　　 Jenkins immediately understood that she was referring to injections, injecting toxins into the mice. If you simply repeat the process that Jenkins has already seen, then there should be no problem, so the extra actions of the grave guards must have caused the current situation.

　　The group of people came to the third floor by themselves, including most of the people on the first and second floors. They also came to the third floor by themselves. After the muddy mud appeared in the yard, Captain Rutgers shouted and let everyone escape immediately.

　　 should have fled to the street, but just like Jenkins couldn't open the door now, everyone just couldn't reach the door of the building. Even when Jenkins came back, the door was not even closed.

　　 So people fled up layer by layer, still on the third floor in a hurry, blocked by the mud seeping through the cracks in the floor. Because no one dared to look directly at the muddy mud, the flower girls could not describe the specific details of the fire, but it must have happened when the two sides were fighting each other.

Chapter 1827 Chapter 1798: A Difficult Opponent

　　 The aura intensity of the black mud has reached the level of a trick. Although it is not smart to judge the strength of the power by the aura intensity, it at least shows that the opponent is not a very strong item such as the key of the old man.

　　 After inquiring the specious details from the flower girl, Jenkins controlled the fire of the gift and touched the mud that was constantly approaching everyone on the ground. As soon as the two touched, the mud didn't even have the idea of ​​confrontation, so they immediately retreated and retreated.

　　 "Sure enough, I am afraid of fire."

　　 Otherwise, it would be unreasonable to force a group of people to the third floor, but they would only move around in this room and ignore the other people on the floor. Jenkins even suspected that it was the captain of the grave guard who set the fire in front of him. He might have discovered the weakness of the opponent.

Knowing this is easy. As the level increases, Jenkins has more control over the gifts. Although he can't split the flame into filaments and cut the mud a little bit, he keeps driving the mud toward the corners of the room. There is still no problem at all.

　　 While doing this, asked the flower girls to step back, Jenkins quietly turned around to call out the miner's lamp of [Mechanical Light], and directly opened a small hole in the door.

I thought about destroying the entire door with the help of the small hole. Looking outside from the hole, I found that the fire had reached a more serious level. He and the grave guard could escape, but there were also a group of teenage girls. , It is difficult for them to escape from the way Jenkins came unharmed.

　　 "Then I can only make a hole in this house."

　　 In this way, we still have to solve the mud that I don’t know what it is.

　　 While using the flames to completely approach the corner of the mud, while slowly approaching the tomb guard. He still didn't dare to move, Jenkins looked at him carefully from top to bottom with real eyes, and saw a black spot of light on his waist.

"can I speak?"

　　 He asked again, but he still didn't get the answer. Suddenly he shot and pressed the opponent's back, and then the flames flowing from the sleeves enveloped the tomb guard. Behind him came the exclamation of the flower sellers, but the tomb guard was not lit. After some black smoke floated into the air, Jenkins manipulated the flames to leave everyone’s body and continued to join the siege of the mud. Blocked, the motionless grave guard finally moved.

　　 He slumped on the ground, and it took him a long time to relax:

　　 "I accidentally splashed a drop of toxin on my clothes just now, and when I found it, I almost let it touch my skin."

　　 "Sure enough, we extract toxins from this mud? What have you done?"