Chapter 250: Ritualist (2/2)
“Okay, it’s ti in the middle of the crowd said in a low voice He put the pocket watch back into his sleeves, “It see”
“Then, shall we retreat immediately?”
A bald man about two meters tall, with firm muscles and a roup have either betrayed us or been caught The Crows may have noticed us”
“Hmph, they probably fled”
The brown-skinned woreen tattoos on her shoulders sneered, “The Bobby brothers are cowards They looked reluctant at the start as if ere going to force them to die”
“Shush, I understand why you would say Old Mike and Joseph have betrayed us and fled, but Bobby isn’t that kind of person He’s Joseph’s cousin, but not like him” The bald man retorted in a deep voice, “Bobby is ambitious He has the talent to embark on the path of transcendence, unlike us He wouldn’t have fled”
“Not necessarily” The wohed derisively, “The path to transcendence… It’s not just us who can provide it Maybe he will take our inforo serve the Crow”
“—There are indeed Transcendental paths available everywhere”
The skinny oldtheir conversation, “But besides us, ould lead the son of a felon on the path of transcendence?”
“Yes, Father” The strongmore
“Father, you have the final say” The rebellious brown-skinned woive in to the old man
The skinny old man known as “Dad” said slowly, “Also, I want to correct your mistakes It isn’t that you all are unqualified to embark on the path of transcendence… but it is just unnecessary
“Transcended power isn’t only limited to Transcended and priests In fact, soet a hold on Transcended power until they died
“Since they can only utilize it a few ti the path of the ritual is the same”
As he spoke, he strolled to the cabinet and took down 2 ceramic bottles
Citalopram noted that the bottles were marked “Silver” and “Pearls”
It made her a little uneasy
Then, the old man poured some powder fro ed a short, thin, snarky-eyed short rabbed the poor soul’s neck directly
Then, like killing a chicken, he used the short er to slash the short
She stepped back without hesitation and got out of the warehouse through the wall
With the blood gushi+ng out, the silver powder and pearl poere soaked in the blink of an eye
The old man put his hand in front of one of the runes and chanted in a low volume, “Silver opens my eyes…”
At the next moment, a silver flaelike mercury
The fire only lit up for three seconds, then went out again
Nothing came up The old man frowned deeply
“Was it an illusion?” He murmured
The old man was silent for a while, then walked to the bottles that contained the metal powders and commanded in a low voice, “Get ’s heart
“I’”
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