I'm not a sister complex!

Chapter 312 Embrace Evolution

In the spiritual world, as soon as Eros entered, he immediately lifted the blockade of the tentacle brother's breath in his own soul space.

The next second, countless shrill screams rang out.

Countless strange and twisted black shadows appeared from nothingness one after another.

Each of them ran away frantically, as if they hated their parents for not growing them more legs.

In Eros's vision, he could even see a monster taking off its own head while running.

Then he kicked his head away with his feet in order to leave the area as quickly as possible.

In just a few seconds, the spirit world that had been filled with strange whispers all the time became quiet. It was even a little scary how quiet it was.

Eros sighed, they are still so afraid of the tentacle brother.

After sighing, Eros moved at full speed towards the location of the real-world signal in his memory.

On the other side, Vivian, who was looking down at something on the street, suddenly looked up at the firework in the sky.

"Is this an emergency signal?"

Without hesitation, Vivian immediately walked into an empty alley and entered the spirit world directly.

The location where the fireworks were being viewed seemed not far from me, and I didn’t know if I could get there in time.

As for the 3 pounds in cash that I accidentally dropped, I’ll come back to look for it later!

……

Time goes back to before.

In a bright and spacious room with excellent lighting, a large and heavy solid wood desk is placed in the center of the room.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains and falls on the table, creating soft light and shadows.

Behind the desk, a man in a jet-black frock coat sat in an office chair.

He rested his feet casually on the desk, holding a high-end cigar produced in the Megara region in his hand, puffing leisurely and calmly.

In front of his field of vision, several figures in black robes were kneeling on one knee on the ground, as if they were reporting something to the gentleman in a tuxedo.

Suddenly, the gentleman stopped smoking his cigar and uttered a soft "hmm".

His exclamation startled the black-robed figures, and they said in a trembling voice:

"Master Apostle, we have tried our best..."

Before he finished speaking, the gentleman behind the desk waved his hand with a hint of amusement in his tone:

“It has nothing to do with you!”

"It's just that a reckless guy suddenly broke in just now."

"It's rude to break into someone's home without permission."

"Little Night Watchman, I hope you will remember this lesson this time!"

After the gentleman finished reading these words in a low voice, he chuckled.

In front of the desk, several figures in black robes kneeling on one knee on the ground looked confused, not understanding what the apostle in front of them meant.

Seeing his men's bewildered expressions, the gentleman tapped the table lightly with his slender, bony fingers and said casually:

"After today, the church should be able to detect my presence."

"We need to be more cautious in our next move, but we don't need to be too cautious. We still need to leave some clues for the church."

“Otherwise what we do will be meaningless.”

"Yes! Master Apostle!" Several black-robed figures bowed in response.

The gentleman hummed softly, then asked casually, "What do the Mist Cult say?"

"The Mist Cult said that if we are willing to provide our full assistance."

"They can try to hold another ceremony in Haidaram to pray for the mist to descend, so that the entire Haidaram can embrace evolution."

One of the black-robed figures replied respectfully.

"Yes! Promise them."

The gentleman still spoke in a casual tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Yes! Master Apostle." The black-robed figure bowed again in response.

After hearing this response, the gentleman took a puff of the cigar in his hand and then slowly exhaled a puff of white mist.

As the white mist rose, a lazy and indifferent voice rang out in the room.

"Then get lost!"

"Yes! Master Apostle!"

After answering this sentence, the black-robed figures rolled out on the ground.

While rolling out, don't forget to close the door.

After seeing his men leave, the gentleman casually placed his cigar on the rack beside him and slowly stood up from his chair.

He came to the window, looked out at the endless sea, and said to himself:

"I heard that the Scarlet Cult lost a divine messenger. It seems I have to be more cautious."

"That hard-to-kill leech was killed so easily by the church. It seems that the strength of those churches in Haidaram has recovered quite well."

Speaking of the Scarlet Sect, the gentleman couldn't help but think of the news he had received that a prince of the Scarlet Sect seemed to be preparing to ascend the throne.

The gentleman sighed, "It looks like the world will have one more earthly god. It's really enviable."

……

In the Moon Cemetery, Vivian's figure gradually changed from illusory to solid.

As soon as she returned to the world, Vivian looked around vigilantly.

Perhaps because her original location was relatively close to here, she was the first to arrive.

After seeing that there seemed to be no enemies, she turned her attention to the area ahead that was emitting strong pollution.

"Such a strong pollution!" Vivian muttered to herself with a serious expression.

She pulled her revolver from her thigh and pushed several silver purification bullets into the magazine.

After doing all this, Vivian, holding a gun in her hand, slowly and steadily approached the source of pollution.

When she got closer and looked at the figure lying in the coffin with a dozen miniature heads on his face, Vivian's pupils shrank sharply:

"Peter?"

Although the original face of the figure in front of her could no longer be seen because more than a dozen heads had grown on it, Vivian could still see the faces on those miniature heads clearly.

That was Peter, who was in the same Night Watch team as her. What was going on?

Why is Peter here?

Suddenly, Vivian's eyes fell on the coffin where Peter was lying.

Could it be that Peter tracked down the clues to the cultists who created the zombies in the cemetery?

There is no doubt that this possibility is very high.

Vivian put the gun back in her hand and took out three small bottles filled with transparent liquid from her body.

She pulled out the stoppers from the small bottles and poured all the liquid in the three bottles onto Peter's deformed body in front of her.

As the liquid came into contact with Peter's skin, which had begun to deform.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound, and waves of white mist rose up.

Peter groaned a few times, seemingly because of the pain.

Looking at Peter, whose symptoms had only slightly eased, Vivian frowned.

This was all the holy water she had with her, and at this moment, another shadow gradually solidified beside her.