Martin walked in front and led Speru to the basement where Gratchi was, then hid behind Gratchi and carefully looked at the uninvited guest in front of him.
He felt very strange. It was obvious that the other person was a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a cheerful smile, but when he was facing him, he felt an unusual sense of tension, as if there were countless needles all over his body, stimulating them.
Every part of the skin on the body.
Martin remembered that during the process of leading the way just now, he felt like a wild beast was following behind him, and it would pounce on him at any time and kill him. However, every time he felt this way and turned around, he only saw the polite smile of the other party.
"Can I first listen to you tell me about your origin?" Glaci asked.
The candlelight shook violently, and the atmosphere in the basement began to become tense.
"There is no need to be wary of me. Since I can feel the devil's breath coming and I haven't brought the police with me, I have already shown my sincerity." Gebiong said.
After speaking, Gebion raised his head and glanced around the basement, nodded and said: "It is bolder than I thought, and it can be seen that I am well prepared. It seems that I made the right choice to come here."
"So, can you tell me about your origin? We are polite to you, but this does not mean that we have no bottom line." Graci said seriously.
At this moment, Grachi was very confused, but as the other party said, he felt the devil's aura and came without the police or extraordinary people, which already showed the other party's sincerity, but the point is that he didn't feel it at all on the other party.
When he sensed the devil's breath, even the forbidden weapons of the devil's statue showed no reaction. He didn't know if the other party was lying.
But even if the other party lies, there is no suitable reason. In the city of York, except for the messenger who has been unable to contact him, he has never heard of the existence of an alliance with demonic aura. If it is an extraordinary person from the six orthodox churches, it should be at this time
They started fighting instead of sitting down and talking like this.
Grachi has been experiencing failure recently, and without the guidance of the messenger, he feels confused from the bottom of his heart. However, it happened to be at this critical time that this man named Gebiong took the initiative to appear in front of him.
, and also said that he heard the call of the devil, which made him have to deal with it with all his strength.
"Of course," Gebiong said, "but before that, please allow me to make some adjustments. After all, it is polite to use your own face."
After saying this, Gebiong directly began to change his appearance without waiting for Glaci and Martin to react.
The skin on the cheek and the flesh underneath squirmed and squirmed little by little, and the granules of different lengths grew wildly. The facial features began to distort, and the whole face was like dough, being shaped by an invisible giant hand.
There are strange and obvious changes.
In just a few blinks, Gebiong's original face with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a hearty smile completely changed.
Under the illumination of the weak dark yellow candlelight, his lips were thin and bright red, his angular cheeks cast large shadows due to the angle, his brown hair was coated with a layer of burnt yellow, and from his slender eyes,
A faint smile.
"Hello, my name is Gebiong. This is my original appearance. Please forgive me for being rude before, but because of the current situation, I have to use someone else's face."
Gratchi and Martin, who were sitting across from each other, were shocked.
Gratchi was quite experienced, and even though he was extremely surprised, he could stabilize the expression on his face without causing any additional changes. But Martin on the side looked unabashedly stunned, with his mouth wide open, able to stuff something.
Next whole fist.
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"Ge...brother, this is, this is the person on the wanted list that I told you this morning." Martin trembled his lips and said to Gratchi, but his eyes remained on Gebion.
"Serial killer?" Gratchi glanced at Martin, then turned back and continued to stare at Gebion, with a puzzled look on his face.
Gebiong smiled and nodded, "It's just a little hobby."
Gratchi was a little unclear about the other party's details, and his whole body began to be on guard in case there was a sudden attack from the other party.
He swallowed silently and asked hesitantly:
"Are you a serial killer of extraordinary beings? Or did you come here because you sensed the aura of the devil? But judging from the fact that you just changed your appearance and did not use the power of the forbidden weapon, you are not from the demonic realm, and the purpose of coming to us is
What?"
"It's a long story. If you're willing to listen, I'll tell it all. Well, where do I start?"
"Let's start with one of my preys," Gebion said with a smile, looking at the candle with only a small section left on the side. "Please replace it with a new one. I hope I can finish before it goes out."
Martin got Gratchi's signal and went to put on a new candle, when he heard Gebion's voice ringing in the basement.
"The name of the prey that I always keep in mind is Su Ge Aiosig."
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Su Ge and Miston Ge left the Blue Square with satisfaction, and their next destination was the East Street Market in the lower block.
Su Ge felt that he was very lucky. After less than half an hour of chasing, he harvested a total of four beautiful free white pigeon feathers. Although he could not tell what the feathers looked like specifically, but with the addition of rice
Collected by Stenger, they obtained a total of nine feathers from different parts.
As long as three feathers can be found among these nine, the collection of materials will be completed. Considering that he can get up early tomorrow morning to collect the morning dew, he plans to solve the problem of micro-herbs first.
However, when he was in the Blue Square, he saw a girl setting up a drawing board in the corner of the square to draw. From time to time, she cast curious eyes at where he was, and she also covered her mouth and snickered, which made him a little bit confused.
Awkward.
Thinking about it now, this hobby of collecting feathers seems to be something only children do.
"So, you don't remember what happened before at all, right?" Mistongo asked in surprise.
"It's true that I don't remember," Su Ge nodded. "It may be due to amnesia. From a medical point of view, is there any effective treatment?"
"This... I'm actually not very good at medicine, but I can ask my professor. If he doesn't know, I can ask my dad."
When Su Ge heard Miston Ge say the words "my dad", his expression and tone changed significantly, becoming depressed and depressed.
He guessed that the relationship between Mistongo and his father might not be harmonious, but as an outsider, it was not convenient for him to judge him, so he could only sigh.
Fortunately, he is not very eager to retrieve his lost memories now, and judging from his initial experience, he has no so-called relatives in this world, otherwise he would not be living in the wild.
Moreover, he now has an important partner. In the process of getting along with the people in the association, Su Ge clearly felt that he was accepted by everyone. Except for Selin, who was a little confused, everyone else was very fond of him.
Very caring and friendly.
"Mr. Selling actually takes good care of me.
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, and even lent me a place to stay, but my temper is a bit weird..." Thinking of this, Su Ge whispered to himself.
"We are here, this is the East Street Market." Mistongo said.
Su Ge quickly recovered from his previous emotions. Before he could take a closer look, he felt a wave of popular heat rushing towards his face.
In front of him was a street full of people with no end in sight.
Although this is a lower block, there are no high-rise buildings. Apart from numerous flat-roofed single-story houses, there are at most some two-story buildings, but they are visually more crowded than those high-rise apartments.
But the protagonist here is not the houses, but the stalls, large and small.
At this moment, the sun is rising high, and the stalls on both sides of the street have set up roofs to protect themselves from the sun. Under the roofs are baskets of fruits or vegetables. In the most conspicuous positions, there are the best quality stalls today.
It takes up a lot of ingredients, and of course the price is a little more expensive than others.
The East Street Market in Lower Block is the most active street in York City. Even in bad rain and snow weather, it is always crowded with people because it has cheap and decent quality ingredients. It is the most popular street in Lower Block for those with meager incomes.
A place where people live.
Of course, you must always pay attention to your wallet when you come here, otherwise it is likely to leave inadvertently.
Su Ge was still shocked by the unusual noise in the market. In just this moment, he had already been stepped on twice.
"Su Ge, come here."
Su Ge heard Miston Ge's call, squeezed through the crowd, and asked: "Where are we going?"
"Look for micro-herbs. Normally you can find them easily in herbal shops, but the prices there are too high," Mistonge remembered mid-sentence, turned around and asked, "How much do you need?"
"Just one, of better quality. Maybe I can get another one as a spare." Su Ge gestured with his fingers, but he himself didn't know what the micro-herb looked like.
Miston Ge nodded, pulled Su Ge forward and said: "Then we are in the right place. Go look for the purple celery in the vegetable stall, and you will probably get something. Vegetables like celery are mainly eaten by
Used to add fragrance, it’s in high demand, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.”
Su Ge listened and was surprised by Miston's clear explanation. He found that the medical student seemed to be a different person when he talked about the ingredients.
"This is it," Miston pulled Su Ge to a stop in front of a stall that was not so crowded. "Hello, are there any fresh parsley today?"
A man with a beard stretched his head out from the wicker chair behind the stall. He seemed to find it troublesome to even get up, and replied:
"It's already written on it. Ten trees only cost two pennies. Believe me, you will never find another shop with such a cheap price on this street."
Mistonge nodded, feeling that the price seemed very fair, and then began to pick through the large piles of parsley, and finally found a few dry brown grass stems in a corner.
Their appearance is very similar to the surrounding purple parsley, but the color is slightly darker and they look like they are not nutritious enough, so they can only be regarded as inferior products and placed on the edge.
Mistongue picked up one and put it under the tip of his nose, smelled it, and gave Su Ge a "no problem" look.
Su Ge nodded, then touched all his pockets, his face turned slightly red, and he asked softly:
"Hello, do you need free labor? I can help you move the goods. The cost is only a less healthy parsley tree."