Chapter 67: The Transformation of Robin
At this time, the perpetrator of the shooting mentioned by Luke was taking a rest on a farm.

Most of her black robe had been untied, revealing that the thorns all over her body were denser than when she had her last secret meeting with the cult leader. The sharp thorns left bloody marks on her body, which were particularly glaring against her fair skin, but also had a strange beauty.

Beside her, the two suspects in the second shooting were lying quietly on the ground, as if they were asleep.

To be more precise - they died.

Died by the robin among the thorns.

This was the final step of her Supernatural Sequence [Instigator] advancement ritual - to instigate one or more people to commit a supernatural crime that caused a regional sensation, and when they had completed the harvest, to perform a perfect backstab, causing them to die in the joy of success.

If the two people lying on the ground were turned over at this time, they could see that there was a wound the size of a baby's fist on the back of their heads. The wound was very deep, wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, and became sharper as it went inward, as if it was pecked by a bird's beak.

Robin casually wiped the blood off his hands onto his black robe, and walked out without even looking at the two corpses beneath him.

Walking out from the dark cowshed of the farm into the sunshine, she opened her arms towards the sun, letting her black robe fall down her arms, and standing naked in the daylight.

The thorns that bound her body became tighter, as if they had life, constantly shrinking inwards, trying to squeeze into her flesh.

Even so, the robin seemed to feel no pain and continued to stretch its body as much as possible, allowing the sharp thorns to pierce its fair skin and leave wounds, leaving its whole body stained with light red blood.

Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour
She remained in this position, like a statue, standing motionless for a quarter of an hour. Even the cautious sparrows landed on her shoulders, hopping around in the gaps between the thorns, occasionally pecking at the flowing blood drops.

In the silence, suddenly, her fingers moved slightly.

Then, the entire palm, followed by the two arms.

The frightened sparrow flapped its wings and flew away quickly, and along with it, the thorns on its arms also flew away.

As the fingers moved, they began to dry up and crack rapidly. Every movement of their body would shake off the thorns that clung to them. After a while, there was no cover on the robin's body.

Likewise, there are no more constraints at all.

She looked down at her body and finally a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Promoted to the third level, completed the first transformation, and greatly enhanced strength - but this is not important, what is important is revenge!

Thinking of something in the past, pain and resentment flashed in her eyes, and then turned into anticipation.

Just wait, that day is not far away.

Those high-sounding, sanctimonious, hypocritical people, those scum, dogs, pigs, and maggots, you would never have thought that I am back! -
It was a pleasure to communicate with Moore, or rather, with his warm personality, he could always keep the conversation warm and intimate unless the person was too extreme.

After walking out of the church, Luke got into the car happily, ready to strike while the iron was hot and assign the task of finding the cultists to Yi Er. He had just helped it do a big thing, so it wouldn't refuse to help with such a small favor.

Driving to the edge of the downtown area, Luke found a parking lot to park his Dodge Mammoth, took some basic self-defense equipment, and walked into the dark corridor.

Perhaps because they had just experienced a battle for supremacy among rats, and Yizier had not had time to discipline his rats, the city's "rat content", especially the "rat content" on the city's surface, still had not dropped to its previous level.

So, after walking a few steps, Luke discovered a group of rats.

"Hey, what are you doing here? If anyone knows where One Ear is, please give him a message for me."

As soon as Luke finished speaking, the group of mice looked up at him in surprise, and then - dispersed. "Was it the one that spoke just now?"

"It must be! How can a rat make such a loud sound? It must be a giant spirit!"

"How terrible! The djinn speaks rat language!"

"Run! Run! The giant spirit is coming to catch you!"

This damn Luke finally knows what it means to be a coward.

Isn’t it said that American rats are not afraid of people?

Luke stepped on the tail of the slowest mouse and lifted it up.

The mouse was black with some white spots. It was hanging in the air, squeaking and begging for mercy: "Help! My meat is not tasty. Please don't eat me."

Luke swung it in the air for a few rounds, and the mouse immediately became dizzy and unable to speak.

"Where is One Ear? Bring him to me. Do you understand?"

This mouse was a little dull and didn't seem very smart, not as clever as Gray Hair. Luke was getting a little impatient.

The little mouse squeaked, "I see, I see. Go find the king. Go find the king."

Luke put it down and let it go.

One mouse was not enough, so Luke moved to a nearby place and prepared to find a few more to carry out saturation communication. There would always be a mouse that could pass the message to the ear.

After randomly finding four messenger mice, Luke felt that it was about time, so he let the other mice go, wandered around the streets waiting, and observed the world.

Well. This person's pupils are very small, shrunk into the shape of needles, his eyes are dull and lifeless, and he doesn't react at all when the sunlight shines on his face. There are many marks of injections on his arms, which are from sucking Xiao Hai.

Looking elsewhere, a woman was standing on the street soliciting customers. Every once in a while, she would sniff twice, as if she was trying to kill herself.

The woman made eye contact with Luke, and immediately put on a flattering smile and walked over to solicit customers.

Although she didn't look ugly, she was far from Luke's standard, not to mention that she was a drug addict. Luke turned around and walked away.

On the way out, there was a homeless man who kept picking his nose. It looked like his entire nose was collapsed. His face was pale and he had few teeth. He was playing free base.

Fuck!
This is the experience that comes with [Leaf Planting Technique], which not only provides the ability to plant leaves, but also allows Luke to find drug addicts in the crowd at a glance, and distinguish different types of drug addicts based on their body shape and appearance.

In the past, Luke knew that there were many drug addicts in America, but he had never observed them so carefully. He also did not expect that so many deep-seated drug addicts could be found in just one street.

Those who just play with leaves are not considered to be smoking in this area.

These homeless people are really amazing. They can't even afford to eat, but they can still find these things from various places to be happy. I really don't know where they get the money from.

It really is a country where people live for the moment.

(End of this chapter)