The fluff of the nine-color deer will change color due to external spiritual power. There are nine colors in total: white, yellow, red, purple, dark blue, light blue, black, green, and orange.
This is actually similar to the testing instruments of the Academy of Sciences. In fact, the instruments of the Grand Academy of Sciences are actually manufactured by imitating the supernatural principles of this fluff.
As a real sample, it is actually more powerful than the detection capability of the instrument.
Pan Hao felt a little sad and cut off a small half of the fluff, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
Suddenly, in his eyes, the whole world changed, as if there were colorful bubbles and spiderweb-like cracks, constantly being born in the space, and then disappearing immediately, like the tide of the sea.
This may be the so-called "space tide" in the ether abyss...
Pan Hao carefully returned to the room, pretending to be as if nothing had happened.
"There were two weirdos who left the elevator before you?"
"Yes." Feng Ling replied.
With the help of the power of the Nine-Colored Deer, Pan Hao quietly looked at Feng Ling's soul, which looked like a human being.
"That's a bad thing. The [it] you are talking about has probably projected its own power in this world. Since you can travel across the world, those weird things can also travel across the world and come to us."
Feng Ling felt a little guilty and restless in her heart. This was indeed possible.
If the world collapses, is she the culprit?
After all, if she doesn't travel through time, these weird things may not be able to discover this world.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel heavy pressure, and my body was sweating.
Pan Hao was still looking at it, and he saw a dark red flame hidden in the little girl's mind. The intensity was black, which was the highest level that could be detected.
(Sure enough, she has hidden power within her body.)
(What is this flame? The power of a saint, or...)
The next moment, he saw another dark light.
Hidden in the little girl's soul, the intensity is also black.
This jet-black light seemed to notice his gaze, and in an instant, it came overwhelmingly!
Pan Hao was frightened to death on the spot, and his soul was frozen.
(What's going on? Why is there still power!)
"Hey, are you listening?"
"I'm listening, I'm listening." Pan Hao came back to his senses and found that he was fine.
Maybe it's because the other party didn't deliberately cause trouble.
He really couldn't stand such a chaotic scene!
Without the saint’s reminder, I would really have died this time.
Old Pan, who was in his seventies, clasped his toes and was thinking rapidly. This was the second most terrifying scene he had ever encountered in his life.
"You will report the process of time travel." Pan Hao pretended to be calm and calm.
(If this woman is the anchor of the unknown demon, why did the saint bring her here? Surround her for reinforcements?)
(It is not impossible... Rather than letting the unknown demon god project its power randomly, it is better to concentrate it so that it can be easily dealt with in the future.)
(I have seen this technique before, artificially creating a main anchor...it is considered a saint's technique.)
"...Is this the monster in the elevator you've seen?" After listening to the other party's description, Lao Pan thought of something and browsed through the bookshelf behind him for a long time.
A large part of them are newspapers.
The newspaper is called "Today's Discussion". The name is unremarkable, but the price is extremely high, 100 yuan per copy!
As the world's financial center, freight center, and trade center, the free port also has the fastest news circulation speed.
The newspaper "Today's Business Talk" is only circulated among high-ranking officials and nobles. Common people cannot buy it or even hear about it.
Only because Pan Hao had frequent contact with this circle and as an insider, was he qualified to purchase a newspaper through trickery.
A large area of the newspaper introduces the recent auction market for rare objects. The transaction prices that often reach eight or nine figures are really eye-catching.
Wealth is an eternal topic in human society. It is not just an identity, a right or even a pursuit.
There are also some reports about the Taishan Altar. In the future, the auction of many rare objects will be moved to the Taishan Altar...
It seems that something big has happened, and Taishan Altar has become a new communication center.
People with insufficient level cannot even pry out information.
Based on his own memory, he found a newspaper from twenty years ago.
A small piece of news was reported at one of the tofu blocks: a strange man in red with one foot missing and crying non-stop appeared in the downtown area of Hong Kong Island. The first time he appeared, he was casually picked up by a young man.
Just get rid of it.
This young man may be a Black Guard investigator.
The black-clad investigators are actually quite annoying here. After all, Hong Kong Island is a mixed bag. There is no so-called espionage law. All forces come here to get involved. The power of capital is far stronger than the power of the people.
"She...is dead?" Feng Ling was almost sure that this was the woman in red she met in the elevator, who was missing a leg.
Very easy to identify.
The result is already dead?
Feng Ling was surprised.
And he died twenty years ago?
Pan Hao frowned and racked his brains to think again: (The time when these things entered was misplaced.)
(As soon as they enter our world, they will be cleared out. The black-clothed guard came too quickly and cleverly, and is most likely guided by a saint.)
Pan Hao nodded slightly and kept thinking.
(But the Demon God’s patience is infinite, and it will spend hundreds or thousands of years continuously projecting its own power.)
(Passive defense means there will always be a day when the defense is breached. This is not right either.)
He stretched out a hand and gently touched the large piece of mithril, and a cold feeling was transmitted from his fingers to his mind.
Mithril, a medium that transmits spiritual power.
Its supernatural properties should be neutral. It will not do any harm or good to the human body when used to make jewelry. Obsidian, in mysticism, has an extremely evil-repelling effect and can avoid negative energy.
interference.
Therefore, real nobles prefer to use mithril and obsidian to make expensive jewelry.
But this piece of mithril...
Too much contact gives people a cold feeling.
Pan Hao counted his heartbeats gently and found that after coming into contact with this piece of mithril, his heartbeat rate increased a bit.
In the field of vision of "Nine-Colored Deer", Mithril also showed a hint of black.
This is very unusual.
(The items she brought may have residual power from [It]. If you use them rashly, although there will be no problem for a while, over time, they may be re-anchored by [It]. But she doesn’t know it yet.
)
"What is [its] main ability?" Pan Hao asked in a low voice, "Just give it a rough outline. If it's very dangerous, you don't have to say it."
Feng Ling thought about it for a while and said honestly: "We privately call it [Delusion]. Its ability is cognitive pollution, which distorts human beings. At the same time, it has the ability to rewrite concepts."
Pan Hao's scalp was numb and he took a breath: "Spiritual?"
"No, concept rewriting is not a mental ability, but a time-based ability..." Feng Ling shook her head.
This is not easy to handle! It’s not something I can solve at all!
Pan Hao had a general idea in his mind: Does the saint want me to call the police directly?