Chapter 2645: Chapter 2645: Intimate Encounter
"I regret it now, but it’s too late." Julius Reed felt a chill on his back, raised his eyebrows, took the painting in his hands, turned around and glared at the telekinetic shapes, threatening, "Who dares to come, I’ll tear her apart!"
Saying this, he clutched the scroll with both hands, ready to rip it apart at any moment.
But it seemed that the threat had no effect at all.
"They have no wisdom, no emotion, only the simplest reflex. Your threat is useless unless you really tear..." Julius Reed explained helplessly.
This person, Julius Reed, is good at everything, but once Jessica is by his side, he becomes impulsive.
He always acts recklessly.
"Then should I really tear it?" Julius Reed carefully observed the telekinetic forces.
Indeed, they showed no reaction.
Thinking back to Julius Reed’s words and everything that happened after entering the room, Julius Reed believed.
As expected, Julius Reed, this guy still has a quick mind.
Julius Reed hesitated, wondering whether to tear the painting apart.
Once torn, what will happen next, no one knows.
It’s just gambling!
Seeing those people approaching, Julius Reed remembered the fear of almost being killed earlier, and simply tore a little bit!
What happened was unexpected.
The telekinetic forces actually began to retreat.
They seemed genuinely afraid.
"Julius Reed, to be fair, you are indeed a smart man. They have no thoughts, no emotions, they just know we triggered certain behaviors."
Julius Reed looked down at the painting in his hands, "Compared to me, I tore this painting, so they know to compromise, to protect this painting."
He held the painting tightly.
Although there’s only a slight tear.
But with the stance displayed, if anyone tried to approach, he would immediately tear the painting apart, shred it to pieces!
The telekinetic forces continued to retreat.
They seemed afraid.
"Is it really possible?" Jessica felt a bit distressed about her ancestor’s portrait being torn, but seeing the telekinetic forces retreat, her heart finally relaxed a little.
It was too dangerous, a slight mistake would mean death.
Julius Reed, having acquired this body, was already strong enough.
But he couldn’t withstand Hawthorne’s residual telekinetic attacks.
"It’s quite effective!" Julius Reed looked at Julius Reed, "What should we do? Leave first? We’ll find the Treasure Bead slowly, surviving is the most important."
"Have you ever thought, they have no thoughts, no consciousness, why would they care about your slight torn painting?"
"Triggering something by opening the door is normal because the door opened. That’s a very significant change."
Quella Radcliffe took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, then said, "You should either take down the painting, triggering their behavior, or tear the painting completely!"
"But now, you only tore a little bit, how can it possibly trigger some behavior from them?"
Looking at the retreating telekinetic forces, Quella Radcliffe felt something wasn’t right.
Logically, this shouldn’t have any effect.
But what’s happening before their eyes couldn’t be explained.
The telekinetic forces indeed retreated.
To make some mindless telekinetic forces behave like this is extremely abnormal.
Such telekinetic forces function almost like mechanisms.
How could mechanisms have such a weak trigger?
Either it’s a trigger leading to telekinetic forces attacking.
Or it’s nothing.
The telekinetic forces stood like statues.
Now this not advancing, not retreating...
Quella Radcliffe suddenly thought of a possibility!
Could it be instinct?
Although telekinetic forces lack thoughts, they might still possess a bit of instinct.
Just like simple aquatic creatures, they have no thoughts, yet they can exhibit instinctive conditioned reflexes.
Perhaps...
Quella Radcliffe turned around, looking at the painting!
Unless the painting makes these living men feel fear!
Even Hawthorne retreated a few steps.
Although not as exaggerated as the residual souls, this action basically confirmed Quella Radcliffe’s theory.
"You said Seven Gem Slope was a figure your family didn’t want to mention?" Quella Radcliffe looked towards Jessica.
"Yes, the story of the Seven Gem Slope ancestor has never been known. Also, for some reason, the family seems unwilling to bring her up."
Jessica was quite perplexed, "Logically, if no one knew, how did it pass down through so many generations? But if they all knew, why were they hiding it from us at that time?"
"Then it matches up." Quella Radcliffe pointed to Julius Reed’s hand, the slightly torn painting, and smiled helplessly, "Perhaps there’s something more terrifying inside this painting."
"No way!" Julius Reed was stunned.
These creatures here were already ruthless enough, if something else came out, wouldn’t it be...
Thinking of this, he quickly hangs the painting back.
Fear began to form in his heart.
Julius Reed had spent a lifetime capturing souls, shattering telekinetic forces.
Yet now, telekinetic forces made him anxious.
It’s not that he’s timid, it’s just everything that’s happening now is too eerie.
Far beyond their understanding.
Whether he’s overly tense, causing his hands to tremble, or there’s really a problem with the painting.
No matter how Julius Reed tries to hang, the painting simply won’t go up!
Meanwhile, the telekinetic forces had already retreated to the edge of the great hall.
Whoosh.
The ashes Julius Reed had thrown earlier fell to the ground.
"What’s going on!" Julius Reed sweated nervously.
Visible things allow you to foresee danger, easing fear.
But invisible ones...
"The visible ones almost killed me, the invisible ones are even worse, aren’t they?"
"What to do!" Julius Reed felt regretful, his voice began to distort.
In these circumstances, he placed all his hopes on Julius Reed.
"Don’t panic, stay calm." Julius Reed gestured for Julius Reed not to move.
In the great hall, the three stood like statues.
Motionless.
It seemed the silence inside the hall was too much.
Outside, Quella Radcliffe felt uneasy.
"Julius Reed, what’s wrong with you?"
Quella Radcliffe had stayed inside the room earlier, continuing to search for clues.
Now she came out, seeing no one.
This wasn’t normal.
According to Julius Reed’s working style and his emphasis on Quella Radcliffe, he would never leave no one outside.
Leaving no one outside wasn’t a scientific thing at all.
She didn’t have time to think and rushed to push open the great hall doors.
Whoosh!
A shadow flew past.
Quella Radcliffe only felt darkness, and strong spiritual power nearly brushed her shoulder, passing through the great hall door and dissipating outside.
"Don’t speak."
Julius Reed, with both hands busy, gently kissed Quella Radcliffe’s lips.
At times like this, less talking, less doing is the safest.
Quella Radcliffe froze.
Julius Reed was also stunned!
What’s going on?
At the brink of life and death, is it romantic at night?
Earlier, how was it with him? It was like a storm of golden light, shaking his five viscera hard?
Is this something a person does?
