Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 82 Killing and the Strange Shaman

The next day, Patrick met Paul again at a ball, and the two continued the topics they had met yesterday, about Ruishan's business and their relationship with Cecilia.

The ghost knows how they chatted, but under Patrick's intentional pandering, the atmosphere of the conversation was quite lively.

Next, Patrick invited Paul to have dinner together, and the two drank a little wine. When they were slightly drunk, the topic between men would always shift to women.

Patrick said honestly in a joking tone: "I like dismembering girls, to the point of obsession."

Paul didn't take it seriously, thinking he was talking drunk, picked up the wine bottle in his hand, filled it up for himself, and boasted casually: "Your complexion is good, where did you get it tanned?"

Patrick takes good care of his body and skin every day, and proudly said: "In the salon."

However, Paul said this sentence only to pave the way for the follow-up "Versailles". He looked at Patrick and showed off: "I have a drying bed at home, you should come and have a look. And Cecilia"

After finishing speaking, he remembered the woman and asked, "Why didn't Cecilia come? How is she? Where did she go tonight?"

Patrick didn't know where Cecilia had gone, so he prevaricated: "Cecilia. Um. You know her too. I think she is having dinner with Evelyn."

Evelyn is Patrick's fiancée. Although they have a normal relationship, Patrick still thinks of her as a cover at the critical moment.

Paul heard it, and became interested. "Evelyn, she has a great ass, it's a shame to be with that scumbag Patrick."

Hearing him insulting himself, Patrick smiled teasingly and frowned, as if he disliked that "wimpy Patrick", and continued to persuade him to drink: "Have another martini, Paul."

After dinner, Patrick invited Paul to his house to rest for a while.

Paul, completely unaware of the approaching danger, readily agreed.

The luxurious decoration and tasteful design of Patrick's house did not cause any fluctuations in Paul. His house was more luxurious than Patrick's house.

He was a little dizzy, and he slumped on the single sofa. A layer of newspapers was carefully spread around the sofa, as if to prevent something from splashing and dirtying the floor.

Patrick took out his collection of records and shared his hobbies with Paul.

Of course, this is also a kind of showing off and comparison.

Look - what a taste I have.

Paul responded perfunctorily, with a look of disinterest.

Patrick turned on the music, walked to the bathroom, and continued to introduce his favorite music style while putting on a transparent raincoat.

Paul glanced back and asked, "Is that a raincoat? Allen."

Patrick is buttoning up his raincoat, an excited, eager smile on his face.

"Yes, that's right."

He also danced to the dynamic background music, like a child who was about to get candy, jumping for joy.

He walked to the back of the sofa, where Paul's back was facing, picked up the fire ax that he had prepared in advance, and kept talking about music and art.

When everything was ready, he raised the fire ax above his head and called out, "Hey, Paul!"

Paul looked back in response.

A sharp ax came towards him, and the last thing left in his pupils was Alan, no, it was Patrick's cruel and happy face.

"thump"

The body fell to the ground.

Blood seeps out in a puddle.

The splashed blood spattered Patrick all over his face. Fortunately, he had put on a raincoat in advance, and the brand-name suit was not stained by blood.

He happily released his jealousy.

"Now go to Docia to set up a position! You bastard"

The cheerful music continues.

"

It's hip to be square
It's hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits
I watch them on TV
"

Patrick held the ax in both hands and slashed down hard again.

one more time.

one more time.

countless times.

until you feel tired.

He took off his raincoat, straightened his slightly messy hairstyle, sat on the sofa on the other side, lit a cigar, and continued to enjoy the clear and crisp music.
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"

It's hip to be square
It's hip to be square
It's not too hard to figure out you see it everyday
And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way
"

Luke turned on the car radio, and dynamic music played.

He swayed to the rhythm of the music drums and happily stepped on the gas pedal.

He had just sent Leonard to the Dusters' house, introduced them to each other, left him to learn about exorcism, and then went to the bank to transfer the money from the check to his account.

Now, on the way to the "Flame School" station.

The residences of these Elemental Schools, especially the "Flame School", which specialize in flame control, are [-]% dangerous in the city. Therefore, they are all in remote towns far away from the city, and the general residents are related to the school. Personnel, the whole town is serving the school.

The town where the station is located is not shown on the map, but Dust has shown him the address and route on the map, and after deviating from the main road, Harpier has been overlooking from a high place, although Luke is It was my first time here, but I found the place of residence very smoothly.

The arrival of the vehicle did not attract much attention from the locals. It seems that outsiders are not a rare breed here.

Luke didn't rush to report, he parked the car on the side of the road, got down and walked along the road to observe the situation in the town.

The residents of this small town don't seem to be particularly large. After all, it's not long before Transcendence recovers. Relatively speaking, most of the schools are sparsely populated, and of course there are not many ordinary people attached to their work.

As he was walking, a girl called out to him.

"Hey, handsome guy, it seems like I'm seeing you for the first time. What, is it the official sent to train you or is it borrowed from some family?"

Looking at the familiar expression of the exquisite girl in front of him, Luke can only sigh with emotion that maybe this is the charm of being handsome.

He stretched out his hand and replied, "Luke, introduced by the Sigel family, intends to learn some basic meditation and fire spells here."

The Sickert family is the exorcist family that Dust belongs to. It is well known in the extraordinary circle near Phoenix City, just like the red-haired Shanks who has the fruit of face.

After all, their family is really good at making talismans and arranging magic circles. No matter whether it is an official or a school, or even a wild transcendent, they will not mind having an extra talisman that can save lives at a critical moment.

The girl shook his hand.

She has long fingers, shimmering nails, and wears some hand-woven bracelets and necklaces.

Then she introduced herself: "You can call me Lily. I am the shaman inheritor of the Wapatoni tribe in Jinzhi Prefecture. Which tribe did you accept the inheritance from? Why do you still study through the relationship of the Sieg family."

?

A question mark rose above Luke's head.

It was the first time that he was recognized as an extraordinary person without using any extraordinary power, and he was able to accurately recognize the power he possessed.

He looked at Lily suspiciously, "How do you know?"

　That... I'm beeping again.

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(End of this chapter)