Yes, if Roger was manipulating a corpse, then some of his previous doubts could be explained.

Looking around, the mist was steaming, and the hazy light came into view, at first Roger thought that Emily and others deliberately lowered the lights in the bathroom, but now it seems.

Obviously, there is something wrong with this body, and being able to get the feedback now is already the result of the strength of his soul.

And the stench that Chloe mentioned, which wasn't the residual body odor of some of the drugs he had taken and had not been treated for a long time.

It's that this body has begun to show signs of decay, and if it weren't for the strange smell that filled the room, I'm afraid it would have attracted the attention of many people.

There was also the smell in the bathroom, and Roger took a deep breath, but his brain didn't get any feedback.

Although it is possible to manipulate this body, the corpses that have been destroyed can give back very little feeling, and many of them are captured from the outside world by powerful souls.

Thinking about it, Roger was not surprised, after all, his body was still there, although the body before it did not belong to him, but was born in a cursed place.

But after all, along the way, his strength has grown, and a close connection between his soul and body has been established.

But manipulating a corpse......

Roger frowned, there were too many problems to face, the body and soul could not be connected, and many of the cultivation methods in his hands might not be effective.

What's more, it will drag on for a long time, and when the signs of decay are completely revealed, he will be easily detected even if he wants to hide it.

Without power, the dangers Roger faces will skyrocket.

The body's brain had been broken, and Roger's memories were messy and limited, though he had shown no signs of supernatural power so far.

Still, some strange things made Roger alarmed.

Raising his hand, he carefully cleaned the body, he didn't dare to let this body soak in hot water at this time, and after a simple tidying up, Roger came to the mirror to wipe off the moisture on the surface, and a handsome face came into view.

His face was pale and emaciated, and his short black hair, which was a little messy and slightly curled at the ends, made this handsome and emaciated young man look a little lazy and decadent.

His eyes are a little red, his gaze is not so smart, and although his body looks thin, his height should be close to one meter eight.

Roger retracted his gaze and found a clean set of clothes from the shelf next to him to change into, and after thinking about it, he found another bottle of men's perfume.

"It should be barely covered."

There are too many problems with a corpse on his head, and at present, his strength is limited, and he doesn't know much about this world, so everything should still be based on safety.

However, this body Roger is no longer going to use it, and he is ready to find a new replacement.

Leaving the bathroom, Emily and Anne were already waiting at the door, and Roger raised his hand, "It's too bright and a little dazzling here." ”

He walked through the hallway, the carpet beneath his feet was well-made and looked soft, but Roger stepped on it no different than if he were standing on the stone pavement.

Along the way, he didn't see a single male except himself, and his body's memories came back with information.

Regarding the death of this body, Roger saw a lot of doubts from his memory, and he had a vague premonition that this guy with the same name as Henrik probably did not encounter an accident.

Rather, it stems from a murder.

However, Roger has no intention of delving into it, in his opinion, this body has little use value, he will find a way to suppress the decay of the body, and then replace it with a fresh body.

Naturally, there is no need to pay attention to the grudges of the original owner.

"Go down and rest."

Roger commanded, then closed the door.

He turned off the light, and the room quickly became dark, and in his memory, it was a strangely developed world.

Standing by the window, Roger looked out into the dim manor, with a dim light coming from the porch, and with his powerful soul sense, he could easily reach places that were not visible to the naked eye.

Gently push open the window.

It should have come to early autumn, and the weather was a little cool at night, and of course Roger could tell a similar feeling from the demeanor of the gatekeeper.

Such a low temperature may be a little uncomfortable for others, but it is good news for Roger at this moment.

Naturally, he didn't need to rest now, and focused all his attention into the depths of his consciousness, where a looming hunter's hut slowly emerged.

The dim light of the dark door, and the lake in front of the hut.

With a sigh of relief, his roots were still there, and it was clear that the Hunter's Hut was in the soul.

But unfortunately, most of the strength needs the support of the body, and what he has strengthened along the way is not only physical fitness, but also all the transformation of the body under different rules.

"There are too many restrictions."

Roger sighed lightly and didn't take the initiative to try, it would be very dangerous to expose any supernatural power in such a situation.

A simple temptation was enough to give him an idea of where he was, and the rest was still to be done.

The night passed quickly in Roger's yard, and before dawn the silent manor awoke, and not long after the sun rose, there was a slight knock at the door.

"Sir."

It's Emily.

"The breakfast prepared by the kitchen for you, taking into account your body, in addition to your usual favorite hazelnut pie and ......"

"Leave it at the door."

Roger interrupted Emily, and a moment later, he heard a soft knock outside the door, followed by the sound of departing footsteps.

Open the door and pull the delicate tray into the room.

Roger didn't look at the food on his plate.

Still the same as last night, although he now has mastered the control of this body, he is still stuck in his previous state for sensory functions that require neurofeedback, such as smell and taste.

Vision, which can be directly fed back through a powerful soul, is like turning on God's vision, allowing him to see the world at an angle of almost 360 degrees.

But the rest of the feeling he couldn't do anything about it.

Regardless of whether the food is delicious or not, even if Roger can swallow it into the stomach and then control the stomach movements......

But he couldn't digest the food, and he couldn't absorb it.

He can barely suppress the decay of the body, but for the food swallowed in the stomach......

If he wants to prolong his disguise, Roger should even "clean up" himself, like a wild boar sent to the board.

Clean from the inside out.

This kind of suppression comes from a powerful soul ability, but soul power cannot distort and interfere with reality, and Roger needs to work hard to maintain it before finding a new replacement.

Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at his current state, and could hardly see much abnormality except for the redness of his eyes.

The chest rises and falls, but no breath flows from the nose, this is to avoid the smell of revealing one's state.

The perfume on his body is just right, and it is Roger who has simply mixed and adjusted it according to his body odor at this time.

At this time, even an experienced forensic doctor standing beside him probably couldn't detect the corpse stench that Roger was hiding.

With a click, Roger opened the door.

Before leaving, he casually took a top hat and put it on his head.

The brim of the hat is slightly lowered, hiding the abnormality of his eyes.

"Sir...... Are you going out? ”

Anne looked surprised.

"But your wounds ......"

"I'm just walking around the manor."

Through last night's observation, Roger has roughly figured out the distribution of people in the manor, the location of the manor is far away from the city, although it is remote, but it is a good protection for the current Roger.

The whole manor is well kept, but the weirdest thing is that there is only one man in the manor.

Even the head of the manor's guards is a woman.

A strong woman with an almost equal waist circumference and height.

"Sir, you look wonderful!"

Anne took a deep breath and said meaningfully, as she and Emily followed Roger down the stairs to the first-floor lobby.

Along the way, all the servants he met greeted Roger with a smile, and Roger did not respond, just nodded slightly.

Although he wanted to change his body immediately, Roger didn't want to experience being a woman here.

Soul transfer may be a bit troublesome for other transcendentals, but Roger doesn't need to find a powerful transcendent, an ordinary person, and the fresh vitality is enough to give the soul more stimulation.

Even if he has no talent for cultivation, Roger is confident that he will have the power to protect himself in a very short period of time.

After all, it didn't take too long for his other body to achieve what he is today.

This is not a long time for the transcendent.

This is Roger's unique advantage.

All he needs is a man now.

Just a living man.

Just as Roger was about to tell the coachman to take him out of the manor, there was a crisp sound of horses' hooves outside the manor.

"Mr. Joseph, he arrived at the first time after only one night, and it seems that Mr. Joseph and you have a very deep friendship."

Anne spoke.

Roger noticed that her eyes were a little excited, looking left and right, full of anticipation.

Joseph ...... Mr. ”

Roger noticed the important information in it.

"Man, it's good, it's very good."

A smile appeared on his lips, and his mind searched for everything related to this Joseph.

"Young and handsome......"

"And amorous."

"The most important thing is to be rich ......"

"It's a simple and crude description, but how does this kind of guy get involved with a lonely family like Angelo."

"Is it because of a shared interest?"

While Roger was thinking, the gates of the manor opened, and the carriage had already driven into it and slowly stopped.

"Oh, my dear brother, I thought I got a fake news!"

A handsome, flirtatious young man jumped out of the car.

He exaggerated his open hand, as if he wanted to give Roger a big hug.

"I told you you'd be fine, because these bastards wanted to bet with me!"

"Oh my God, who doesn't know we're best friends?"

"I'll bet you'll be able to get through, look, a living Anglo heir!"

Joseph rubbed his somewhat messy hair and screamed excitedly.

Well, a betting dog.

Even the life and death of his friends can open a gambling game, this kind of guy is really worthy of being Henrik's friend.

"In other words, it won't be long before those guys who participate in the gambling game will step through my threshold?"

Roger suddenly spoke, and as he spoke, he had to struggle to control his body.

Make yourself act like a normal person.

"Uh...... I guess so! ”

Joseph waved his hand, "These are small things, the important thing is that you have survived now, isn't it worth rejoicing?" ”

"I'm happy, I'm happy." Roger said with a smile.

"Don't stand here, go to my room, I need your help."

"No problem."

Joseph stepped forward quickly, and the two quickly returned to Roger's room.

Throwing in two pieces of ice and pouring in the amber wine, Roger handed it to Joseph.

"Everything else can be discussed, but if you're going to borrow money......" Joseph smiled awkwardly and tilted his head to drink the wine in his glass.

"I don't want your money."

Roger looked at Joseph with a smile.

"And what do you want?"

Joseph looked confused.

"Your body."

Bang dang.

Joseph rolled his eyes and fell straight on the carpet, and the empty cup was caught by Roger before it could hit the ground.

Simple mental shock, but it is the most effective for ordinary people.

Roger rubbed his forehead softly, although the strength just now was small, he felt a concussion in his brain, and his fragile brain was almost about to be squeezed.

"Hoo ......"

"It's a good time."

Roger crouched beside Joseph and pressed his palm to his forehead.

There was no need to erase Joseph's soul, Roger's current strength was enough to compress the opponent's soul into a narrow area.

This helps Roger take control of the body.

Without much preparation, Roger directly launched the soul transformation.

He felt his soul break away from the decaying body and enter a body full of life.

Before he could rejoice, in the next second, a powerful resistance struck Roger's soul like a giant hammer.

Airplanes!

It was dark in front of him, and Roger felt that his soul was almost shattered by the impact just now.

In the process of crossing, his body and soul suffered great damage, and at this time, it was even more injured.

"What's going on?"

"This guy is a transcendent?"

This level of defense was far beyond Roger's imagination, but he soon found the source of this power.

"Not an instinctive defense ......"

"And it seems to be a rule restriction, no, no, how does this defense seem to come from the world barrier?!"

A defeat did not discourage Roger, he tried to adjust, and then released a wisp of power to cautiously probe.

Rumble!

The next moment, an even more powerful impact followed, and Roger's body rose high in the impact, and then slammed into the wall next to him.

The decorations on the walls fell in the tremors, and Roger got up from the ground, his face blank, an intuitive reaction that he had no intention of controlling his body in shock.

"There is indeed extraordinary power in this world."

"And this transcendence seems to go straight to the soul."

"That's not good news."

My heart tightened slightly, but at this moment, there was a slightly urgent knock on the door, "Sir, sir!" ”

"There are a lot of guests in the manor, they are all arguing, no, they are all scrambling to see you!"

Emily said as she knocked on the door.

It seems that a long time has passed from the outside world.

"Is it the exception or is it for everyone?"

Roger set Joseph to the table, pretending to be drunk, and opened the door.

"Oh...... Mr. Henrik. ”

"Don't call me Henrik." Roger frowned helplessly.

"I'm going to change my name."

Emily was stunned for a moment, then her face changed slightly, pointing to a spot on Roger's lower abdomen.

"Sir, it's rude for you to do that."