World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 94 The Yellow Sand Clan

It's not that Lin An doesn't respect local culture, but "Sister Mouse" is definitely more catchy than "guarding the tent".

In particular, he used Chinese when communicating with the other party.

“The air here smells awful,” the beaver said, swishing its thick, slick tail. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Its form disintegrated into scattered sand, settling in the cracks of the altar.

Lin An left the Crimson Church. The ruins outside looked even more desolate under the waning moonlight. Beaver stood on top of a lonely wooden stick stuck in the ground.

"Hello, Huangsha tribe." Lin An greeted them.

"Hello to you too." The beaver groomed its fur with its paws. "To answer your question, I was on my way. I heard the call and came to see you in person."

"what?"

Lin An was taken aback. Just now, he had been thinking, "I didn't expect you to happen to be passing by here."

“You want to ask me, ‘What happened in that church? Do you know who the mysterious killer is?’ Considering the other three are inclined to build a good relationship with you, I can answer. Let me hear the records left by the earth first.”

Before Lin An could ask a question, Beaver rattled off his thoughts, then slid down the wooden stick and melted into the ground like loose sand.

"Rumble--"

About five seconds later, the earthquake struck suddenly, and the ground beneath Lin An's feet trembled violently.

He instinctively took a few steps back towards the motorcycle, and the sand behind him suddenly rushed away, giving him a feeling of weightlessness. He turned around abruptly and saw a beaver with its paws in the air, shaking off its fluffy fur.

As the sand fell on the ruins, strange phenomena appeared. A rumbling sound rang out, and a group of sand sculptures, about half a person's height, rose from the ground.

The vibration suddenly disappeared. Before Lin An could even read the system data carefully, the beaver pounced on him, leaving a trail of afterimages that were difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Kaka——"

A towering pillar of sand rose from the ground, catching the beaver's small body, and it stood behind Lin An.

"A mouse—guarding the tent, that was just now..."

Lin An looked up, checking the beaver's panel, and asked in confusion.

[Name]: Muskrat
[Comment]: Source C-level

Radiation level: 18.5%
Pollution level: 46%
[Medium]: The God of Agriculture and Geng
He is the god of agriculture...

Lin An previously thought that the medium of the God of Agriculture was related to "helping," but after considering the beaver's performance, he gave the "God of Agriculture" a second label.

Mind reading.

Whether it's Mishi, the Fairy Queen, or the native deity, the Muskrat, both possess an ability similar to "telepathy," allowing them to hear the thoughts of others.

As for how many layers of thought the muskrat can read, and whether it can even perceive the subconscious system, Lin An is unsure and does not want to try it rashly.

“I asked the creatures around me and listened to them recount the church’s history. But they don’t understand human language, so we’ll have to watch a silent play.” The beaver spoke very quickly. “The only thing I’m sure of is that this happened a few hours ago.”

"A few hours ago?" Lin An repeated.

Those corpses looked like they had been dead for at least three or four days; even in the relatively hot west, it would be difficult to see such a level of decomposition.

More and more sand sculptures appeared in front of them, moving in a clockwise circle. They were a group of various animals wearing half-masks and veils, including monkeys, brown bears, and lizards.

They were all standing on two feet, their posture revealing their human identity.

Some kind of sacrificial ceremony...

The remaining decorations in the church indicate that it once belonged to a secret organization and was their meeting place. At the time of the murder, the believers were holding a gathering.

These people gathered together and each took out a necklace-like ornament, which they then dangled in the air.

Its outline is somewhat like that artificial crystal.

The believers opened their mouths, uttered a few silent words, shook their heads, and ended the conversation.

A woman got up to leave, and as she made the motion to open the door, sand and dust billowed up, creating a huge, terrifying statue that was taller than Lin An.

It has a monstrous face, ferocious and menacing.

"bump!"

The monster slapped the defenseless woman to pieces, then spat out a large amount of sand, burying the others.

Then, the monster took a breath and swallowed all the piled-up sand, making its body even taller and more imposing.

The illusion of sand and soil came to an end, and Lin An seemed lost in thought.

The method of killing was too abstract; he could only determine that the "monster" was a mysterious being based on the energy traces that had not yet disappeared from the bullet holes.

Alone, with clean and efficient techniques, even with exaggerated treatment, the limbs and head are still indistinguishable from those of a human.

This person is at least not someone who has recently awakened to mysticism, and the level of corruption is very low.

Finally, it sucked up the sand representing the corpse, making the image even more horrifying. Is this an animalistic narrative technique, or...?

"The sand painting demonstration wasn't comprehensive. As far as I know, this person's aura changed before and after, suggesting they may have used a spell to increase radiation through killing." The beaver's rustling sound rang in my ears.

This is another guess Lin An made.

Oh no, we've run into a demonic cultivator.

Lin An quickly interrupted his random thoughts and thought of a suitable medium.

"Presiding Judge?" "That's right, Lin An." Beaver sighed, "What a terrible guy, the call of the Holy Spirit must be far away from him."

Rolling his eyes, Lin An asked, "Guarding the tent, are you confident you can defeat him?"

"I am not a mystic skilled in combat."

Beaver spoke ambiguously, then suddenly stopped talking and looked Lin An up and down.

Was the probing too obvious?

Lin An swallowed hard, eager to discern the beaver's thoughts from its tiny, beady eyes, but unfortunately, they were far too small.

The two fell into an unbearable silence.

“Right now, facing him is certain death for you.” Beaver’s gaze lingered on the pipe in Lin An’s hand for a long while before looking into the distance. “This is a blessing to prevent you from dying at his hands. Leave New Mexico as soon as possible; it will only last for three days.”

Long, slender fingers wiped the ground, then warmed it and applied it to Lin An's forehead, leaving a faint, ashen white mark.

Lin An felt the faint energy of the mark on his forehead. It belonged to the same source level as him, and he didn't study its function with the system for the time being, for fear that the beaver would hear his inner thoughts.

"I'm leaving now, kid. I'm still on my way."

After doing all this, the beaver used its tail to sweep away the scattered sand and put it back in its original state.

"Thank you for your help, guarding the tent."

Goodbye, Lin An.

The soft sounds of sand and mud subsided, the beaver's scent vanished completely, blending into the natural hills and wilderness.

After waiting five minutes to confirm that it had left, Lin An took a deep breath and opened up his mind.

Goodbye, the Eagle Nation's version of the Earth God.

Just now, while standing next to the beaver, Lin An restrained himself from thinking, not to mention having any thoughts, for fear that the beaver might accidentally read his mind.

As he mounted his motorcycle, he glanced back at the low buildings in the night. There were even more vultures and crows perched on the rooftops, and the sounds of fighting could be heard.

A faint green light appeared in the distance, and another group of steppe wolves had already followed the scent of blood.

Starting the engine, Lin An sped towards the town.

"Woo——"

His sixth sense told him that he absolutely could not turn on the communication device to call Simon at this moment.

Since the auspicious day was still in effect, Lin An was willing to trust his intuition.

However, given the magnitude of the death, he felt it necessary for the foundation to step in and address the issue.

After abandoning the motorcycle on the edge of town, Lin An returned to the RV. Simon lay in the driver's seat, gazing at the starry sky, lost in thought.

He was brought back to his senses by the sound of footsteps.

"Didn't you go to the hair salon?"

“I stumbled upon a robbery in the street, which really scared me, so I just came back. Let’s talk about it in Shafi City.” Lin An took out the artificial crystal from his pocket and handed it to him. “Compared to that, Captain, I feel like this thing is a bit strange.”

"Huh? This is..."

Simon was startled as soon as his hands touched the crystal. He closed his eyes and quietly felt it for a moment. He said to Lin An, "Say hello to Mishibari. I'm going somewhere first."

…………

It took 11 hours from finding the location of the Crimson Church to arriving at the Foundation. Lin An took the opportunity to find a hotel and get some sleep.

After the local branch took over, the group embarked on their journey again. When it was Simon's turn to drive, Barry, who was driving, noticed that Simon had a furrowed brow and was intently looking at his phone screen.

Simon, are you alright?

"Sorry, I spaced out." Simon snapped out of his reverie, "How much longer until we reach Shafi City?"

"About a day and a half."

“I received an email that says our plans have changed at the last minute.” Simon covered the email address and showed it to Barry. “We’re going to be staying in Shafi for a few days.”

"Captain, what happened?"

Lin An, who was eavesdropping in the back seat, couldn't help but speak up. He leaned closer to the front and saw an electronic signature with white text on a black background, which was even more elaborate than that of the chairman of the Dietrich City Association. The image of the Tree of Life was perfectly integrated with the text.

Captain Simon Lloyd,
Hello, I am one of the six officers in the inspection team.

Headquarters has received a report about the Thunderbird. Professional researchers are waiting for your arrival at the New Mexico branch facility to conduct an investigation and take appropriate measures to prevent MI-Alpha-001 from going out of control and causing you any misfortune en route.

Besides that, I also had another mission in New Mexico: to control the free mystics operating in New Mexico, the current president of the Séance, codenamed NM-Gamma-002, the "Blind Woman".

The information you recently submitted was very useful to my investigation. I hope we can have a face-to-face discussion at the Shafi City Foundation to review our findings.

Bring your squad members.

Looking forward to it
Efron Ruben.

Sure enough, the church belonged to the Séance of the Saviour Society.

Lin An sat back down in his seat and refreshed the latest replies on the World Tree Forum.

Ranger_12: What's this new fashion trend? Let me give you a quick sketch of this super-mystical outfit I stumbled upon on the streets of New Mexico. [Image]
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