The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

As Lucius listened to the scene in front of him, his muscles tensed up instantly, and a narrow-bladed dagger in his sleeve landed straight in his hand.


But, in the next moment, the young avenger became puzzled.


His eyes, his ears, they detected no intruder.


Yet, the "Spirit Medium" of South Los before him...


In an instant, Lucius thought of some rumors.


Rumors about the "Spirit Medium" of South Los being able to communicate with the undead.


And it was at the moment of recalling this rumor that Lucius's tense body began to tremble, the young avenger's lips quivering uncontrollably.


The young avenger wanted to shout out, but in the end, his lips were clenched tightly.


He hoped it was his father, his mother.


Yet he also feared it was his father, his mother.


What he feared even more was that it was not his father, his mother.


Chapter 639 - Chapter 636: Fabrication. Up!