Volume 1: The Bridge Man Chapter 33: Dean: Eighty million is gone!
In the police car, Qiao Ji was eating.
There was no way out. His stomach growled so loudly that the police heard it. They took him to an office, asked him about the details of what happened, and immediately prepared a box lunch for him.
Just now, Qiao Ji recounted exactly what he saw and heard, including the part where the werewolf shouted "sacred stone".
At this moment, there was only one person accompanying him and eating together.
He had seen the policeman who accompanied him in the morning.
"Comrade Police, what is the Envy Stone?"
"It is an evil object that the Antiquity Society dug up from a western country. I have never seen what it looks like."
Cheng Jun was eating while sending messages, telling them what he had just asked Qiao Ji, to let them know that this matter was not ordinary.
After all, it involves the Jealousy Stone.
Most people may be confused by this name, but they are currently investigating the Jian Gu Society which was torn apart by the joint efforts of many countries. One of the most powerful branches of the Jian Gu Society is Original Sin , so they were shocked when they heard these four words.
When it comes to the Antique Appraisal Association, the situation becomes unusual.
And now, messages from other colleagues have confirmed this.
Li Bencheng, another unconscious doctor, and Lin Mengfu were all rescued. After all, this is a world of supernatural powers, and as long as they don't die on the spot, they can basically be rescued quickly.
After questioning them, we learned that it was indeed related to the Jian Gu Society, and two blood-robed high priests of the Jian Gu Society's Original Sin series had appeared!
"Ancient Art Association? Is it an illegal organization?"
Qiao Ji didn't know anything about the Antiquity Association. When he went in, he only heard the werewolf shouting "Jealous Divine Stone".
"Yes, that's right. A group of antisocial elements who will stop at nothing to pursue power are digging for mysterious relics all over the world. The ones who appeared this time are the Original Sin faction of the Antiquity Association. They like to perform human sacrifices and are an evil organization wanted by the whole world."
Living sacrifice?
Qiao Ji suddenly thought of the red robe.
So, I killed a high-ranking member of the Antiquities Association?
I hope this evil organization won't come to retaliate against me.
When Qiao Ji thought of this, he slowed down his eating.
It seems that I need to be more careful in the next period of time. After returning, I will practice my skills hard and then study how to make cos props.
He now has a few souls in his hands, so he should be able to make props.
It's always better to be more prepared to avoid being caught off guard. Although the frying pan is very powerful, it doesn't do much to improve your physical fitness.
He wanted to get a prop that could improve his physical fitness, or have protective capabilities, preferably a prop .
I just don’t know how many souls are needed to make it, and whether the few I have are enough.
If it really doesn't work, don't we still have that red robe?
Its use is similar to Paimon's, it is an emergency food, a backup hidden energy source, and can recharge a lot of souls.
In the memory space, the blood-stained clothes suddenly trembled.
Qiao Ji made up his mind and decided to study the making of cosplay props later.
Cheng Jun put away his phone and said, "Regarding the situation you reported earlier, we have already questioned the person involved, and it is confirmed that the person you shot dead was a Blood-robed Priest of the Antiquity Association."
Blood-Cloaked Priest?
This word was also unfamiliar to Qiao Ji.
"And Dr. Wang Bo's attack on you was not his own will, but was controlled by another Blood-robed High Priest with his supernatural powers. I hope you can understand this."
Qiao Ji was a little confused, "There is also a blood-robed high priest?"
"Yes, one of his abilities is to possess others and control their actions."
"Possessed?"
No wonder Dr. Wang wanted to attack him.
"We asked Dr. Li Bencheng after he woke up. He used spiritual isolation to attack the two blood-robed priests, weakening their connection with supernatural powers. Without the protection of supernatural powers, he can't possess people, and his soul will disappear quickly, but--"
Cheng Jun paused for a moment, then continued, "We didn't find the Blood Robe, the representative Soul Devouring Blood Robe of the Blood Robe High Priest, nor did we find the Jealous Divine Stone at the scene. That guy must have gotten away."
He felt a little embarrassed that such a dangerous person had escaped .
Qiao Ji was wondering if the system had absorbed a soul from nowhere.
Could it be that of the other blood-robed high priest?
After all, that soul-devouring blood-stained robe seems to be with me.
I just don’t know where the Stone of Jealousy has gone, and I haven’t seen it myself.
"What does this blood-robed high priest do?"
"The Jian Gu Society has many branches, and each branch is pursuing a certain ancient power. The leader who possesses a certain ancient power is called the chief priest."
"What is the Soul-Eating Blood Robe used for? Is it a kind of cultural relic?"
Qiao Ji is a genius and an eyewitness to this incident. Cheng Jun also admires his courage to stand up, but of course, he does not encourage it.
So he patiently explained, "The Soul Devouring Blood Robe was made by the president of the Ancient Appraisal Association using an evil and cruel method of human sacrifice. It can transform into a thousand different forms and can protect itself from attacks by most spiritual powers below the Earth level. It is said that the Soul Devouring Blood Robe itself is made of many imprisoned souls and can devour the spiritual power of others. In the Ancient Appraisal Association, only the chief priest has it."
Um?
Immune to psychic attacks?
Is it such a powerful effect?
Qiao Ji suddenly understood the purpose of the blood-stained shirt. It turned out that it was not used to make people become intangible, but to make people immune to psychic powers.
"And the sonic attack you mentioned when you called the police earlier is actually not a sonic attack, but a mental scream from the psychic power. In the Ancient Appraisal Society, the leaders of the Original Sin Department are basically all psychic power users."
Cheng Jun said casually, then finished the rice in the disposable lunch box and looked at the water bucket in the hospital conference room.
Why is there no water?
"I'm going to get something to drink, what do you want?"
"Mineral water is fine."
"Okay, just stay here and don't run around. We've called your family and they'll be here soon."
Qiao Ji nodded, then asked, "I want to go see my sister."
"Go ahead, but don't go too far."
The matter had little to do with Qiao Ji. He was just a lucky guy who came to the hospital for a check-up and just happened to meet someone from the Antique Appraisal Association.
Cheng Jun was thinking about how to find the soul that ran away with the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe and the Jealousy Stone, but he felt it was a bit difficult. He had no experience with such a thing before. After all, most people would die when their soul leaves their body.
The work of the hospital was resuming in an orderly manner. After all, most people were just shocked by the power of Psychic Scream and fell into a coma. After waking up and being confused for a while, they were fine.
“Wuwuwu…”
Qiao Ji heard the heart-wrenching cry.
Are they the family members of the deceased?
The dead people he saw included the security guard who was thrown down from above and the young doctor Zhao.
A middle-aged man in formal attire and slightly plump was lying on the ground in pain, with many doctors and nurses beside him trying to persuade him.
"Don't be sad, Dean."
"Dean, please get up."
The man lying on the ground howled heartbreakingly, "Woo woo woo, the spiritual isolation room that was just installed this year has been soaked in water. Eighty million, eighty million——"
He howled as if he was dying.
Qiao Ji: ...
