Chapter 424

"Law enforcement can handle living issues, but can't deal with mystic matters," Frederick said, shaking his head.

He scanned the construction site, frowning slightly.

"Strange… How did the mysticism flow here suddenly turn so disastrous?"

The intense negative energy was comparable to a hospital morgue, as if hundreds of bodies were buried here.

After a few seconds, Frederick seemed to realize something and smiled eerily. "You sneaky shaman. What tricks did you play on this land?"

Connor broke into a sly grin, and immediately denied, "What's this? Can't win the argument, so you're resorting to baseless accusations now?"

Frederick leveled Connor with a steady gaze. "A shaman doesn't just read the mysticism flow of a place. They can also manipulate it. You've planted something dirty here, which caused the sudden surge in negative energy."

Scientifically speaking, mysticism was about magnetic fields. Everything had a spirit. A shaman could harness and balance natural forces, using t