I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 438

"Why? You want to say something?"

Su Fan noticed that Theresa was looking at him, but hesitated to speak.

"Why be so reserved? We've been through thick and thin together, so even a slight offense is fine. Or do you think I'm a capricious man who'd kill someone at the slightest provocation?"

"Of course not, I just feel that you have changed a lot, Sue."

"If it were you from before..."

They are all dead now.

That's right.

The Su Fan that Theresa knew was always straightforward, confident to the point of being arrogant, and unstoppable.

With overwhelming force, they crushed the demons that were trying to cause trouble.

He also dealt with ordinary people who tried to interfere during this process without hesitation.

For example, the security around the large photography studio.

"Is it not good?"

"Can't tell."

Theresa didn't know how to express this feeling.

Su Fan smiled slightly as he saw her looking somewhat bewildered and unsure how to begin.

“I understand what you mean, but things are different now. I used to be the hunter who hunted them down, but now the situation has changed.”

"What is it now?"

"swirl."

As his strength increased, Su Fan gradually realized that even if he did nothing...

The eerie and the evil will also keep approaching.

He is an inescapable obstacle for these things, a vortex that attracts conflict and chaos.

"What difference would it make if we just killed them?"

Su Fan gently shook his head.

“Those who make decisions do not act according to personal preferences; they are merely individuals supported by the collective who best represent their will.”

"After they kill them, they will quickly choose a new one."

“What if we kill their entire family? Other families of similar size will quickly take over their resources, occupy the ecological niche they previously occupied, and continue doing what they did.”

"Unlike dealing with ghosts and monsters, which can be done once and for all, this kind of enemy can only be dealt with through this roundabout method."

"And...isn't it more interesting to defeat them in their familiar territory?"

"However, before that, this incident has another important significance."

"What's the significance?"

"That is to make most people realize that the world today is no longer the way they know it."

Whitewashing reality has always been a favorite pastime of all high-ranking officials.

Fearing chaos, they strictly controlled information, so they tried to let the general public know the truth last.

So much so that most people still believe that the so-called extraordinary is nothing more than being able to breathe fire or bend an iron spoon.

They were completely unaware of the impending danger.

After this, the world will know the power of the extraordinary and be filled with fear.

Then they avoided it and kept their distance to save their lives.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching our program."

"According to eyewitnesses, the building was blocked by a mysterious gray fog-like object that suddenly appeared yesterday evening."

"...Please forgive my unprofessional description, because they are unlike any kind of fog we have ever seen; they are more like a kind of gaseous organism..."

"Please watch this video footage taken by a military drone. Please note that the following images may be disturbing. Minors should watch with parental guidance."

From the perspective of the swaying military drone, the gray fog appears to move erratically, like countless writhing gray maggots.

Strange noises kept coming from all directions, sounding like whale songs, mixed with hoarse and suppressed screams.

They seemed to have noticed the flying objects hovering above, and suddenly unfolded from their clusters, completely obscuring the view in the blink of an eye.

The camera cut off and returned to the studio. The host, who had just spoken, looked unwell, his lips were pale, and he forced a smile before continuing.

"I'm sure everyone was still shaken after reading this, but don't worry, according to the latest news, the eerie fog has dissipated."

Now, let's have our reporter, who was on her way to the scene, give us her report.

The scene switched again, and this time at an unusually fast speed.

Just like the director, who couldn't wait to use something else to dilute the previous creepy discomfort.

Soon, the iconic blonde young female reporter appeared in the center of the frame.

"Hello viewers, I am currently reporting from about 200 yards in front of the Misty Building."

"As you can see, in the event of such a major security incident, our London police responded quickly by setting up a cordon and urgently developing relevant plans."

Before the words were finished, a clearly inhuman roar suddenly came from the background.

Even without being there in person, viewers watching on television still get goosebumps just by seeing the replay of the signal.

That was a fear etched into the very depths of the soul, a fear that was ingrained in the instinct!

The female reporter who was closest to the microphone convulsed violently and almost dropped it.

The former immediately looked back in alarm, and the camera lens followed suit.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the massive, dilapidated building gradually revealed its true form.

Its damage is so severe that it looks as if it has been bombarded by countless artillery fires. It is hard to imagine that in less than 24 hours, it was a landmark building in the area, but now it is teetering on the brink of collapse, with concrete fragments constantly rolling off.

The heavy shadow cast by its body enveloped all the humans moving below.

Suddenly, a terrifying, jet-black serpent covered in scales burst out from the shadows of the building's opening, its roar shattering the windows of nearby buildings!
Everyone at the scene, whether reporters or police, experienced tinnitus and dizziness, followed by a surge of heat in their ear canals. Upon touching their ears, they found bright red blood.

However, they had no time to worry about their injuries, because several human figures had appeared on the giant snake's body.

The human figure was so small compared to the giant snake's body, seemingly like an ant trying to shake a tree, but that was not the case.

Each of their attacks was incredibly powerful, and their spectacular effects far surpassed any blockbuster movie.

The giant snake that had previously terrified everyone was no match for the group. It was beaten so badly that it writhed in pain, its flesh and scales flying everywhere.

He died shortly after being attacked by several people.

Those who witnessed this scene below, whether police officers or reporters, all cheered, their eyes filled with fervor as they looked at the person standing in the building, as if they wanted to worship him.

However, the latter showed no interest in responding to them and immediately turned around and went back into the building.

After they left, the reporters below finally started chattering excitedly at the camera.

"As you can see, there are still survivors inside the building. They haven't given up and are bravely fighting the monsters."

"I believe they will soon be able to turn the tide..."

Before the female reporter could finish speaking, she heard a sudden uproar from the crowd behind her.

(End of this chapter)