Chapter 379 Ward
Bang!
Just as Simpson's knife was about to pierce Roca's eyes, a gunshot was suddenly heard.
The loud noise made Roca's ears buzz.
Simpson fell backwards as if he had been hit by a locomotive, and a pool of blood quickly spread out.
The door of the villa was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in black clothes, black hair, and a messy beard on his face walked in. He smiled at Roca and said, "Hello, I'm Luo Fu! Investigator Luo Fu!"
“What… is going on?”
Roca asked blankly: "I remember...I seem to have seen you?"
"It seems that you have remembered something. This is very difficult to deal with..." Luo Fu scratched his head: "In short, Mr. Roca, what you encountered before was not a car accident, but a kidnapping, and the kidnappers were chasing you relentlessly... Today's evidence is it."
He kicked Simpson who was lying on the ground, then looked at the people lying on the ground, with an embarrassed look on his face: "Then... let's call someone to deal with it first."
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“A familiar ceiling!”
“The familiar smell of disinfectant!”
Roca opened his eyes and looked at the furnishings of the wards around him. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been sent here after the inexplicable car accident last time.
No, no, according to that investigator Love, he was not in a car accident.
At this moment, looking at the familiar scene in front of me, what came to my mind was something else.
That was the truth behind his previous kidnapping case.
The murderers were a group of people wearing black robes and hoods, like sneaky wizards.
They kidnapped me and forced me to take a lot of psychiatric drugs?
It seems that there was more than one person who was kidnapped with me?
And then, it’s a ‘ritual’!
Roca had forgotten the specific prayers and spells, and only remembered the dark night, the shaking branches, the dancing flames... and... the crazy people.
I don’t know if these people are sacrifices or something else, but they are all insane, shaping, painting, and creating...
"What I created should be that three-line poem?"
Roca muttered to himself, recalling everything thoroughly.
I have experienced rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other side... Death follows the shadow, and no beauty will not die in withering... But this poem will grow and give you immortality...
He recited this line of poetry silently in his mind, and suddenly his eyes lit up and the curtain of light appeared again.
'It's not an illusion!'
Roca stared at the light screen carefully and found that it was expressed in a strange language or symbols, but he could understand the meaning completely:
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[Name: Fang Xian (Luo Ka)]
[Profession: Alchemist (Level 6 - Nirvana)]
[Magic: ??? Taoism: ???, Martial Arts: ???, Weird: ???]
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Boom!
It was as if a thunder exploded in Roca's head.
Countless memories emerged and filled his consciousness.
He fell on the bed and began to twist and struggle.
Just a moment later, he came to his senses: "I am not Luo Ka, I am Fang Xian!"
Fang Xian woke up completely and looked around.
The movement just now was very brief and the sound was very slight, which did not attract the nurse.
At this moment, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "It seems that something went wrong in this reincarnation, but at least I finally woke up... This time I am really miserable..."
He recalled the mecha world where he was forced to break through, and then became possessed, with both his body and soul about to be destroyed.
At the critical moment, he used the attribute bar, barely used the reincarnation disk to suppress the runaway calamity power, and took the initiative to enter the reincarnation.
At that time, he had completely lost control of himself and could only go with the flow.
"Now it seems that I have arrived in a completely unfamiliar world... and... my calamity power..."
Fang Xian stretched out his hands and smiled bitterly: "Withered and silent, extinct... Is this the realm of the sixth level of the alchemist? How can it be described with just one word, a pit?"
The first level of an alchemist is to lay the foundation for calamity power, the second level is the art of alchemy, the third level is the emergence of Yin spirits, the fourth level controls the field of misfortune, and the fifth level is immortality!
But the sixth level is nirvana!
What is Nirvana?
The power of calamity has subsided, and there is no longer any magic power or supernatural power. This is nirvana!
To put it simply, although the alchemist level exists, he has lost all the calamity power and related techniques, and can no longer absorb calamity power for cultivation. It is only slightly better than being completely destroyed!
"The sixth level of the alchemist is a big pit! Although... this is also dug by me... After all, even if I have the help of reference objects and attribute columns, it is extremely difficult to deduce a path to Daluo... Before the seventh level, these hidden dangers have completely erupted?"
"Also, the hasty breakthrough in the last world didn't give me much chance to save myself."
"Even the reincarnation option has disappeared... because the small reincarnation disk is suppressing the calamity force?"
Fang Xian thought quickly.
Originally, after he broke through level six, he should have died from the runaway calamity force.
It was at the last moment that he gambled everything and barely corrected some of the 'mistakes'. He went from dying upon breaking through to breaking through to becoming a sixth-level alchemist and entering the 'Nirvana Period', where all calamity forces subsided.
"As long as we are alive, there is hope, and we can always find a solution!"
Fang Xian nodded and looked at the attribute column carefully: "This world does not overlap with any of the worlds I have experienced before. Therefore... after the Dao of the Taoist priests fell silent, I no longer have any extraordinary means? I have become an ordinary person? "
"No, no... I can see the attribute column? Does that mean I still have some supernatural power? No... It's those three lines of poetry. They have 'power' themselves, so they let me see the attribute column?"
Fang Xian was very clear about how bad his own golden finger was.
Even though the attribute column is on him, it is not easy to see it without some extraordinary power.
However, the three lines of poetry he recited carried a bit of supernatural power, allowing him to finally see the broken golden finger.
If I don't see him, I don't know when I will wake up. I might live in a daze for the rest of my life with Roca's identity and memories.
"The poems have power and ritual, which means that there are also extraordinary paths in this world... I can climb up and find the solution to my own problems."
"The final curse on that flesh and blood mecha is a bit scary. Could it be the influence of the evil god?"
"However, it is level six, and I am also level six. It is understandable that both of us suffer losses. Sigh... those people in the mecha world, just wish them good luck."
The Way of Daluo exists eternally in all time and space, but level five is still level five.
In the previous world, if Fang Xian did not drive a mecha, his skills alone would be equivalent to Yuelun level.
Only by driving a mecha can you have the power of Xiri's limit, but the evil god's followers on the opposite side are also at the Xiri's limit!
"Don't underestimate any opponent, especially those related to the evil god..."
Fang Xian slowly closed his eyes and rested.
Not long after, the door of the ward was pushed open and Love walked in: "Roca, how do you feel?"
"It's fine, what will happen to my friends?"
Fang Xian took out Luo Ka's attitude and asked anxiously.
"They are fine, they just suffered some mental shock. Our people have given them hypnosis treatment, and with the help of drugs, they can forget what happened today. Well... for them, it is a blessing to be able to live as ordinary people, but you can't do that." Love answered with some pity.
"Why?" Fang Xian was startled, and then he said to himself: "Because my trauma is too severe, hypnosis can't make my memory recover?"
"Yes." Love nodded heavily. "And... based on the clues from the Simpson we captured today, we suddenly captured a group of cultists. They call themselves the Falling Star Cult, and they have their eyes on you..."
