The clay jar full of cracks suddenly looked different from before, the feeling of about to shatter and turn into fragments of dirt subsided, and the jar full of history seemed to emit a faint fluorescence.

It is clear that the Soul Jar is draining the power of the evil spirits to repair its own damage.

There's no need to listen, as long as Donnie keeps his eyes on the Soul Jar, the unique wild laughter of the Kazra demon spirit rings out in his head, and the curse of the sealed evil spirit.

"Scold, you can't get out anyway." Donnie muttered, the Soul Jar between his fingers no longer rough and a little lubricated to the touch, before tucking it into his camouflaged air-wing backpack.

The young man sitting across from Donnie immediately lay on the small table between the seats, as if ready to take a break or take a nap.

But Donnie knew that it wouldn't wake up, and not only would it not wake up, but the body would also decay at a rapid rate.

The facts were exactly in line with Donnie's guess, and Famen's body collapsed on the table, and a faint rancid smell spread outward from its body as a few seconds passed.

The few passengers around did not pay attention to Donnie and Famen, although the two people seemed to be arguing, although they seemed to have made a move, and it was enough to take a look at them, so they looked away.

Donnie looked around and found only a peer at him, a young man looking at him with horror.

A young psychic?

Donnie looked at him and smiled, put a finger to his lips, and made a silent motion.

"Shhh

Then, ignoring the young man's increasingly frightened gaze, Donnie left the place and returned to his original carriage.

Without the evil spirits who are secretly doing things, even werewolves and vampires, enemies who can never dissolve their hatred, would not be at war under the watchful eyes of the agents of Fort 13, let alone involve so many ordinary people.

After all, they are not the Grand Dukes of the Blood Clan or the ancestors of werewolves, and they can ignore the orders of the Federation and fight in the cities with impunity, turning the bustling city into rubble-scorched ruins.

If you don't have the strength, you have to hold on, this is the consensus on the mysterious side.

The psychic Fenny shrank on the chair, but unfortunately it was only a wooden seat, and it was not weak, so there was no way for him to retract his whole body into the chair.

As a psychic who found a way to become transcendent from ancient books, and happened to be lucky enough to succeed, Finney was not qualified.

As a result, he failed to detect the problem with the Dharma, and he was not even able to recognize the identity of the evil spirit when it briefly appeared in the air. Instead, he thinks of Donnie as a dark wizard who imprisons spirits.

Of course, Donnie still retains his powerful demonic powers, and is indeed a true dark wizard.

Although the terrible dark wizard did nothing to himself, only smiled at himself and told him to be silent, Finney still felt a pang of fear.

This fear even washed away the anxiety that was entrenched in his heart.

Feeney shook his head, his gaze looking forward through the slit in his seat. All he could see was two figures snuggled together.

Suddenly, a series of federal curses came to Feeney's mind.

That woman used to be Finney's girlfriend, and after Finney became a psychic, he once told her the psychic path.

As a result, the woman ended up running away with a vampire, and took with her an ancient book that recorded psychic sequences and potion recipes.

Thinking of this, Finney felt another scolding in his heart.

Unlike the well-informed transcendents, Finney was not on his way to escape the scourge, but to get the book back.

The woman didn't know that Finney was still hiding a hand, and somehow, more words would be displayed in the ancient books, including advanced methods for psychic sequences, and spells often used by psychics to bind spirits and fend off demons.

What's more, there is also a map inside the book that points to the transcendent vault of the person who wrote the book.

It's a pity that I didn't copy them all at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have had to work so hard.

The combination of vampires and psychics is obviously impossible for a weak psychic to overcome, and now that they seem to be moving, Finney can only try his best to disguise himself and follow them on the train.

If Donnie hadn't shown up just now, Finney might have acted irrationally at this moment, such as going to the man and woman to die.

The afternoon sun shone down on Donnie's body, and the breeze blew in through the windows of the slow-moving train, blowing away the anxiety of the passengers.

At this moment, the speed of the vehicle slowed down again, and finally stopped in the emerald green field, where there was no trace of autumn.

A white mist drifted through the windows, the doors quickly opened, and people walked in almost every compartment to hand over the agents Downey had spotted earlier.

The brown-haired, small-haired young agent glanced at Donnie warningly, said nothing, and sat down on his own.

The agents who had been on the train from Blackcastle with Donnie and the other passengers were leaving, and the new agents were staring at the passengers who seemed to be in trouble.

Although the atmosphere has become tense, and some people even think that war is possible, in reality little has changed.

That is, no one questioned Donnie about them, and no one did anything to the transcendents, which seemed like just a warning.

Not only that, but Famen's body had been found and carried out of the carriage, and Downey saw something whispered in the ear of the brown-haired agent, who had been keeping his eyes on Downey ever since.

Due to the strange atmosphere on the train, some of the transcendents who were not on good terms with Fort 13 had to hold back their anger or simply choose to leave the train.

What worries the transcendents is the vast and eerie mountain range of the Rocco Mountains, whether it is the backbone of the continent or not, and these transcendents want to leave it.

Now that the train has left the Rocco Mountains, the fear that gripped everyone's hearts is gone.

As a result, many people chose to leave the train, avoiding the undisguised attention of the Federation.

Downey knew very well that even if they chose to leave, the agents would still choose to follow, which was the Federation's attitude towards the extraordinary.

Donnie wasn't going to leave, and he smiled at the brown-haired detective, as if he didn't care about his serious scrutiny.

The young agent behaved with restraint and ignored Donnie.

After the shift handover was completed in a fair manner, the train started again, puffing smoke and moving forward.

At this time, Donnie took out the Soul Jar, the power of the evil spirit had been partially extracted, perhaps its will had been destroyed, and it was just right to ask about Mount Newleman.