After Alex finished cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and dried his hands, he immediately instructed the spirit Gary to release the soul of that burly man for Elias to examine.
In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and a bone-chilling cold spread.
A distorted soul with a hideous hole in its forehead appeared, floating in Alex's living room. From that pitch-black wound, an illusory mixture of brains and fresh blood continued to pour out. His eyes were glazed white, and his mouth hung open in an eternal gasp of terror.
Alex frowned at the gruesome sight. The white-boned Angel sensed the moment the chilling aura shifted. His gaze moved away from the pages of the cookbook, and the flames in his eye sockets flared up, falling upon the soul. The moment he looked into that soul filled with resentment, the Angel sensed a familiar trace of abnormality.
"Alex, where did he come from?" Elias asked Alex in a deep voice, closing the book.
