"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly rose from the horizon, followed by heavy rain like a forest.

Lucid was out of his "stealth" state.

After all, "stealth" is a very fragile state, and this delicate balance will be broken if you are not careful.

But for her who had completely "digested" the potion, it didn't have much impact.

But she still voluntarily withdrew from the "stealth" state.

It's fine to barely maintain "stealth", but it's not necessary.

Although "stealth" is an extraordinary ability, it does not fundamentally erase the existence of volume. Strictly speaking, it actually distorts light, which is an extension of the previous "shadow concealment".

In this dense pouring rain, maintaining "stealth" is also obvious.

If you continue to iron out, that is Master Luo's style.

This is not for fun!

However, this has also had an impact on the plan to follow the "follow the vine".

You should know that dealing with the "witches" can not be rashly fortune-telling.

Coupled with the rain washing off the smell, it is very likely to lose the target in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk..."

Frowning, Lucid couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

But she stopped and did not continue to follow.

Dog...Ah no, stability is the most important thing!

It is very likely that this place is the home of the "Witch Sect", and if you fail to do so, you may become a "SF Express".

Can't be anxious!

But after another thought, she was relieved again.

If you lose it, you lose it, it's no big deal.

As long as people related to the "Cthulhu" are still active in this area, there will definitely be some clues.

She is not in a hurry for someone...

Well, it's still anxious.

Lucid didn't intend to sneak out for too long this time.

After all, the identity of the "saint" does not mean that you can give up...In addition to the "poverty alleviation fund" related matters, you have to continue to improve it yourself.

There is not enough time.

But it is also not worth her risk.

Reluctantly, Lucid had to hide under the eaves on the side, watching the "wrestler" leaving behind.

But at this moment, the "big man" actually stopped and rang the doorbell of the house at the end of the street.

"Eh?"

Your Excellency "saint" raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

This is really unexpected.

As I thought about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Looking up at the dense raindrops falling from the sky, she squinted her eyes, a somewhat unpredictable expression flashing in her eyes.

...

"Tick to tick..."

With the sound of raindrops, Lucid, sitting in a cafe, raised his eyebrows without a trace.

The rain that had been raining all night finally stopped.

Picking up the black tea that hadn't added other messy things on hand, took a sip unhurriedly, and the Lord "Sage" rubbed his forehead to slightly alleviate the sleepiness caused by the whole night.

It was already morning.

After it rained last night, she stopped tracking and found a place nearby to live.

Then I came to a nearby cafe early in the morning and continued to "watch".

Well, drinking black tea in a cafe is actually quite reasonable.

Compared to coffee, she really prefers black tea.

Although the quality is not as good as the various black teas drunk in the previous life, at least it is still tea.

Smack, smack your mouth, Lucid's eyes can't help but be in a trance.

In fact, green tea is more delicious than black tea.

It's just that in the "mysterious" world, there is no such thing as "green tea".

When she thinks of this, she sighs inexplicably.

In fact, strictly speaking, tea is a specialty of the motherland in its true sense.

It was only "stolen" later.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help taking a sip of the teacup again, and the figure of a certain "recycling" practitioner emerged in her mind.

"Go and collect the tatters..."

Laughing at herself, she left the cafe, and within a short while, she disappeared on the corner of the street.

The rain has completely stopped, and the air is fresh and fresh with the fragrance of soil mixed with the fragrance of plants and flowers.

In midair, Lucid continued to create "spider silk", traveling through the streets and alleys unhurriedly.

This is naturally out of careful consideration.

Traces of footsteps are also easy to be exposed, and it is safer to directly "sway" in the past.

But despite this, her speed of "flying over the wall" is not fast.

This is to avoid making small noises.

Just so cautiously, Lucid "dive" to the small house on the street today.

"call……"

Taking a deep breath gently, she touched the candle that was standing in her pocket, and started to move as her eyes flickered.

Throwing out a very thin "spider silk", the "saint" at the same time used "feather lightness", rushed to the window sill on the second floor, and immediately took a closer look.

However, after some investigation, she found nothing glaring except for the breath of "Cthulhu" that could be "smelled" everywhere.

It was as if the "wrestler" had evaporated out of thin air.

"It's not easy..."

Sometimes no problem is the biggest problem.

I obviously witnessed the arrival of the "wrestler" with my own eyes, but failed to find the slightest trace of this incident, which revealed an unusual smell.

And there is more to the weird thing.

Obviously it is the home of the "Witch Sect", but there doesn't seem to be many women here.

This is a bit unreasonable.

But at this moment, the jingle of the door rang suddenly attracted Lucid's attention.

Maintaining the "invisible" state, she stood on the edge of the window sill and observed it roughly with erratic eyes.

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Through the glass windows still covered with raindrops, Lucid's eyes were greeted with a blurry picture.

The visitor is of medium build and strong build, and is also not female.

"Um?"

Squinting her eyes, she slowly felt a little strange.

I seem to have misunderstood something.

In the "Witch Sect", how could it be possible that there are not a single woman?

At this moment, there was a new movement in the house.

"Kang-bang-bang..."

In the bursts of mechanical sounds, a hidden secret door suddenly opened.

After the "newcomer" was guided into it, the door closed again.

Lucid was startled, and then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

But this was also what she expected.

Since the "wrestler" can "evaporate" in this way, it means that there must be a similar "secret room" here.

Of course, other possibilities are not ruled out.

However, there was a little hesitation on Lucid's face as his eyes flickered.

She doesn't have the consciousness of "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell".

It is absolutely impossible to go in and find out the news.

But at the same time, the curiosity in her heart also quietly rose.

"Tick..."

On the eaves, a drop of water slipped quietly and landed on the ground.

Looking at the wet soil after the rain, she suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly, earning her a plan.

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