Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

"This is……"

Mark's eyes widened, and he felt that his whole body was stiff and unable to move. The tendons of his limbs seemed to be frozen, so hard that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and he stuttered.

Not only because of fear, but more because he encountered a direct attack on the soul level for the first time in his life.

Under the extremely fast thinking of human beings, when thinking and action are separated, the time that leads to the state of the spirit body seems to be normal, and the time outside is like pressing the [Slow Release] button.

In front of him was a quaint cabinet.

From a distance, it is no different from an ordinary wooden cabinet.

After a closer look, I immediately found two large eyes, gold and black, embossed on the cabinet door.

Those are the [Bright Eyes] and [Dark Eyes]!

Mark's soul seemed to be struck by lightning, and an uncontrollable palpitation surged from the depths of his soul.

'He', recognize this cabinet!

The memory is too long ago, it was when Marc Destiny was still at home...

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

A violent knock came from the door of the wooden cabinet. Accompanied by the percussion, there was a small rustling sound, which sounded like a nest of poisonous snakes spitting out letters softly.

Just a few sounds made Mark shudder, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his heart was beating wildly.

After the initial panic, Mark was relieved.

This is not his memory, but the memory of that dead ghost Mark!

Fragmented recollection shows Dead Ghost Mark screaming, holding his head in his hands, curling up and yelling in the corner of the closed room with the doors and windows shut.

"I finally understand why there is no big wardrobe in the original owner's room. But, what does this have to do with me, who is named Ma Mingke?" After a sneer in his heart, a traveler quickly calmed down. He silently rolled the 20-sided dice, imagining in his mind that his action was 'after being frightened, he turned around and ran away'.

The 20-sided dice rolled and turned many times in the mind, and finally stopped at the number [1].

Mark's mouth made a "click" sound.

Sure enough, can only open the door?

He rolled the dice again, and this time, he was not disappointed, the number revealed was the full value [20]!

The next breath, his body returned to freedom, no longer in the state of being bound.

He stretched out his hands and pulled it far away.

A pair of big blue energy hands exactly like his palms appeared out of thin air, pulled the doorknob, and opened the cabinet door.

Three rotting beings swooped out...

If Mark was right in front of the cabinet door, he would be hit with anything, but at this time he was five meters away from the cabinet door.

Three zombies fluttered lonely.

At the same time, the muzzle of the revolver lit up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots and three headshots!

In reality, Mark may be bound by the physical condition of the deity, but it is another matter in the soul horizon. The imagination is so high, the action is as fast, just like when he is playing a shooting game.

Mark dealt with the three zombies so neatly and seemed to confuse the attackers too.

Sadly so far.

More psychedelic clouds poured out from his feet, the mist quickly turned black, and then formed eight sharp claws to firmly grasp his body.

The black mist billowed, and one face after another appeared, and then annihilated again, again and again.

Mark's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized that Dorothy and other women were among those smoke faces. The more he struggled, the stronger the power from the smoke. In a short while, most of his body was dragged into the mound-like cloud of smoke, leaving only the part above his neck exposed.

As if to be sure that Mark was completely restrained, and finally, a figure he was quite familiar with appeared in front of him.

"Garian... Captain!?" Mark's eyes widened.

"Surprise? Accident?" The translucent Galian in front of him seemed to be in the state of a spiritual body. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the muscles on his face were slightly twitching, and the excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes could not be concealed.

The handsome sunny guy turned into a big-eyed villain, with four big words written on his face:

The trick is successful!

Mark was speechless to the extreme: Please, Mr. Captain! I asked you to protect me and catch the murderer by the way, not for you to be the murderer!

Mark finally knew why the dice would give the number [12] after he made the decision to be the bait that day. It's just a hint to him - the beginning and the end are good, the process is not reliable.

"why are you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Galian's face was full of victorious smiles: "Let me introduce, these three are your companions..."

Mark immediately realized that these three zombies were Burns*Dupont and the three of them: "You..."

Garian slapped his face with one hand, bloodshot eyeballs exposed between the separated index and middle fingers, and let out a morbid laugh: "Huhu! Haha! Haha! Wow ha ha ha ha ha!"

"..."

Galian laughed wildly and wantonly, the kind of clear hatred that seemed to be avenged, poured out of the laughter without reservation.

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed for a full two minutes without stopping.

After finally waiting for Galian to stop, Mark finally couldn't help but ask: "I, I didn't do anything to offend you, right? Before that night, I didn't know you at all."

"No no no no! You offended me! You offended me!" Galian shook the index finger of his left hand vigorously, raised his chin high, and looked down at him with hatred and disdain in his eyes: "You That handsome face is the original sin—"

Immediately afterwards, with his blue veins exposed, Galian, who kept waving his arms angrily, let out a continuous roar like a machine gun!

"Why do you look better than me?"

"Why should Sunshine Boy be cast aside?"

"Why can a little white face like you be easily favored by a noble girl?"

"Why do these trash have a better future than me just because they were born in a better family?"

"Why do I risk losing control of my power for ten years at the bottom, but I can only be the captain of the night watch in my life?"

"Why? Why—"

The hoarse, sharp and harsh, morbid roar of a hundred decibels reverberated in the entire soul space, shaking Mark's heart.

After a long time, Mark squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "If you work hard..."

"Fart! In the 300,000 square kilometers of the entire St. Leiden region, the entire upper class of the Church of Light and Darkness has only 18 surnames! Even if you are a waste of a collateral family! Your surname is still noble [Destiny] ]!"

This time, Mark was really stunned. He never expected that the solidification of the class in the church would reach such an outrageous level.

After a full twenty seconds, he sighed faintly: "Is this [jealousy]? However, even if you kill me, it's useless."

"No, it's useful! It's very useful!" Galian's eyelids jumped wildly: "You're not a core member of the [Jealous] church, of course you wouldn't know... The ultimate superhuman of the [kindness] camp, as long as you reach the The conditions for the perfect promotion ceremony will be able to transfer one's own transcendent sequence, and will perfectly integrate one's soul into the target's soul, successfully replace the target's identity, and inherit his wealth, status, power, and... woman."

"How is this possible?" Mark's eyes widened again in disbelief.

"Of course high-level transcendents can't. As long as the target's soul strength is low enough, once the job is successfully transferred, even the Cardinal Archbishop of the Light God Sect will not be able to find the flaw. Hahahahaha!"

Mark's eyes wandered.

It's an exaggeration to think about it, no wonder that over the centuries, cultists have never been able to suppress them. It turned out that it had already penetrated into the orthodox church and played infernal affairs!

Sure enough, the 'weird' of this world far exceeded his imagination!

Galian came up and patted Mark's face with his hand unscrupulously: "I knew that your soul strength was so low, and I would directly invade it. You don't have to be so tossed and play horror stories with your woman. But don't worry, I will devour your memories and take good care of the women who look up to you."

Mark's glazed eyes filled with disbelief gave Galian a sense of accomplishment.

"Hahahaha! This is your last scene, what? Don't you scream? Don't cry? Don't you try to beg me? Maybe I'll be kind enough to allow you to keep that little soul flame, continue. stay in this world."

Galian was laughing wildly.

Smiling, he couldn't stop laughing.

Because Mark smiled too, and smiled brightly.

This made Galian very upset: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just remembered some happy things."

Galian's expression changed, and he looked like a ghost, and shouted: "The weak are not qualified to enjoy happiness and happiness!"

"That's right, I'm weak! I'm so weak that you, the superhuman team leader, can't see it at all, but it's precisely because I'm weak, so in this game that uses myself as a bait, I must let everyone Hidden probabilities all play a role!"

This time, it was Galian's turn to have an unbelievable look in his eyes, and he suddenly said sharply, "You're telling me what to say!?"

"No! I'm actually... really scared." Mark used the vibrato, but the next second, the smile like melting snow in the spring was quite eye-catching no matter how he looked at it: "I'm sorry! I pretended!"

Galian only felt that the violent sense of crisis almost burst his heart at once. Just when he wanted to do something to Mark, the clear and eerie music box music suddenly sounded behind Galian.

"Ding ding... dang dang..."

Obviously it is also a spiritual body, Galian's neck is like a mechanical gear that is almost rusted, and it slowly turns around.

Finally, a petite puppet figure in a white ballet suit with a broken body broke into his field of vision.

"Do you like to dance?"

Mechanical sound, monotonous and ethereal.

A chill filled every corner of Galian's soul.