My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 659 Intermediate
Late at night, heavy rain.

In the dark, two people ran over in the rain.

Ethan and Blake ran quickly with their things on their backs, and they didn't stop their hurried steps until they rushed to the porch.

It took more than half an hour of busy work just now to finish the aftermath work.

Jeeps, tents, stumps, everything, all sank into a nearby river.

Ethan is now a good hand at doing this kind of aftermath.

Otherwise, it will take even longer.

They looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Don't talk about drowning, it's almost the same as soaking in water, it's extremely embarrassing.

"Hache~"

Just after laughing twice, Blake sneezed heavily.

Ethan quickly picked her up and ran upstairs. This guy's lips were blue from the cold.

The shower was turned on, the clothes were thrown aside, and a white mist rose.

The scalding hot water hit her body, and Black bit Ethan's shoulder vigorously. She wanted to forget everything, and there was only one thought in her mind.

It wasn't until after three o'clock in the morning that Blake fell asleep.

In her sleep, she murmured Liz's name from time to time, and tears rolled down her face.

Only two or three hours later, Ethan turned over and got up again.

Sadness mixed with fright, and after a long night of rain, Blake developed a high fever and his body was covered with sweat.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the house for a while, and only then did he find antipyretics.

Blake gave medicine to the hot forehead, and she continued to sleep drowsily.

From time to time, he put a towel on her and wiped her body.

When the sky was bright, the body temperature slowly returned to normal.

Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief and touched Black's forehead.

This is also a 20-year-old girl, forcing her to do those things by herself, it's no wonder if something goes wrong.

It doesn't matter if you have a fever, it's like restarting your body.

After a lot of tossing, Ethan didn't feel sleepy anymore, leaving her to rest alone, and went to the bathroom by himself. The clothes he and Black wore last night were packed in bags, thrown into the space, and thrown away again when there was a chance.

Go to the first floor again, and remove the stains that the two brought back from the outside.

Even the porch was swept clean.

As for the outdoors, there is no need to deal with it at all. The torrential rain is still continuing, and the rain is not stopping.

These rains will wash away the last trace of hidden danger.

He took a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator and moved a recliner to the porch.

Taking a sip of beer under the overwhelming rain.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke slowly before opening the system panel.

As he expected, the status of the task changed to complete.

"what!"

A scream like an auditory hallucination suddenly sounded.

A few images flashed quickly in my mind, the chainsaw spinning crazily, slashed down from Ed's upper body, blood sprayed like mist, and sprinkled on his body.

Alice ran away desperately, but was stepped on the ground by her own foot.

The chainsaw roared, and flesh and blood flew.

He shook his head violently, shaking the images away.

His fingers gripped the beer bottle tightly, his veins bulging.

"Boom."

The bottle exploded, splashing white beer foam.

The glass cut the palm of the hand, and blood dripped down.

He brought the cigarette to his mouth, bit the butt of the cigarette vigorously and took a puff, exhaling a puff of white mist more than one meter long.

Licking his lips, the corners of his eyes twitched.

This kind of thing has never happened to me.

I have done more ruthless things before, but I have never had auditory hallucinations.

Shaking off the beer froth, temporarily suppressing this matter, and focusing on the system panel.

With a jolt of thought, the mission disappeared.

After waiting for a while, there was no strange movement from the body.

He looked at the panel suspiciously. The primary healing on it had indeed become an intermediate level, and it wasn't because he misread it.

At this moment, there were bursts of itching in the stinging palm.

He quickly looked at his hand, the bleeding speed of the big gash that was cut just now has slowed down.

Damn, this effect is a bit strong.

He continued to focus on the palm of his hand, and after a minute, his eyes blinked.

Well, I think too much.

There is still no way to achieve the healing speed visible to the naked eye.

First of all, it can be confirmed that the hemostatic effect is first-rate.

The healing speed will definitely be faster than before, but it will not reach that magical speed.

But that's fine too, if the healing is really visible to the naked eye, I really can't take any injuries in the future, otherwise I will definitely be regarded as a monster.

He got up and cleaned the ground, and went to get another bottle of beer.

This time I really watched the rain fall quietly, not only washing the world, but also washing my soul.

I don't know how long it took, but when Ethan seemed to be asleep, footsteps sounded.

Blake went downstairs directly wrapped in a white quilt and found the outside of the porch. She came over in a daze, lay down on Ethan, and curled up like a kitten.

Ethan stretched out his foot, and the recliner shook slightly.

It rained for a whole day and two nights.

It wasn't until the next morning that it slowly stopped. After this period of rest, Blake's body also recovered.

After the little girl regained her vitality, she began to toss frantically.

This kind of tossing is another aspect.

According to the travel plan she had made long ago, she accompanied Blake to the rodeo competition.

Ethan wasn't very interested at first, but when he saw the cowgirl race around the barrel, he instantly regained his energy and cheered with the audience around him.

No way, this kind of show-like competition is very eye-catching.

The cowgirl's ass bumped in the saddle, with a violent and wild beauty.

Even Blake, the female hooligan, whistled frantically.

After the game, he went to the country market again. Ethan was tired of watching these things when he was in Banshee Town, and he seemed a little lacking in interest.

After shopping around for a long time, Blake bought a lot of souvenirs before returning.

In the following time, the two of them hardly ever went out and stayed together.

Occasionally, I went to the town to buy something, and everything was calm.

Not to mention tracing, it is estimated that even those people have disappeared, and no one has discovered them yet.

Many cases are like this. When the best time has passed, it will become an unsolved case. Let alone investigate, it is not even clear where the accident happened.

Especially in such a sparsely populated small town, there is no other way.

The holiday passed by in a flash, and the reluctant Blake was sent to the plane, and Ethan was also on his way home.

(End of this chapter)