The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Bureau of Investigation.

Sigmund walked into the room, then pulled the unsuspecting Edward into the dream space, patted the roster of the blood clan in his hand, and the figure of Bogula appeared out of thin air.

"What I'm going to do next may hurt him, so..."

Before Borgula could finish speaking, Sigmund waved his left hand and stunned Edward.

"Aren't you afraid they will find out if you do this?" Bogula looked strange.

"Don't worry, because Daario provocatively provoked me on the Surivan River, out of some kind of revenge, shouldn't it be a logical thing for me to do to his confidant Edward?"

"As long as you don't go too far, it's okay to leave some scars on this Edward. Maybe I will make them feel more at ease." Sigmund explained.

Bogula thought for a while, and finally had to admit that what Sigmon said did have some truth.

"So you were there on purpose to give that Dario a chance to provoke you?"

"This is just one of the reasons." Sigmon didn't want to explain too much, "Let's start."

"Okay." Bogula came to Edward's side. He opened his right hand, the skin of his palm was torn open, and a small piece of muscle protruded out of it. Then he punctured Edward's blood vessel and penetrated into part of his body. middle.

Edward's body trembled, and Bogula's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the blood in his body poured into Edward's body.

After a long time, the blood returned, and Bogula opened his eyes again.

"He is a container."

"This guy's body carries a part of blood that does not belong to him. This part of the blood has been manipulated by people, like a source of some kind, and the will of other people is also imprinted in it."

"What do you mean?" Sigmon was a little confused.

"See for yourself." Bogula drew a drop of crystal blood from Edward's body.

Sigmon understood it, and put his hand on the blood bead.

Everything in front of him was engulfed by red, and then the surrounding scene changed drastically, and he entered Edward's hidden memory.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, medical icons hung on the surrounding walls, and some simple specimens were placed in the room.

It looked like it was a room at a medical university.

Several young people with luxurious clothes and childish faces gathered together. They cut their palms with an ancient carving knife, and then mixed the blood into a copper bowl one by one.

Everyone held hands together, chanting in a low voice, spinning around the copper bowl, circle after circle, until everyone fell to the ground in dizziness.

I don't know how long it took, someone got up from the ground, then picked up the copper bowl, and drank the mixed blood and water, one after another.

In a place that no one could see, a blood-colored mark appeared out of thin air, and then drilled into one of them's body.

That person is none other than Edward.

The picture in front of him shattered, and Sigmund returned to reality.

"This Edward also studied at St. Rens Medical University."

"That's right." Bogula nodded, "The person who designed this ceremony is very smart. Everyone who participates in the ceremony is an important part of the ceremony. On weekdays, everyone is scattered, and there is a little difference in everyone's blood, even if I am afraid It's hard to separate."

"And when everyone gathers together, the ceremony takes effect."

"If I guessed correctly, those young people must have no memory of the original ceremony in their minds. For them, life in a medical university should be just an ordinary experience," said Bogula.

"Aren't they afraid of accidents?" Sigmund raised his doubts, "These noble children communicate privately, and sometimes appear together on a certain important occasion. In this case, will it lead to the accidental touch of the mysterious ceremony? ?"

"This is the smartest part of the whole ceremony." Bogula patted Edward who was in a coma.

"As I mentioned just now, his blood contains a part that does not belong to him, and it also contains other consciousness. This blood is the source blood of the entire ritual..."

"Or rather, it is the key to starting this ceremony."

"Even if everyone is present, if the person with the original blood does not appear and does something specific, the power hidden in these young people will not be triggered."

"I see!" Sigmon nodded. "This is indeed a smart way. As long as the source of each small group is controlled, the rest will be much easier to handle."

"That's right." Bogula sent the blood beads floating in mid-air back into Edward's body, and then he condensed his spiritual power and drew a mark on Edward's forehead from a distance.

The blood-red power gathers, but it does not trigger.

"If you need, I can find the remaining participants of that ritual according to the guidelines in the source blood."

"No need." Sigmon shook his head. He had seen all the people who participated in the ceremony in Edward's memory. As long as the appearance of these people was drawn, the identity of the other party could be easily determined.

"If the person with the original blood activates this ritual...what will happen?"

"He can command them to do anything, and that's just the easiest," Bogula replied.

"Is there any way to get rid of it?"

"It stands to reason that as long as any part of the ceremony is destroyed, the entire ceremony will be completely invalid, but at the same time, doing so will also alert the person who holds the blood of the source. In addition, the easiest way is to directly The owner of the blood kills."

"How to find them?"

"I don't know~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Bogula spread his hands helplessly.

"Can't it be traced back?" Sigmon asked. If it is established, as long as you get the list of the university you entered, you can...

"Sorry, I can't do it."

"Okay." Sigmund sighed, then kicked Edward in the face.

Crackling.

Feel comfortable.

While Sigmund was beating Edward violently, Daario entered the underground passage of the Cathedral of Glory, and not long after, he came to behind the red door.

"Edward was taken away by the Bureau of Investigation." As soon as he entered the room, Daario said directly.

"Don't worry, this should just be a coincidence. Even Dressel may not be able to discover the secret hidden in Edward's body. Don't scare yourself." Bishop Norius looked calm.

"I'm a little uneasy." Daario frowned.

"Don't worry, I will let Yvonne send someone to pay attention. Our plan is flawless. Those noble children who entered the school back then never knew what happened to them." Norius comforted.

"Go back and wait for the news."

Seeing Dario's figure disappearing into the secret passage, Norius rang the copper bell beside him, and it didn't take long for the red wooden door to be pushed open, and Montana walked in.

"It's time to entrust you with a heavy responsibility."

"Are you ready? Montana!" Norius asked in a deep voice.