Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved towards the Marne Passenger Port.
Although he has a convenient means of transmission such as the door key, the investigators do not know it.
In order to keep the secret and hide myself, I had to take public transportation all the way back and use the ticket stubs at each stop to form a false route.
He returned to his cabin, put up the do not disturb sign, immediately activated the 'secret key' and arrived outside a school.
Through the fence, you can see Smith sitting alone on the edge of the playground, looking indifferently at the crowd playing football.
Solitary, paranoid...
This is the main impression he has left on his classmates recently.
In school, such a personality is prone to isolation and cold violence from groups.
But Smith didn't care at all.
As for the overt bullying?
After he beat up several famous gangsters in his school, no one dared to do that anymore, and some even wanted to make him the boss.
Smith, of course, had no interest in this.
'It's so... boring!'
He looked at the sweating athletes on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.
'The end is coming in a few years... There is still great truth in the universe... These ordinary people can only be like flies, ignorant and ignorant, enjoying themselves as much as they can, and when disaster strikes suddenly, they die without knowing why...
'
Smith murmured in his heart.
After practicing spells, he inevitably turned a little darker.
It's just that these symptoms are pretty good.
At this moment, Smith's spirit seemed to hit a terrible whirlpool.
He stood up, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead. The world around him slowly began to spin, and the faces, scenery, and laughter were all horribly distorted.
"who is it?"
Smith's heart was raised, and he was ready to use the spell at any time.
Following the terrifying whirlpool in his mind, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a figure.
The figure was clearly standing there, but it was uncertain. He seemed to be wearing a pure white shirt, and also seemed to be a dark cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats squirming.
As for the face, it's even more blurry, or in other words, I can't remember it even after I saw it.
"Young believer, our common faith 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 but ask: "Are you also...a believer of the Lost God?"
Fang Xian did not speak, but 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 his doubts.
Immediately, he heard a sneer from the person opposite: "You are too weak... When you are fighting, there are more believers in other battlefields... The battle between gods will surpass you.
imagination..."
Smith was stunned for a moment.
He thought of the huge black bird and the black Tai Sui that appeared at the end.
Now it seems that maybe it is a spell cast by a truly powerful believer?
"So... why did you come to me?"
Smith then asked.
"My Lord said that you are all ignorant lambs and need the guidance of the shepherd..." Fang Xian replied in a very stern manner.
"Did our Lord hear my prayers and send you here?" Smith was excited, and even had tears in his eyes: "My faith, my prayers... have finally been answered."
"You new believers have no experience in secret societies and can easily be discovered by investigators. Therefore, you cannot gather and frequently use public facilities to communicate..." Fang Xiandao: "I will teach you how to summon messengers...
They are invisible hounds, with the ability to travel through space, and they can also be used by us, with just a little bit of spells and skills..."
"Thank you, sir!" Smith said quickly.
Immediately, he heard the stranger opposite him reciting a spell.
There seems to be an extra creature in the surrounding space, which may be the 'messenger'.
The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if a little blood had been drawn from it.
"Blood is a beacon and a mark. It is your messenger."
Fang Xian's figure continued to retreat and entered the shadows: "For other knowledge, we can exchange it through messengers..."
Warm sunshine falls.
Everything around has returned to its original state.
If it weren't for the stinging pain in his fingers and the appearance of an invisible hound that only he could see next to him, Smith almost thought he was hallucinating.
…
Inside the cabin.
Fang Xian's figure reappeared.
Not only did he visit Smith, he also visited Vivian, Mickey... and several other believers he thought had potential, and left their respective contact information and messengers.
In the future, you can teach them some supernatural knowledge through messengers, etc., or even deliver items.
'Speaking of which... this shouldn't be called a messenger, but a courier?'
Fang Xian touched his chin, sat on the chair, and began to write:
"...While pursuing supernatural power, one thing you need to be vigilant about is to stay humble. Compared with the universe, human beings are originally as small as dust..."
"Reason and thinking are very important. I am sharing a symbol here called 'Spiritual Seal'. It can effectively maintain our sanity and protect our spirit in the face of contamination from the family members..."
"We are privileged to listen to the teachings of great beings... We must keep in mind the dogma: you cannot learn from other religious orders, perform bloody sacrificial rituals, do not call the names of other great beings, and do not use the power of spells at will..."
"Finally, I hope you can share this knowledge with each other..."
After writing a thick stack of letters, Fang Xian stuffed them into the envelope and sealed the envelope.
After doing all this, he began to recite the mantra.
From the void, a wind-chasing hound suddenly jumped out.
Unlike their companions, these hounds as 'couriers' have been controlled by Fang Xian using Hopskin's spell.
Unless their master wakes up, not even the people from the Wind Chaser Sect can summon them.
'The great being on the Wild Hunt Throne won't pay attention to such a trivial matter. Besides...it's not yet time for the stars to return, maybe they are still sleeping...As for those religious orders, am I still afraid of them?'
Fang Xian calmly stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth.
If there are outsiders around, they will see a thick letter disappearing into the air, as if it has been swallowed by an invisible monster.