Witch Brigade

That day, at night, there was a small attic somewhere.

Quinnes and Penelope are all in black trench coats and masks.

"It seems that during the day you did a lot of investigations on the Lame Caravan." Penelope put the bullets into his pistol one by one, two stinging swords, one long and one short, hung around his waist. ready.

Quinnstein admitted that there is no need to hide this, "There is a very interesting news."

Soon Quinns told the news that he had received from Qianmen.

"It's really interesting," Penelope stopped his work and took a puff of cigarette. "What's more interesting is why the boss of the lame gang would be interested in an occult classic that has killed three masters. unless……"

Speaking of this, Penelope looked at Quinns.

"Deserving to be a great detective, he can see the problem at a glance. Unless he knows the reason for this, and can avoid the disaster brought by the occult classics."

"It should be like this roughly." Penelope: "Does the danger I feel stems from this?"

"Do not rule out this possibility."

After preparing his equipment, Penelope pushed his mask and said, "Let's go."

Quinn walked in the shadows with shadow steps, while Penelope's movement was magical, similar to teleportation, suddenly appearing from one place to another, but as a person with a dream, Quinn It is clear that this is not a spatial ability, just because Penelope's speed is too fast, in the visual manifestation, it suddenly appears from one place to another.

Such a rapid movement, if viewed according to the laws of physics, is just one movement, and Penelope's muscles may collapse due to the strong pressure from the penetration.

But it seems that because of some kind of occult protection, this situation did not happen.

As the lair of a small gang, naturally it will not be a great place. In fact, it is a small warehouse that has been abandoned, and it will be over if they are used to change it.

Two people stood crookedly at the door of the warehouse, chatting with a low-quality cigarette in their hands.

Two ordinary people, only one glance at Quinnes could tell that they were all small characters standing at the door.

After a second, the two pawns fell softly to the ground and couldn't get up. Without external intervention, it would take at least two hours to wake up.

The thin old metal gate couldn't block the sight of the two Quinns at all, but just peeked inward, the blood that permeated the space immediately filled their eyes. In the blood mist, there was a vaguely three-pillar shape. The altar appeared in the eyes of the two of them, and a figure kneeling halfway in front of the altar was covered with blood stains, and black blood from his wrists, forehead, and shoulders flowed down from five places.

"Not good." Upon seeing this situation, Quinnes immediately closed his eyes, and then turned to look around. Penelope was panting, two lines of blood and tears were already left in his eyes.

Mysterious pollution, although the intensity is only moderate, but the distance between the two of them is too close to the pollution, and what makes Quinns different is that it is only separated by a door. Even Quinns, a keenly inspired person, could not feel everything in the warehouse. Circumstances, such a secret situation and the style of the altar, made Quinnes think of an evil god, the lord of secrets.

There are many evil gods in this world, and they are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Not many of them are famous in the Eastern Continent, that is, the gods behind the major churches and the most joyful evil gods.

But this does not mean that transcendents can ignore other evil gods.

If you compare the gods of the major churches with the biggest evil gods to the largest companies in the world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then people like the Secret Lord are small workshops, and some people believe in nothing. No, no one does not matter.

Please note that what I am talking about here is investment, not that the Lord of the Secret does not have the rich capital of the gods of the several major churches.

To use an image metaphor, it is like the barren African continent. Some large multinational companies don't care at all that they don't want to invest, while some multinational companies invest a considerable amount of resources.

Of course, the reality is more complicated than this. After all, the market is so big. In terms of first-come-first-served terms, when the market share is completely divided up, other gods want to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to get a share, and what they need to invest is related to the production. The comparison is completely disproportionate.

Some people do decapitation business, and even a **** will not do a loss-making business.

An evil **** like the Lord of Secrets, if his followers are in peacetime, they may develop believers in a **** corner instead of appearing here as they are now. But don't forget, what Quinnes saw in the three pieces of fate, the final madness of the evil god, is not to say. Now that the world is about to enter the spiritual tide retreat, when the transcendent is about to disappear, even those small workshop-style Cthulhu investments must be earned back, or even a large sum of money.

Of course, the longevity of the gods is not mortal imaginable. There are some who make a lot of money before the withdrawal, and naturally they also lay the groundwork for the next spiritual wave recovery. This is not what Quinnes is concerned about, and these analyses are only concealed afterwards by Quinnes based on the information he has.

And now, the most urgent task is to interrupt the ritual to worship the Hidden Lord.