Chapter 12 Undercurrent
Thinking is an ability that anyone can master. It is hidden in everyone's body.
However, most people in the world are not aware of the existence of thoughts.
Hence, though, some people who have excelled in their respective fields can also use telekinesis without knowing it.
This seems to be a manifestation of extreme concentration, or a strong emotion poured into exquisite craftsmanship...
Therefore, any object created by one's own hands may be endowed with mind energy by the creators.
Morrow refers to such objects as remembrance objects.
And most of the remaining auras on the objects are very weak, and you need to use "condensation" to see them clearly.
But the amazing thing is——
It is obviously such a weak Qi, but it has withstood the erosion of time and has survived for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Even if the person who released the breath has been erased by time, even if the carrier has become decayed, it will always exist.
They are like the natural enemies of time, which is shocking.
Morrow stroked the sheath of the katana.
Senluo is the name of this knife.
Among the telepathy objects he has come into contact with, Sen Luo's telepathy intensity ranks among the top three.
Even without condensation, you can intuitively see the fluctuation of thought energy.
Had he not known the ins and outs of Sen Luo from his peers before his rebirth, he would not have been able to save this opportunity with an ultra-low price.
If I remember correctly, Senluo’s final transaction price was as high as 1.26 billion ringgits.
If it weren’t for the fact that Senluo was involved in a murder case, which doubled the difficulty of selling it, he should have been able to sell it at a higher price.
Morrow did not immediately try to absorb the mind energy and stuffed Sen Luo back into the black cloth.
The man in the mask roughly confirmed the authenticity of the banknotes, then without counting them, he closed the suitcase and looked at Moreau in front of him.
"Is it okay?"
He was carrying a suitcase, looking around with the corner of his eye while speaking, and putting his other hand behind his back.
Morrow noticed the masked man's actions and didn't care.
Because Sen Luo’s origin is to step on the red line, so the mask man will fight against everything.
Morrow nodded, indicating that there was no problem.
The man in the mask faced Moreau, took a few steps back, and turned directly into the intersection.
Morrow looked over and heard the rapid footsteps gradually disappearing. It seemed that the man in the mask was worried about something happening, so he ran away from the scene.
The masked man's thief-like behavior and the reaction of everyone in the world are normal in Moro's opinion.
This is the characteristic of Youkesin City.
Although opportunities are everywhere, they are also accompanied by all kinds of human malice.
The sound of footsteps soon disappeared in the distance. Moro carried Sen Luo and left from the other direction.
Back at the hotel where he stayed, Moreau took off the black cloth wrapping Sen Luo.
Sen Luo's scabbard has red and white stripes intertwined with each other. The handle and guard are gray-white, and the overall appearance can vaguely show some age.
Morrow raised the gauntlet with his thumb.
As the blade was unsheathed, a cloud of smoke-like mental energy surged out, and then quickly dispersed, flowing to every corner of the blade.
The blade is clear and bright, reflecting Moreau's face.
But this is an unedged samurai sword.
Morrow admired the blade as a miscellaneous connoisseur, and then slowly sheathed it.
Not sharpened, not stained with blood.
However, the sword has a very obvious presence of thought energy attached to it.
It is difficult to imagine how strong emotions the person who forged this knife had at that time.
Morrow stared at the sheathed Sen Luo, and with a thought, he tried to absorb the thought energy attached to Sen Luo.
Suddenly, the energy of thought surged towards Morrow's right hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, all the thought energy was absorbed by the annual rings.
Morrow looked down at the back of the hand holding the knife, and could see a small green energy bar growing in the second ring.
Judging from the length of the energy bar, it is about 3~4%.
In the past, to absorb this level of energy, about five or six objects were needed.
Hence, it can be seen that the strength of Sen Luo's thought energy is indeed outstanding, and it is worthy of his special trip to cut off Hu.
"The function of the annual ring to absorb thoughts is still there, but..."
Morrow let go of Senluo, and raised his hand to his face, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.
After the first ring of growth rings is full, he can temporarily escape death, return to the original starting point, and load some relevant information into his consciousness.
But that information was limited to the first ring, and did not reveal information about other growth rings.
It is only now that I have absorbed Senluo's Nian Qi that I have truly confirmed that the annual ring's function of absorbing Nian Qi is still there.
So he is actually not sure...
After the second annual ring is full of energy, will he still be given a chance to die and be reborn?
Morrow lowered his hand and shook his head slightly.
Compared to the still unknown annual ring charging, other goals have higher priority.
However, as long as he can successfully take out Sen Luo, he can continue to collect various objects while accumulating funds.
In this way, it can also increase the efficiency of annual ring charging.
Thinking of this, Moreau began to think about taking action against Sen Luo.
At present, he only knows that Sen Luo was involved in a murder case, and that after a period of silence, a transaction price of up to 1.2 billion suddenly broke out.
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As for what exactly happened in this process, he had no idea.
What is certain is that taking action will inevitably involve risks.
Morrow is aware of this, but will not be too conservative.
The brave will die from starvation, and the timid will die from starvation.
If you want to get huge returns, you must face the same amount of risks.
Having been deeply engaged in the antiques and miscellaneous industry for more than half a year, he understands this truth best.
"Hmm?"
Mo Luo suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.
At the same time.
In the corridor outside the door, two tough men came leaning against the wall.
They stood quietly on both sides of the door, first looking at each other, and then looking at the door at the same time.
……………
A brightly lit kitchen.
Where the lights are concentrated, a young boy is lying naked on the kitchen table.
Beside him, stood a handsome man in a white suit.
The man held the scalpel and opened the boy's chest with concentration.
As the blood vessels in the skin burst, the blood under pressure shot towards the handsome man.
In an instant, the man's white suit was stained with blood red, which looked extremely dazzling.
If Moreau were here, he should be able to recognize the young man on the kitchen table. He was one of the piglets locked in the cage of the delivery truck with him.
The man in the suit suddenly stopped and asked: "How many more have not been recovered?"
"One."
Not far away, there was a group of people watching, and one of them answered the man in a suit's question.
The man in the suit looked up and asked, "No. 11?"
"Yes."
The man bowed slightly, with a respectful expression.
The man in the suit had narrow eyes and said calmly: "If you can't get me back, you can kill yourself."
"Understood."
The man responded calmly, as if he was not worried about his own life.
……………
Hotel room.
There was a body lying on the ground next to the door.
Correspondingly, there is another tough man who is still alive next to the sofa in the living room.
Morrow half-crouched and looked at the big man with blood on his face, playing with the pistol he had just seized.
"A bloodhound, right...comes as soon as you smell it."
After a pause, a coldness flashed across Moreau's eyes.
"Just in time, I need your help with something."
"!!!"
Hearing the coldness in Moreau's tone, the sturdy man suddenly looked frightened.
(End of this chapter)