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

Chapter 505

Theresa, who was walking with Su Fan on the street, felt a little uneasy.

This unease didn't come from the walk itself, but from the passersby.

Su Fan had just caused such a big stir not long ago, and his face was known to everyone in London.

If discovered...

"Afraid of being noticed?"

Seeing Theresia looking around, Su Fan guessed her concerns.

"Su, aren't you worried? If your true identity is discovered, our planned walk will be ruined."

Theresa whispered, leaning closer to Su Fan again.

"They won't notice. Look ahead if you don't believe me."

When Theresa heard this, she looked up and was surprised to find that none of the passersby were looking at her and Su Fan.

how come?
Because she had arrived in a hurry, Theresa hadn't had time to bring her clothes and was still wearing her heavy nun's habit.

This outfit would make you stand out from the crowd on the streets of London, or at least be considered quite eccentric.

How could no one have noticed her?

"Don't underestimate the power of a cultivator's soul. Lowering their presence is a piece of cake."

Su Fan calmly and patiently explained the situation to Theresa.

"We only need to exert a little influence on people within a certain range, and they will subconsciously ignore us."

"The 'influence' will not disappear as long as you don't stare at it for a long time or go up to greet it directly."

This small but ingenious use comes from the supernatural power that Su Fan recently acquired—Soul Capture.

Even though it wasn't complete, it significantly improved Su Fan's understanding and application of divine soul power.

Cognitive barriers, a rather subtle application of spiritual power, are now being used with great ease.

Theresa was intrigued by Su Fan's explanation and slowed her pace, subtly observing the passersby.

Some of them were in a hurry, as if rushing to an appointment; some were quite leisurely, looking around and occasionally stopping to take pictures; and others looked haggard, as if they had just been through a night shift and were preparing to go home to rest.

These pedestrians, with their varied expressions and actions, all seemed to ignore Su Fan and the area she was in.

Finding that, just as Su Fan had said, no one had noticed them, Theresa reached out and took Su Fan's arm.

Previously worried that wearing this outfit and behaving intimately with the opposite sex would damage the image of the convent, Theresa now felt less concerned and became a little bolder.

How extensive will this impact be?

"With us as the center, there's a five-meter radius. On a busy street, that's just the right distance. However, the chances of you being seen like this are not zero."

"Let them look. I'll just say I'm a cosplay enthusiast."

"You know this? Life inside the Vatican is so leisurely?"

"I peeked at it from inside the house at night."

"If you don't sleep at night, you'll lose all your hair."

"I'm not afraid. I'll just learn the miracle of hair care when the time comes."

Theresa snorted.

"If such a miracle really existed, then the previous and the popes before that wouldn't have been bald old men."

As the two chatted idly, a red light appeared ahead.

"It may not be there now, but it will be in the future."

"His Holiness the Pope previously launched an initiative to improve existing wonders, which mobilized almost the entire Vatican and yielded considerable results."

I never would have guessed that the Pope was a reformer.

The moment the green light turned on, the two stepped forward simultaneously. "You said before that as long as we don't greet each other or look at each other, the 'impact' won't be eliminated. Does that mean we won't be discovered even if we dance together in the street?"

"Are you planning to perform an opera here? But this is really not a good place."

Su Fan's pointed tone made Theresa's eyes show a hint of doubt.

Suddenly, an extremely cold wind blew in from the side, carrying with it a strong stench of decay.

It's like a rotting coffin buried underground, tainted with the stench of corpses, finally seeing the light of day again.

With her clergy instincts, Theresa immediately sensed something was wrong. She turned her head to look in the direction from which the eerie wind was blowing, but instead of a desolate haunted house, she saw the grand entrance of a lavishly decorated hotel.

Theresa did not go closer to check, because the open space directly in front of the gate had already been surrounded by a crowd of passersby.

She stood on tiptoe, but could still only see the back of her head with the different hair color.

Left with no other choice, he could only turn to look at Su Fan.

"What, do you need me to carry you up?"

Su Fan, unsurprisingly, received a glare when he asked this question.

"Could you please tell me what happened inside?"

"A hotel cleaner was working at a height when his safety rope broke unexpectedly, causing him to fall to his death."

Theresa remained silent, waiting for what would follow.

That intensely malevolent aura led Theresa to conclude that this matter...

"It's not that simple."

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

"In less than a week, three staff members died unexpectedly, and there is an unknown evil force at play in this hotel."

The speaker had a strong voice, but his English pronunciation was not very standard and had a strange accent. You could tell at a glance that he was not a native of Britain.

The onlookers searched for the source of the sound, while those who were close to the speaker made way for him, bringing the speaker into everyone's view.

The person speaking wore glasses, had his black hair tied in a bun, and wore a dark blue Taoist robe; his attire was quite unconventional.

Despite the stares of the crowd, he showed no fear. Instead, he took a few steps forward and squatted down next to the sanitation worker who was covered in blood.

At the same time, numerous police cars arrived at the scene with sirens blaring.

After getting out of the car, the police set up a cordon and prepared to disperse the onlookers. However, the person who was speaking near the scene of the crime seemed to have special privileges and moved around freely in the area, wandering around aimlessly with a compass.

"he is……"

Theresa looked at Su Fan with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

"He's a Taoist priest, I think. Judging from his accent, he's probably from Hong Kong."

Compared to the mainland, where supernatural beings are forbidden after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Hong Kong is quite interested in gods, ghosts, and metaphysics.

Whether in the entertainment industry or the business world, countless people spend a fortune to find a master to change their luck.

At the same time, strange and eerie tales are very popular there.

"Since the police have tacitly approved of the investigation, it is clear that he, like your Vatican, is a government official invited to solve strange incidents."

Theresa understood.

"Does that mean we're out of the picture?"

"Not urgent."

Su Fan waved his hand, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to see just how capable this Taoist priest from Hong Kong really was.

(End of this chapter)