Chapter 429 Express Delivery
On the ferry.
Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved towards Manke Port.
Although he possesses a convenient means of transport such as the Gate Key, the investigators do not know this.
In order to keep the secret and hide myself, I had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stubs from each stop to create a false route.
He returned to his cabin, hung up a do not disturb sign, immediately activated the 'secret key', and came to the outside of a school.
Through the fence, Smith could be seen sitting alone on the edge of the playground, staring indifferently at the crowd playing football.
Lonely, paranoid...
This is the main impression he has left on his classmates recently.
In school, people with this kind of personality are easily isolated and subjected to group violence.
But Smith didn't care.
As for the overt bullying?
After he beat up several famous thugs in the school, no one dared to do so anymore, and some even wanted him to be the boss.
Smith, of course, had no interest in this.
"It's really... boring!"
He looked at the athletes sweating hard on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.
'The end of the world is still a few years away... There is still great truth in the universe... These ordinary people can only be like flies, ignorant and foolish, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and when disaster strikes, they die without knowing why...'
Smith murmured in his heart.
After practicing spells, he inevitably leaned towards the dark side.
It's just these symptoms, it's still good.
At this moment, Smith's spirit seemed to touch a terrible vortex.
He stood up, cold sweat already dripping down his forehead. The world around him slowly began to spin. The faces, scenery, and laughter of people were all terribly distorted.
"Who is it?"
Smith's heart was in turmoil, and he was ready to cast spells at any time.
Pursuing the horrible mental vortex, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a figure.
The figure was clearly standing there, but it was unclear what he was looking at. He seemed to be wearing a white shirt, but also a pitch-black cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats crawling.
As for the face, it is even more blurry, or in other words, I can't remember it even if I see it.
"Young believer, our common faith has led me to find you."
Smith heard a voice.
He quickly glanced around and found that no one was paying attention here, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you also... a believer of the Lost God?"
Fang Xian said nothing, but just recited the beginning of the immortal poem.
This feeling of spiritual shock is enough to distinguish him from other believers.
"Why...I haven't seen you on the island?"
Smith asked the question in his mind.
Immediately, he heard the person on the other side sneer: "You are too weak... While you are fighting, there are more believers on other battlefields... The battle between gods is beyond your imagination..."
Smith was stunned.
He thought of the huge black bird and the black Tai Sui that appeared at the end.
Now it seems that perhaps this is a spell cast by a truly powerful believer?
"So... why did you come to see me?"
Smith then asked.
"My Lord said that you are all ignorant lambs who need the guidance of a shepherd..." Fang Xian answered in a very mysterious manner.
"Did the Lord hear my prayers and send you here ?" Smith was excited, even tears welled up in his eyes: "My faith and my prayers... have finally been answered."
"You new believers have no experience in secret societies, so it's easy for investigators to find out. Therefore , you can't hold assemblies or frequently use public facilities to communicate..." Fang Xian said, "I will teach you how to summon messengers... They are invisible hounds that have the ability to travel through space and can be used by us. All it takes is a few spells and techniques..."
"Thank you, sir!" Smith said quickly.
Immediately, he heard the stranger opposite him chanting a spell.
There seemed to be an extra creature in the surrounding space, which might be the 'messenger'.
The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if some blood was drawn.
"Blood is a beacon and a sign. It is your messenger."
Fang Xian's figure kept retreating into the shadows: "For other knowledge, we can communicate through messengers..."
The warm sunshine is shining.
Everything around returned to its original state.
If it weren't for the tingling pain in his fingers and the appearance of an invisible hound that only he could see beside him, Smith would almost think he was hallucinating.
…
Inside the cabin.
Fang Xian's figure reappeared.
He not only visited Smith, but also Vivian, Mickey... and several believers who he thought had potential, and left their contact information and messengers.
In the future, we can teach them some supernatural knowledge and even teleport items through messengers and other means.
"Come to think of it... this person shouldn't be called a messenger, would a courier be more appropriate?"
Fang Xian stroked his chin, sat down on the chair, and began to write:
"…When pursuing supernatural powers, we need to be vigilant and stay humble. Compared to the universe, humans are as small as dust…"
"Reason and thinking are very important. I am sharing a symbol here called 'Spiritual Seal'. It can effectively maintain our reason and protect our spirit when facing the pollution of our clan..."
"We are fortunate to listen to the teachings of the great being... We must remember the doctrine: we must not learn from other sects, perform bloody sacrificial rituals, call on the names of other great beings, or use the power of spells at will..."
"Finally, I hope you can share this knowledge with each other..."
After writing a thick stack of letter papers, Fang Xian stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it.
After doing all this, he began to chant the mantra.
A wind-chasing hound suddenly jumped out from the void.
Unlike its companions, these hounds that serve as 'couriers' have been controlled by Fang Xian using Hopkins' spell.
Unless their master wakes up, not even the Wind-Seekers can summon them.
'The great being on the throne of the Wild Hunt will not pay attention to such a small matter. Besides... it is not the time for the stars to return to their positions yet. Maybe they are still sleeping... As for those cults, do I still fear them? '
Fang Xian stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth with peace of mind.
If there were outsiders present, they would see a thick letter disappear directly into the air, as if it was swallowed by an invisible monster.
"Send it to Smith."
