Byron City.
The steam train halted at the platform.
Zhong Shenxiu got off alone, his face scarred from handling the business in Isreal.
At the station entrance’s large square, Jamie was dressed in a carriage driver’s gray clothing, covering his face with a hat.
Once Zhong Shenxiu erged, he imdiately snapped to attention, respectfully took the luggage, and placed it onto the carriage.
"Let’s go, ho first."
Zhong Shenxiu got into the carriage, feeling it gradually start to move, and casually asked, "How’s the situation in Byron City?"
"Everything has been quiet since last year’s explosion..."
Jamie answered, "The other bootlegging businesses are also doing well. Anyone who dares to compete has been encircled by ..."
The federal prohibition agent had now beco Zhong Shenxiu’s overall manager for bootlegging in Byron City and also doubled as a bodyguard using federal force.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at rlin Avenue No.25.
Zhong Shenxiu, carrying his luggage, got off the carriage and entered the mansion.
A maid who was wiping the floor saw him, quickly curtsied, and respectfully stepped aside.
"How has the house been while I was away?"
Zhong Shenxiu had already forgotten the na of this maid, and asked offhand.
"Ms. Carla and Jennifer are both doing well, but Mr. Jones has been having so trouble sleeping lately and is said to often have nightmares... He went to see a doctor today."
The maid responded cautiously, holding the hem of her dress.
"Oh?"
Zhong Shenxiu was slightly concerned but still went to his room first.
After closing his door, he tapped his foot on the floor.
In the world that only those with Spiritual Vision could see, spiritual bodies erged from beneath the floor, from the oil paintings, from the cracks of shadows.
When he left ho to study, he wasn’t unprepared.
At the very least, he had employed the ability of the Pastor to subdue the nearby Earth-bound Spirits and placed them in the mansion, serving the purpose of surveillance and protection.
From these loyal spiritual bodies, Zhong Shenxiu instantly received a lot of information.
The pranks by Jennifer and Carla, the nurous little actions of Jones...
And a bit of interaction between the butler and the servants...
If Carla and the others knew they were even being watched by a group of Earth-bound Spirits while bathing, who knows what kind of expressions they would have.
However, Zhong Shenxiu was unconcerned about those two mischievously harmless lolitas’ jokes and instead focused on another matter, "The oil painting? Ever since purchasing that painting, has Jones gradually developed ntal issues?"
Having nightmares wasn’t a big deal, but it was terrifying if connected to the mysterious.
Moreover, Zhong Shenxiu was very aware that within Byron City’s local mystical circle, there was a ’painter’ whose oil paintings were famous for being mysterious and dangerous.
Although it could expose ordinary people to the mystical, it was more likely to bring danger!
"It looks like... Although Julie has gone on a trip, so people haven’t left..."
He thought for a mont, feeling that Julie was probably coming back soon.
After all, without the draw of the Holy Grail docunts and with Cadlyan gone, Byron City was just a small broken-down city without much to draw attention.
The only thing to be wary of was the Special Affairs Bureau, which, having lost two second-level investigators, might secretly intensify surveillance.
This made the activities of those with secret abilities far more dangerous.
Conversely, the public felt safer and more secure.
Thinking this, Zhong Shenxiu left his room and ca to the outside of Jones’s door.
This kid actually locked his own room, Zhong Shenxiu simply called over the butler with an expressionless face and had the door opened directly.
"He doesn’t even know about the spare key. With this level of intelligence, it’s doubtful he’d be able to make it in the mystical world..."
With a wave of his hand to dismiss the butler, Zhong Shenxiu entered Jones’s bedroom.
Clothes were haphazardly thrown all over the place, the room was in disarray, and there was a sour stench.
Spiritual energy surged within Zhong Shenxiu, causing the windows to be opened by invisible hands, and a whirlwind stirred within the bedroom, instantly refreshing the air.
It was only then that he looked up and saw an oil painting on the wall.
Within the wooden fra was nothing but a brilliant crimson!
A glaring red! A twisted red!
The artist used variations between light and dark to make that splash of red seem very lively, as if it were living, writhing blood.
Of course, to the average person, this painting titled "Red" would seem incomprehensible and staring at it for too long would be particularly uncomfortable for the eyes.
From the painting’s canvas and oil materials, Zhong Shenxiu clearly sensed sothing unusual.
"If an ordinary person were to gaze at this painting for a long ti, their spirit would gradually weaken, and nightmares and insomnia would beco the norm..."
"This feeling, it’s similar to ’Transmutation Blood’, both could be considered introductory textbooks for ordinary people entering the mystic, both equally dangerous."
"The painter, haha..."
Zhong Shenxiu was pondering when suddenly a young man burst in, shouting, "Li Wei, how can you barge into my room?"
This person was none other than the recently returned Jones, who was a bit guilty yet sowhat angry upon seeing this scene.
"Hm?"
Zhong Shenxiu frowned and gave him a stern glance.
The next second, Jones wore a pained expression: "Brother, I was wrong!"
He looked pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and his hair in disarray, seemingly having not rested properly for quite so ti.
"The mystical world is very dangerous. This way you are seeking your own death..."
Zhong Shenxiu scolded unapologetically.
"Brother... how did you know?"
Jones was startled, but recalling the books Li Wei had flipped through before, he sowhat understood.
"Are you truly ready?" Zhong Shenxiu did not answer but asked instead, his voice deep and serious.
This world was not an ordinary one, and the wealth he had left behind was more than enough for ordinary people.
But if he were to leave, it would be better to have a mystic from the Mojito family as a guardian.
Alas, Carla and Jennifer were still too young.
And the way of advancent in this world dictated that nurturing from a young age was a joke; one must have a mature mind to gradually resist the contamination from the Spirit Realm.
So, it could only be Jones to step up for now.
"Of course!"
Jones declared firmly, "I yearn for that world."
"Very well, then prepare yourself. In three days, I will take you to open the Gate to Darkness and beco a true ’Extraordinary Person’!"
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
Jones had actually been contaminated by the painting already, and his Spiritual Body might even have visited the Spirit Realm.
And by concocting so real ’Blood Wine’ that could amplify Spirit, Zhong Shenxiu was confident in helping this novice mystic pass through the Gate to Darkness.
As for what happened after, it was up to Jones’s own luck.
"The mystical system of this world dictates that recklessly forcing growth can be fatal! This small enhancent is still okay, but what if the longevity blood really could make an ordinary person leap to becoming a ’longevity person’? What sort of contamination and deformity would their spirit suffer? Ah... the anticipation!"
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