The black "spiritual thread" originating from different lives appeared in Klein's eyes, but he did not immediately extend his own spirituality to try to manipulate it.

After distinguishing and confirming which "spiritual lines" belonged to Mosona, he drank a sip of ale and focused on appreciating the boxing match on the ring, like a real audience.

The two boxers were naked and did not wear any protective gear. They fought very hard. They kept colliding, and the situation quickly became intense.

Many drunkards and gamblers watched the adrenaline secretion and yelled the name of the boxer they supported and shouted:

"Bow him to death!"

"Fuck this bitch to death!"

On the second floor, Mosona also forgot the cigar in her hand and looked at the ring below intently. One hand was clenched into a fist.

In addition to guarding the surrounding suspicious people and important areas such as the roof and downstairs, the people around him had to turn their backs to his bodyguards, and their attention was inevitably placed on the boxing match that made people's bloody.

Klein raised his hand again and took a sip of beer, as if he was a little breathless from the tense atmosphere.

At this time, his spirituality quietly spread out and grabbed the illusory black line corresponding to Mosona.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Mosona, who was rosacea, was about to move her fist slightly, just like she was fighting on the ring, and her head suddenly became timber.

He felt that the scene around him suddenly became a little strange, as if several layers of thick glass were added.

Mosona then found that his thoughts were obviously stagnant, and found that all the parts in his head seemed to have suddenly rusted.

Because the target is just an ordinary person and the strength of the spirit body is far less than that of the extraordinary, Klein initially controlled the other party without using 20 seconds.

7 seconds!

In just 7 seconds!

Oops... something went wrong... it should be... the ability is... special... the extraordinary person... Mosona, who often interacts with pirates, is not unfamiliar with the mysterious world, so he spent a lot of money to ask the extraordinary person to protect himself. If he hadn't been destroyed by the wine and sex early, his spirit was weak, and his condition was always bad, he would probably lose control. He wanted himself to directly obtain the supernatural power.

At this moment, because of his stagnant thoughts and inexperiencedness, Mosona took more than ten seconds to find out that he had been attacked. He immediately stretched out his arm, opened his mouth, and tried to call for help.

However, his movements were so slow, the sound in his throat was so weak, and the bodyguards around him were watching the tense and intense boxing match intently. The audience's shouts were waves higher and higher, and the guards on the periphery were all at the place where they might come. The obvious abnormality was ignored by employers who were not under heavy protection.

When the climax of the game was temporarily calmed down, some bodyguards and subordinates turned to look at the boss, they could only see Mosona's eyes appearing a little dull. The position of his hands was not very normal. He seemed to be immersed in the boxing match and was anxiously waiting for the final result.

Tears oozed the corners of the gangster's eyes, and he tried hard to let go of his five fingers, hoping to make the cigar fall to the ground and attract attention.

But he found in despair that his thinking was getting slower and stiffer, and a simple movement seemed to take more than one minute to complete, while his fingers were still fighting against his thoughts!

Bang!

The burning cigar finally fell to the floor, and Mosona's tears slid down her face and onto her neck.

Several bodyguards discovered this and were about to ask if the boss was too excited because of the game, Mosona suddenly buried himself and picked up the cigar while wiping his face.

"This game is good! Add money to the final winner!" Mosona flicked the cigar, pulled her collar, and a smiley curve appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He didn't specifically talk about how much to add because Klein didn't understand the market at all, so he could only explain it vaguely.

Yes, Mosona of the "New Ruhn Party" has become his puppet!

Because this gangster is just an ordinary person, and his spiritual strength is even weaker than that of a healthy normal human, it only took him two minutes and fifteen seconds!

If it takes a little longer, he will be distracted from using illusions to create chaos, so that the bodyguards can only protect Mosona, without having time to discover his abnormality.

"Bow him to death!"

"Bow him to death!"

...

The audience's shouts suddenly became neat, and the competition on the ring came to an end. Mosona also signaled the bodyguards to continue watching the game.

When a boxer fell down unconsciously, Mosona smoked a cigar and said:

“Go to the room.

"I want to take a break."

"Yes, boss." His bodyguards and their subordinates immediately surrounded him into the corridor on the second floor and helped him open the door to the lounge.

After instructing the guards to guard various key positions and not to disturb themselves, Mosona paced back and forth a few steps, opened the safe, found documents involving new drugs, and screened out the most important ones.

Then he put the documents and the address notes cut from the newspaper, along with all 758 pounds of cash into a briefcase.

With a creaking sound, he opened the door and called a subordinate:

"Twist this bag under the third street light in corner alley."

"Yes, boss." His subordinates did not ask why.

This is the rule!

Close the door again, Mosona found three candles and spiritual objects, and used a white paper pen to carefully depict the badge corresponding to the "fool" and the special symbol composed of half a symbol of the secret "eye without eyes" and half a symbol of change "twisted lines".

Then, the gangster who had become a puppet lit candles, replaced essential oils and pure dew with perfume, and held a ceremony of praying for gifts seriously.

He chanted the name of "fool" lowly, and recited the corresponding mantra in the Guhemis language that he originally knew nothing about it. Then he picked up the spiritual object and let it blend into the wind and build an illusory door with the changing candlelight. If no spiritual objects are found, Klein's plan was to use Mosona's blood, and human blood itself is a spiritual thing!

In the bathroom on the first floor, Klein seized this opportunity, walked four steps backwards, and came to the gray fog.

Without using the "Black Emperor" card, he directly pried out some of the power of this mysterious space, connected them with the paper man, and shook them into the door of sacrifice and gift.

The paper man immediately turned into twelve pairs of winged angels on his back, flew past the illusory and mysterious gate, passed through the dark and deep void, and arrived at Mosona.

This is interfering with subsequent investigations of divination, prophecy and other extraordinary abilities!

Immediately afterwards, Klein picked up the "Wrinkled Hunger" and threw it into the ceremony gate as well!

"Wrinkled Hunger" came to the real world with the help of a ceremony of praying for gifts, and came to Mosona. It hadn't eaten for a long time and suddenly became restless!

At this time, Klein also returned to the bathroom and again, he controlled Mosona, who had been frozen before, to close his mouth and pick up the gloves on the "altar" between dozens of meters.

A gap immediately cracked in the center of the glove, and there were two rows of illusory, white teeth inside!

The puppet senses obtained by Klein quickly weakened, and he immediately made a decision to remove control.

The slight backlash made him dizzy, but it didn't take long to return to normal.

Then, nothing happened, he left the bathroom, returned to the bar, and continued to drink the ale that he had not finished drinking before.

At the same time, he used the "Spirit Line" to find a mouse on the second floor, and in less than two minutes he turned the other party into his own puppet.

The mouse was a little awkward and unskilled in searching for caves and roads. It took a certain amount of time to enter Mosona's lounge from a bookshelves blocked.

At this time, a thin glove made of human skin was lying quietly on the ground, and Mosona didn't even have any residue in her clothes.

The mouse climbed onto the table, picked up the paper with the corresponding symbol of "Follower" and put it in front of the burning candle.

The paper was quickly ignited and turned into ashes.

After extinguishing the three candles and returning them to their original place, the mouse came to the "Wrinkled Hunger" and picked up the glove.

Then, it returned the same way and left Mosona's lounge.

It lurked all the way to the balcony outside the second floor and climbed down silently.

First floor, bar counter.

Klein took his last sip of beer, put down his glass, and stood up slowly.

He pressed his half-height silk top hat, inserted his hands into the pockets of the black double-breasted long dress, and walked slowly over the alcoholic gamblers and walked to the street.

Following the light of the gas street light, he came to Gujie Lane at normal speed. While pulling out the paper man, shaking and igniting it, he picked up the document bag under the third street light pole.

At this time, a gray mouse, holding a thin human leather glove, jumped over from the darkness.

Klein bent over again expressionlessly and picked up the "squirming hunger".

Then, the gray mouse went away by itself, crawled into a trash can, and lay there, completely losing its breath.

In the night that had already arrived, Klein stood there under the light of the gas street lights, unhurriedly spread his five fingers and put the "wrinkled hunger" on his left hand.

After moving his fingers and getting used to the gloves, he put his official paper bag in his hand, passed by the still lively and vibrant "Oak Bar", and disappeared at the intersection of the street.

…………

After sticking the document bag with only important information, putting it on the address strip and stamps taken out, putting it into the mailbox on the street corner, Klein turned back to German Sparrow, took a taxi carriage and headed to another bar in the port.

That's a bar with more pirates Anderson offers!

After entering the bar, Klein glanced and took the rough look into his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The figure is of medium figure, with purple lips, and a fearful strong malice in her brown eyes. She is the second mate of Agaritu, the "Slaughter" Gilsyace, who has a bounty of 9,500 pounds!

Obviously, after escaping from the dangerous seas, he also came to the nearest Tuscar Island to seek supplies!

You are here too... Klein's mouth curled slightly, and he found that there is nothing more suitable for hunting "devils" than a chance encounter!

As soon as the evil thoughts arose in his heart, Gilsyas had already noticed them and turned his head to look at the entrance of the bar.

Without hesitation, Klein grabbed the beer on the table next to him and threw it over.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out his revolver and aimed coldly there.

Bang!
Chapter completed!