"Did you hear anything?" Chen Ke looked at Richter.
"No," Richter shook his head.
He slung the shotgun around his waist and pulled out a whip from underneath his coat, the whip unfurling to the ground, its tail tipped with a small studded ball.
Chen Ke noticed that on Richter's belt hung four thick vials, two of which were already empty, while the other two contained a red liquid.
He deduced that, like the Secret Keeper, Richter needed to coat his weapon in blood to inflict damage on Spiritual Monsters, otherwise, he would be utterly helpless.
In truth, future Spiritual Ability Users and Secret Keepers were not much different; one smeared blood on weapons, the other injected liquefied Spiritual Energy into their spines—a reliance on foreign entities to combat the otherworldly. Unable to manifest such great power within themselves, perhaps this was the pathetic aspect of humanity?
