Anomalous Collector Chapter 113

After getting the affirmative reply from the pale demon in front of him, the descendants of the Advent Society began to talk about the weakness of the head drop technique as if they were pouring beans.

　　 "To be precise, what collectors use is the head-down curse, which is a method that can only be used by the great spiritualist."

　　 Bassoon said with a serious face.

　　 He has completely believed the collector's claim that Chasen was hunting down. After all, before his death, Chasen was just an ordinary spiritualist, and he was still far from the great spiritualist.

　　 So today he must explain clearly the weakness of the head-down curse, so that Chasen has a chance to come back.

The curse of 　　head-down technique is actually a kind of artificially creating the source of infection, and then creating the infected body through the source of infection, and then triggering the chain of infection.

　　The most important part of this is to drop the lead.

　　The so-called descent refers to a mass of material mixed with the spiritual power of the spiritual master. This mass of material can be directly integrated into the infected body through the spiritual power of the spiritual power of the spiritual master.

　　 In every person whose head is lowered, there will be a drop in the body, and at the same time a new drop can be formed, which can be transmitted to other people.

　　The number of people who can be infected depends on the mental power contained in the initial introduction.

　　 At the same time, the initial descent must be descended by the spiritualist himself.

　　 Hearing this, Li Fan nodded slightly.

　　 The various fragments in the boil on the corpses should be the so-called descent.

　　 This head-down technique is really weird and disgusting.

　　 Bassong continued:

"The descent is one aspect. At the same time, when the spiritualist casts the spell, he must also use a specific environment to enhance his spiritual sense. Generally speaking, it is done by arranging a special altar. Otherwise, by descent The distance range that can be affected is greatly reduced..."

　　 Leading and altar are indispensable.

　　 Without an altar, the person a spiritualist can control may be limited to a few meters around him.

　　 Ba Song's complexion became solemn:

　　 "Next is the biggest weakness of the head-down curse, and it has always been the biggest secret of the Advent!"

　　 "The caster cannot move in the altar! Only after leading to death, the caster can move freely!"

　　 Hearing this, even the heads around who were listening with their ears upright couldn't help but utter "Oh" and "Oh" expressions like "Oh" and "Oh".

　　 Many of them had also dealt with the Advent Society before they were alive, and were very afraid of Advent Society's weird head drop technique, but at this time they had a thrill of seeing the mystery.

　　 No wonder Advent regards this as the biggest secret of the entire Advent.

　　 No one can think of it. Originally, during the casting process, the spiritualist was the most powerful and lethal time, but in turn, it was also the time when the spiritualist lacked the most protection and the most dangerous!

　　 At this moment, Carlson from the Life Science Foundation nearby said with a wry smile:

　　 "If the Advent Party is still strong and strong, then ordinary people will be useless even if they know it..."

　　 All the heads nodded in agreement.

　　Even if other people know the weakness of the spiritualist, when the spiritualist casts a spell, there will inevitably be heavy soldiers guarding layers of guards, and even the spiritualists can drive each other to drop and protect.

　　 It is too difficult to find the altar to break through this defense.

　　 Bassong's face showed a hideous color, and said:

　　 "Advent will have many loyal believers in the Siamese military. As long as you find the place where the collector casts the spell, you can directly mobilize the tank to bombard it. Even if some ordinary people are buried with the collector, it is worth it!"

　　 Li Fan nodded slightly.

　　 This old man is really vicious.

　　 is a native of Bangkok, and even ignores his civilians.

　　 But they want to come to the Advent Society. These seimengs only regard themselves as the supreme gods. In their eyes, the common people are just some livestock that can be sacrificed and slaughtered at any time.

　　 Bassong's face showed a vicious smile, and continued:

"In fact, the most important thing is to catch a descent when the collector casts a spell, and use the secret method to keep the descent immortal. In this way, the collector, the spellcaster, is completely imprisoned in the altar. Just use With this feature, even collectors can be killed!"

　　 Hearing this, all the heads who were killed by collectors were all excited.

　　 "Yes, yes, kill the collector and cut off his head!"

　　 "Doesn't he like to collect human heads? Soak his head in formalin by then! I really want to ask him how he feels."

　　 "For formalin, it is better to air-dry the nitrocellulose and compare the prices. Such a human head can be put in a museum."

　　 "Hey, if Chasen who is coming to the meeting can really do such a feat, it can be said to be revenge for everyone here!"

　　 "Whether you can avenge your hatred, it all depends on Lord Devil!"

　　 Thinking of killing that nasty collector, many heads are almost going to climax on the spot.

　　 After listening to Ba Song again some details, such as how to capture a referee while preventing the referee from committing suicide, Li Fan glanced around the evil head present and smiled:

　　 "Don't worry, everyone, I will bring back the news of the collector's death soon."

　　 All the heads immediately began to cheer wildly:

　　 "Long live the devil! Praise the devil, praise hell!"

　　 "Will the collector's head also come to the same **** with us?"

　　 "Kill the collector! Kill the collector! Kill the collector!"

　　 With a playful smile on his face, Li Fan has quickly worked out a plan in his heart. He was about to say something when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

　　 He shook his heart, stopped speaking, blew out the half of the residual candle, turned and left the study.

　　 came to the hall of the town prison.

　　 There was silence.

　　 Li Fan was wondering, he heard another slight knock on the door, and the direction of the sound was the direction of the prison gate!

　　 This time he listened carefully and finally heard clearly. In addition to the knock on the door, there was a strange hoarse voice, like a snake crawling out of the darkness.

　　 But this is also a complete sentence:

　　 "Nightmare came to visit, I wonder if the prisoner is there?"

somebody is coming!

　　 Li Fan felt awe-inspiring, and walked through the prisons towards the gate of the town.

　　 In the cell, the Eight Songs and the Three Servant of Life also heard the sound coming from outside the door, shuddering in the cell, and then began to whisper.

　　 "Nightmare, nightmare is coming! God, how did it find the prison?"

　　 "Is it really in the abyss? I just heard its name mentioned by the Lord of Life..."

　　 "I have seen a brutal abyss ghost killed by a nightmare in a dream. There is no fear on his face, only endless aging and pain... I... I dreamed of him yesterday..."

　　 "Is the prisoner not here? Will he be taken advantage of by the nightmare?"

　　 Eleven heads are discussing, and he has heard the pale ghost footsteps, and immediately starts to get excited.

　　The master prisoner is in the town!

　　 "Oh, Lord Prisoner, please accept the compliments of your humblest servant!"

　　 "Nightmare, this despicable fellow, who dares to challenge the majesty of the prisoner, will surely receive the most severe punishment!"

　　 "Prisoner, please let him be a cellmate of the eight poems! The eight heads of the eight poems will definitely like nightmares."

　　 "How can life have such despicable servants as you? Lord Prisoner, I am not familiar with nightmares, please do not do this. Eight heads have nightmares together, eight songs are really crazy..."

　　 Li Fan ignored the noise of these prisoners, holding a lighter in one hand and the bundle of black ropes in the other, and walked towards the gate of the prison.

　　 Although the road to reach the gate is not long, it feels as long as life at this time.

　　 The thoughts in his heart flashed, and he already understood what had happened.

　　 The existence in a mighty abyss, found the prison town, and came to the door!

　　 The name of this existence is called Nightmare.

　　 Judging from the reactions of the eight poems and the three servants of life, this nightmare is at least stronger than them, and it is likely to be a master-level existence similar to the Lord of Life and the Lord of Abyss.

　　 Isn't the other party afraid of the reputation of the Lord of the Prisoner?

　　 dare to come so directly?

　　What is the relationship between this nightmare and the lord of the prison?

　　 What would the real master of prison do?

　　 Shoot the opponent directly? It's just that he doesn't have this ability at all now...

　　 And if the other party finds that he, the Lord of Prison Suppression, is just a skin and does not have the strength of the Lord Suppression, what will it do?

　　 Li Fan walked over step by step, and finally came to the gate of the prison.

　　 It is impossible not to open the door.

　　 The real master of the prison will definitely not be a tortoise with a shrunken head.

　　 Now gently opened the door.

　　 The night made of countless eyes and the earth made up of countless faces reappeared in front of her eyes.

　　 Blood red dust, fog and light, and the ubiquitous apocalyptic ruins ~www.mtlnovel.com~Crazy twisted breath.

　　 The abyss once again appeared completely in front of my eyes.

　　 The pale ghost stood in front of the ruined prison gate, with a clown smile, looking into the distance.

　　 A fuzzy human figure made up of black vortexes is just before the prison.

　　 is extremely fuzzy, as if being on the verge of extinction.

　　 sometimes close at hand, sometimes far away.

　　 Just looking up, Li Fan could already feel the deep malice and crazy chaos in this black swirling figure.

　　This kind of madness and chaos, if an ordinary person takes a look, it is enough to be completely mad at once, and even burn out of mental energy.

　　 There is an invisible pressure around the black whirlpool figure, which is a pressure that neither the eight poems nor the three servants of life had ever possessed.

　　 The opponent is very strong!

　　 Li Fan was holding a lighter in one hand and the circle of black ropes in the other, standing at the door of the slumping prison, looking at each other with a clown smile.

　　 The black fire crown between the horns was burning.

　　 don't say a word.

　　 Finally, the black vortex figure seemed to be a little unstretched, and it flickered and said:

　　 "Prisoner, you are back from Jiyuan? Why do you seem to be...very weak? What happened?"

　　 Li Fan nodded and said sincerely in a hoarse voice:

　　 "Yes, I lost all my strength."

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