People finally got used to Tarot's arrival, and the crowd that was noisy gradually calmed down.

The reporters who were invited in were only from a few major newspapers, so the garden became much quieter.

People found their seats in the open-air venue and started chatting with the people around them.

Sean was also able to meet Moonlight, and the two talked in a low voice about their findings in the venue.

"Have you figured out what he's going to do?" Sean asked.

Yueguang shook his head regretfully: "What we can know is that he must be planning something, but he still has no way of knowing what it is."

Behind Moonlight, Evan, whose eyes were cold, also shook his head.

Even Evan, who is a master of secret arts, can't spy on anything, they really can only adapt accordingly.

However, Olivia, who had been lurking on the periphery, suddenly spoke: "Sean, I have some discoveries here."

Sean, who was a little down at first, stood up straighter: "What?"

"Within the range of the golden rose, the flow of the spiritual web is somewhat unnatural."

The Underground Spirit Network, the large-scale spiritual power network constructed by the Newlander Explorers Association with the help of some ancient context, is that it realizes various basic functions including Explorer Poker.

The spirit net spreads all over the territory of New Zealand. Usually, by observing the shape of the spirit net, some hidden clues can be seen.

"The flow of the spiritual net is obviously blocked from the mansion." Olivia's voice sounded in Sean's heart, "Obviously, there is something deliberately hidden in Bill's mansion."

Hearing what Olivia said, Sean was a little uncertain.

After all, there are mechanisms to isolate the spiritual net in the mansions of many great people.

Detective bodyguards are most likely to set up shields for their patrons to ensure that the lives of their protected targets are not subject to excessive prying.

The fact that Lingwang was blocked may have hinted at Bill's plan, or it may not have shown much significance.

In order to seduce Ms. Tarot, rather than setting up some kind of large-scale mechanism in the mansion, Sean is more willing to believe that Bill may use some kind of strange mysterious heritage to steal the soul of the lady to force the wealthy The widow fell in love with herself.

At this time, the guests in the park basically found their seats. Ms. Taro sat next to Mr. Donald, who had been caring for him. The stocky Donald was telling something in Taro's ear at this time. Sometimes stagnant and sometimes turning, obviously listening carefully.

Bill, the master, did not accompany the distinguished guests at the moment, but began to coordinate the arrangements for the next steps.

Before the banquet began, Bill prepared a charity auction.

Celebrities present will take out their art collections for auction, and all the proceeds from the auction will be donated to Ms. Tarot's charitable fund.

Bill was making the final preparations for the auction. After confirming that everything was in order, the tall man with a charming smile on his face walked to the podium and began to give a welcome speech to the people, and introduced the purchase of this auction today. And the purpose of the banquet... Of course, there is no shortage of compliments to Taro herself and her career.

"...Before the auction starts, I hope to invite Ms. Taro to say a few words about today's banquet - after all, she is the protagonist of today!"

Taro below the stage showed a somewhat unexpected expression, but the loud applause made her have to stand up with a smile, and walked towards the podium amidst the applause...

During this process, Sean suddenly understood something - Bill would not use any insidious means in such an occasion.

He is more likely to attack Taro at a banquet in the afternoon, or even in the alone time after the banquet.

During this turbulent time, Bill didn't have a chance to get off the phone, and they didn't need to be too nervous.

After inviting Taro to the podium, Bill stepped aside and led the audience to give applause to the well-known philanthropist.

Taro responded with an "exorbitant" smile amid the applause, and breathed softly into the microphone. Her gesture to speak made the applause gradually calmer.

"I'm very glad to be able to come to this legendary place today - the mansion of Long Island Bill's mansion, where every night is singing..."

Taro turned to look at Bill, who was smiling brightly. The latter waved his hand and looked ashamed, and the guests all laughed.

"I remember that my mother once told me that living here alone..." Taro, who was talking eloquently, stopped abruptly.

At first, the guests thought there was something wrong with the microphone, but only Sean and a few people found that something was wrong.

When they saw Ms. Taro's confident and relaxed eyes, they suddenly became confused and shocked.

Her green eyes crossed the dark audience below the stage and looked towards the gate of the mansion.

Then, as if she saw something incomparably huge, her eyes remained in the distance, moving slowly in one direction, as if she was using her eyes to outline the horizon.

In the end, her stunned gaze landed on Bill's face: "What you raised by your cousin..."

Sean also noticed something was wrong, he saw a very strange smile on Bill's face—

It was an indescribable expression of madness, Bill trembling slightly, his face flushed red and his forehead bulging under the mask of his signature smile—not so much he was laughing as he was Seems to be in some kind of unhealthy ecstasy.

"You, you are raised by your cousin!" Taro's expression was completely distorted. UU reading www.uukanshu.com The huge change happened almost at this moment.

The guests began to scream inexplicably. Sean found that among the panicked guests, the ordinary faces on several people's faces suddenly changed into masks of various colors.

Sean recognized two of them, the undead agent he saw in the Brooklyn Bridge subway station that day, and the Styx coin picker.

Besides, he smelled a desolate and corrupt smell.

As if the damp maple leaves connected to the sky were completely rotten, the mighty wind swept the smell into the sky, and the strong smell of corruption seemed to materialize, rising from the soil in an absolute standard circle along the wall of Bill's mansion.

Although the smell of corruption is not quite the same, it is very close to the breath of life harvesting and death of "Generator of Creation".

An ancient relic of folk belief seems to be buried under Bill's mansion!

Taro's pair of slender fingers clenched the podium tightly. She had completely lost her graceful calmness, her hair was loose, and a pure energy like green crystals was constantly emitting from her body. It is the source of the suppression and balance at this moment.

Tallo glared at Long Island Bill, her eyes as if they were about to bleed.

The eight explorers, who had been hiding in the crowd, swarmed towards the podium against the fleeing crowd.

Standing beside the terrifying Ms. Tarot, Bill still had that crazy smile on his face:

"Ms. Tarot, I never appeared in your story - until today.

"Long Island Bill's party has been waiting for your visit...