Psychic Communication

Chapter 35 Psychic Communication

"Lawyers" are spiritual beings who possess extraordinary abilities, but they are not very skilled at psychic abilities, so they can only pray to the gods for help.

If the ritual is performed correctly, the materials burned are appropriate, and the incantations are recited correctly, the spirituality of any extraordinary being can construct a passage to the divine realm. As long as the supplicant has no malicious intent, the deity's "automatic response system" will generally provide a response.

Although the Goddess of Night's reaction seemed unreliable in the last experiment, psychic abilities are an important part of the "corpse collector's" pathway and are the Goddess of Night's "main business," so this time he still prayed to the goddess for power.

Who else could he turn to? The artificial Grim Reaper seems to have developed some basic consciousness, but Hobart doesn't know His name, and He might not even respond to Hobart's prayers.

Looking for "Lord of the Storms" Leodorus? That guy's specialty is unleashing lightning; you'd be more interested in asking him to cover up the crime.

The god of steam and machinery wouldn't be suitable either. What if, when you ask Him for help with a spiritual connection, He casually tosses a bicycle onto the altar? That would be ridiculous: A bicycle? What kind of bicycle? What kind of bicycle do you want?

The true creator and the hidden sages can help with psychic communication, but who would dare to ask them for help?

After drawing the symbols representing the goddess of night, Hobart used "holy night powder" to build the "spiritual wall".

Then Hobart took out Amanda hydrosol, dripped it onto the candle, and burned moonflower and night-blooming jasmine petals.

He solemnly proclaimed in Hermes: "I pray to the power of the night;

I pray for the power of crimson;

I pray for the favor of the goddess of night;

"Your faithful followers pray to the goddess for power so that I may have spiritual communication with this person who is influenced by an evil god."

"..."

After the incantation was finished, Hugh, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately felt that the whole room seemed to become quiet, and Hugh's surprised and excited heart immediately calmed down.

Hobert breathed a sigh of relief; this time, the goddess was more reliable.

Then his eyes turned completely black, as if he had lost the whites of his eyes, and he saw Zachary's spirituality gradually dissipating.

Without any instruction from anyone, Hobart seemed to have performed countless psychic sessions, skillfully manipulating his own spirituality to become entangled with Zachary's.

Hobart silently thought to himself, "A fraud scheme involving Hyman Insurance."

"The fraud scheme involving Hyman Insurance Holdings."

"..."

Hobert's perspective suddenly turned hazy, as if he had fallen into a thick fog where he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. After repeating it seven times, the scene before him changed.

The first thing that catches the eye is a middle-aged man with a sincere smile. He is the middle-aged worker who came towards Hobart and Hugh during the afternoon's chase.

It really was Hyman!

Furthermore, the psychic images were not distorted, indicating that Zachary's spirituality was not severely contaminated, and it was safe to conduct psychic sessions.

Hyman, with a genuine smile on his face, said, "Only through manufactured depravity and resentment can we please the Lord!"

"How about we try bankrupting a few happy families? God would surely love the feeling of being gradually driven to depravity by life's hardships..."

"...Look at our 'Land of Hope,' some people are frantically consuming profits, while others are struggling to protect their assets despite their best efforts. I think you don't want to be one of those people who are manipulated by others..."

"...We target middle-class families who have savings and dream of living the life of the rich, making them easy targets."

"How about we set the amount to be scammed at around £6000? Any higher and it will attract the attention of the official extraordinary individuals, causing us a lot of trouble..."

"...First, you need to become a respectable insurance company manager. That's not difficult. Just hold your head high, be arrogant, and get into the habit of responding to others with the most shameless lies and the most nauseating flattery. You'll be halfway there..."

The scene then shifts to Zachary, who is dressed and behaving impeccably as he meets with various clients, including Mr. Robin, Hobart's client.

After these images ended, Hobart's vision was filled with a thick, gray fog.

As previously speculated, Hyman planned it, and Zachary executed it.

Hobart silently repeated to himself, "Where did the money from the fraud go?"

Where did the money obtained through fraud go?

"..."

After repeating it seven times, the gray mist in front of Hobert changed, and Hyman's face reappeared.

Hyman, with the same sincere smile, said, "Why did I set each amount at 1600 pounds? Just for the convenience of dividing the spoils? Yes, dividing the spoils, there's nothing to hide."

"What? You want 600 pounds? No, no, no, you only have 100 pounds, and I only have 100 pounds. The rest must be given to the Lord's representative."

"That's right, it's Mr. Hillman you met that day. He's a priest of the Lord and a bishop for the believers."

Hobert saw that Zachary reluctantly handed over most of the money to Hyman.

The gray fog reappeared, and Hobart fell into a brief moment of contemplation. Judging from Zachary's behavior before his death, the "Lord" that Hyman spoke of must be the true Creator.

If that man named Hillman is a bishop who believes in the true Creator, then Hillman and Zachary are very likely to be involved with the Aurora Society.

Hobert drew a line in his mind: this matter would only go as far as Hyman's, and he would not investigate any further, no matter how obvious the clues were. Otherwise, if it got involved with the Aurora Society, he and Hugh would be dead nine or ten times over.

Hobart then continued his psychic reading: "Hyman's hiding place."

"Hyman's hiding place."

"..."

After repeating it seven times, the gray fog in front of Hobart churned, and a row of houses appeared, with the address reading: 109 Vasque Avenue.

The scene then shifts to a dilapidated building with a sign that reads: 56 Gaspin Avenue.

The camera pans forward to the third floor of the building and stops in front of room 303.

The continuous psychic sessions were draining Hobart's spiritual energy. He was exhausted, but he still persisted in silently chanting, "The potion recipe."

"The potion recipe."

"..."

Hyman’s smiling face reappeared in the gray fog: “This is a gift from God, and we also thank Mr. Hillman for his generosity.”

Hyman handed him a note that read: "Mystic Potion".

Main ingredients: 70 grams of black crystal, half the brain of a red-billed raven.

Additional ingredients: 80 ml of pure water, 10 ml of tilapia blood, 5 drops of pirimica juice, and 9 g of black pea flower powder.

Hobert had just glanced at the potion recipe when the writing on the note suddenly twisted, and the black ink swirled into the shape of a cross. On the cross, there seemed to be an upside-down person chained up. The cross rapidly grew larger.

Before he could clearly see the person on the cross, Hobart abruptly withdrew from the psychic session.

Hu~hu~

Hobert broke out in a cold sweat; he had almost been spotted by the true creator. Even if he didn't lose control, just being glanced at by this guy would be unbearable.

He concluded in his mind: In the "low sequence" stage, it is best not to involve extraordinary information when channeling, otherwise it is easy to attract some malicious stares, which is very dangerous.

Hugh crouched down beside Hobart and asked with concern, "How are you feeling?"

Hobert, who was having a peaceful psychic session, suddenly woke up as if from a nightmare, panting heavily and covered in cold sweat.

Hopper waved his hand, leaned against the wall to catch his breath, and struggled to his feet. He drew a red moon and stars on his chest: "Praise beauties, goddess!"

After the ceremony, he pulled out the forged shareholding agreement from his pocket: "Defendant Zachary, I am now suing you on behalf of Mr. Robin!"

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