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After sighing, he changed into a Hunter outfit, put on a death mask, and used Spirit World travel to arrive near Stoll Street in the Backlund Bridge Area.
At the same time, in the warehouse at 122 Stoll Street, Backlund Bridge Area, a man in a dark leather jacket stood at the warehouse entrance.
His gaze swept around, full of vigilance; he was the first Hunter to accept the bounty mission.
Through various methods, he had narrowed the thieves' whereabouts to the vicinity of Stoll Street in the Backlund Bridge Area.
He was now systematically eliminating each building; even if it was a bit cumbersome, he wasn't about to let his prey escape.
Suddenly, he felt something was off; usually, the warehouse would be busiest at this time, but this one was completely lifeless.
His eyes lit up, and he quickly entered a state of alert, recalling the employer's demand for accurate intelligence. He gritted his teeth, went around to the back door, skillfully picked the lock, and quietly infiltrated.
Stepping into the warehouse, it was dim and silent. Although the man felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, it always reminded him of some ghost stories he heard a group of drunkards babbling about at the Brave Bar.
But he scoffed, unafraid, and skillfully drew the weapon from his waist, ready to face whatever might happen.
However, as he prepared to meet the challenge, a strong smell of blood wafted over.
His pupils constricted slightly, and he immediately raised his gun, turning towards the source of the bloody smell. His body suddenly stiffened as he saw a painting suspended in mid-air.
"This is..." the man gasped in horror, but his voice abruptly cut off as he clearly saw the painting.
It was a massive, surrealistic artwork. The painting had a ethereal Cosmos as its background, with a blood-colored giant tree, seemingly covered in corpses, extending its left and right arms.
The left hand was covered with delicate skin, resembling a soft female arm, while the right hand appeared decayed and swollen, with even distorted teeth and hair growing in the gangrenous areas.
The upward-facing palms reached the edge of the painting, and blood coagulated around the painting like blood-colored vines, intertwining to suspend the painting in mid-air. Two shriveled hearts floated at the positions of the painting's hands.
The gun slipped from his hand, and the man, dazed, slowly walked towards the painting. His body gradually shriveled and rotted, blood splattering and flowing into the intricate blood-colored vines behind the painting.
The blood-colored vines became thicker and more vibrant, and his corpse-like body slowly collapsed. There were 5 other similar corpses around.
The empty warehouse returned to peace, silent. The blood-colored vines continuously distorted and Creep, but there was no abnormality outside.
Aaron slowly walked along the street numbers to the warehouse at 122 Stoll Street, Backlund Bridge Area.
He casually glanced at the warehouse, pretending not to care, and also noticed something was off. Frowning, he quickly circled the warehouse and saw the open back door.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Did they run?"
Standing at the warehouse entrance, he hesitated for a moment. Thinking that this was his first bounty mission, he still went around to the back door and entered through the already pried-open back door.
Aaron's steps paused as he entered. He hadn't felt it outside the warehouse, but as soon as he stepped inside, it was as if he had passed through a membrane.
Aaron's expression changed slightly. His spirituality surged into the death mask and the sun ring, ready to deal with danger at any moment. If he couldn't win, he would immediately use Spirit World travel to escape.
Walking forward cautiously, Aaron felt a strong bloody aura coming from ahead.
A sudden warning rose in his heart, and his spiritual intuition also gave a premonition. Aaron immediately raised the sun ring, preparing to unleash a fireball on that guy.
As his spirituality surged out and his gaze just swept over the bloody painting formed by the blood-colored vines, Aaron's thoughts fell into a momentary chaos.
Due to the spiritual overflow, even though Aaron instantly closed his eyes, his spirituality still fed the distorted image back into his mind, even clearer and more bloody.
Aaron only felt his mind was a mess, with various images flashing by. The Red Moon imprint on his wrist glowed faintly, and a serene, cool sensation suppressed the chaos in his mind.
Aaron instantly sobered up, turned and retreated rapidly, reaching the back door, and quickly closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness.
Passing through layers of dark gold mist, Aaron returned to the Throne. The dark gold mist churned and surged into Aaron, and a blood-colored mist rose, was shredded by the dark gold mist, and disappeared.
Aaron slumped onto the Throne, somewhat fearful, and couldn't help but curse.
The condition of the warehouse clearly indicated that the thieves had opened the painting to divide the spoils, leading to the Release of the original seal and the leakage of corruption.
Aaron sighed helplessly and then used the sun ring to give himself a Holy Purification.
This was clearly not a situation he could handle; he should call for help.
Sinking his consciousness, Aaron disappeared from the Throne, returning to the back door, and chanted in a low voice in ancient hermes:
"Ruler of the Mist Battlefield;
"Wielder of Weather Changes;
"Totem of Flames and Lightning:
"Great Varna Weil;"
Backlund, East Tucker County, Osel, in a certain underground palace, the armored figure sitting on a high-backed chair shook his head helplessly.
Aaron felt a gaze directed at him. Without delay, he briefly described the situation here, finally saying:
"Ancestor, the corruption contained in this painting is not simple. I currently have no other means to seal it. Please, Ancestor, lend a hand."
Varna shook his head with a wry smile, remembering that just a few days ago, this kid said he only needed him for deterrence, and now he was asking him to work.
However, he did not refuse. With a slight lift of his finger, a bright white lightning bolt appeared out of thin air in the warehouse, striking directly at the painting.
It completely destroyed the blood-colored vines behind the painting, and crimson flames swept and burned the vine residue along with the corpses on the ground.
Finally, it transformed into a complex pattern inscribed on the painting, and the oppressive, bloody sensation instantly disappeared.
"I have interfered with divination. Give it to Joseph Weil and handle the aftermath." A ethereal voice came before disappearing.
Joseph Weil, the strongest in the East Tucker Family of Backlund, that demigod, resided in a manor in the suburbs, which Aaron had secretly visited before.
Looking at the painting, which had already rolled up and fallen at his feet, with no special feeling anymore.
Although the flickering red patterns on it gave him a sense of security, he still picked up the painting that had troubled him, his mouth twitching.
Looking at the warehouse, which had been swept by a lightning storm and flames, Aaron was speechless. How was he supposed to deal with this? Nothing was left.
Immediately, he recalled the cargo ship in the Dock District, the dark-skinned man from the Rose School of Thought of Thought of Thought of Thought of Thought, and the gaze from deep within the ship's cabin.
"These must be people from the Indulgence Faction. This debt will be on your heads. It is everyone's responsibility to eliminate harm for the people."
As his words fell, Aaron's spirituality surged into the mask, activating Spirit World travel. His figure disappeared, arriving at the East Tucker Manor in the suburbs.
He took out the token bestowed by Varna and activated its aura. A man in black appeared out of thin air beside Aaron, looking at Aaron with light gold eyes.
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