Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

The smile of "Ivan" who was originally sure of winning was frozen on his face.

Chapter 164 you chase me chase

The lost right arm was wrapped in layers of silver-white hair, and the specific situation could not be seen at all.

A few bad thoughts flashed across, "Ivan" never thought that his omnipotent assimilation would be so vulnerable in front of this guy, this is a kind of suppression originating from the level of life.

"Ivan" is extremely convinced that if the main body is here now, it won't take much advantage.

After gaining a deep understanding of the gap between the enemy and ourselves, "Ivan" no longer hesitated, and immediately cut off the projection of consciousness. The material part of the right arm has been lost, at least to keep consciousness.

Consciousness was withdrawn in an instant, and he tried to return along the connection of the magic circle. The body that lost consciousness and support stopped struggling at once, like a puppet whose strings were cut.

Yamon felt that the part of him that really gave him an appetite disappeared from the body he was tied to, and the hair floating in the air was like the snake's letter, catching the direction of the prey's escape.

She turned around deftly, and jumped from above Ivan's head to the bloody magic circle next to her.

Sweeping his eyes around, Yamon quickly grabbed the corpse that had been placed in the magic circle as a sacrifice, his hair swept across and cut off the thigh of the corpse, and the cross section was as smooth as a mirror.

The next moment, uncoagulated blood gushed out, Yamon grabbed the severed foot, and pressed the flat incision on the magic circle to smear it.

The integrity of the formation was destroyed, and the slowly circling wind stopped abruptly.

A high-pitched hiss that could not be heard by human ears came from all directions in the warehouse.

Its return was intercepted halfway, and some of it still failed to return to the eternal dreamland where the main body was.

Angrily vented the depression in his heart by roaring and screaming, it gathered into a dark shadow in the air, and looked towards the culprit.

In the center of the destroyed magic circle behind him, a humanoid predator holding a severed limb was also looking at it.

The turbulent silver hair swept over like a tide.

......

Tavernal stood silently behind Yamon.

Yamon's hair has already fallen down. Although there are still a lot of hair hanging on the container and various railing posts, they have lost their vitality.

She squatted next to Ivan's still breathing body, biting a black shadow in her mouth.

No matter how much the shadow struggled and twisted, it couldn't get away from Yamon's palm, and it let out a silent howl as Yamon bit down one bite at a time.

It is not too much to describe Ivan's current body as a rag doll.

His right arm has disappeared, and the clothes on his body were also torn by silver hair in the previous unilateral crush, and there are spots of blood all over.

In stark contrast to Ivan's tragic state was Yamon's neat, still pure white dress, and the iron chains hanging from his wrists.

Yes, I don't know when, the shackles on her hands and feet are still intact, but the connecting iron chains have been broken from the middle, and one long and one short hang down in the wide sleeves.

Previously, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Tavernal specially set up cognition-interfering spells on Yamon's body, so that others would ignore the shackles that were incompatible with the girl's slender wrists.

In the previous battle, Yamon used all his strength without consideration, breaking the spell effect left by Tavernaar, and only then did the true appearance of these shackles be revealed.

But now that the chain has been broken, the hanging iron chain seems to be a special decoration, hanging on the cuffs and swinging with the movement.

Tavernal stared at the broken chain and looked again and again, but couldn't remember when it was broken.

At this moment, she had stood silently behind Yamon, and because Yamon was still squatting, Tavernall could see the whirling of her head and the sound of chewing in the quiet warehouse.

But now the chain is not very effective, just break it.Tavernaar was thinking, when she heard footsteps approaching outside the warehouse, she stepped sideways, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.

crunch--

The warehouse door was pushed open.

The silver-white silk threads that almost covered the warehouse, the bloody magic circle, the scattered stumps, the dead bodies, and the pure white figure standing in the center of all these.

The figure turned its back to her, and seemed to be gnawing on something. The bone marrow-freezing sound of chewing kept ringing in the warehouse. Zoya's eyes moved down, looking at the person lying in front of the pure white figure.

She saw Ivan's face.His eyes were closed tightly, and half of his face was covered with cracks that looked like dry bark.

It's impossible not to misunderstand this picture.

Zoya instinctively took a step back and hit the door frame.

Then, she saw the eating monster turn its head at a moderate speed, as if the eating beast had found a new prey.

Although Zoya had already predicted the worst after seeing the silver-white hair all over the floor, when she really saw the face clearly, a great sense of horror crawled all over her back, and she didn't even want to Thinking of revenge for Ivan, she ran away.

That is the kind of practicality that the Alexis bred.

If you die like a brother, just die, don't hook her up, then if you don't die today, you don't want him to live until tomorrow.

The gemstone on the ring was already completely black, and Ivan had already been eaten up by the **** dreamer, so what's the point of keeping a body.

Zoya, who was running, had already found countless reasons for herself, and even wanted to travel back to give herself a slap in the face when she decided to come to the warehouse before, obediently waiting outside to be eaten by the mist, at least die decently, and come down to find some excitement.

She ran wildly outside, and there were footsteps approaching behind her.

Glancing back from the corner of his eye, large strands of silver-white hair followed their owner and approached him.

Taking a breath of cold air, Zoya's hair would stand on end in an instant, her adrenaline soared, and her speed increased again.

She was sure that when she went to the countryside to collect debts and was kicked out by dogs, she was not as fast as she is now.

There seemed to be some voice behind him, the monster in Yamen's skin seemed to be talking, but Zoya couldn't hear clearly.

Her mind was full of the horrifying scene she had just seen when she turned around, and then she ran fast.

Help, no matter who saves me, I will dedicate the rest of my life to you as a cow and a horse!

She silently recited the mantra she had prayed before, and all the visions she had seen before flashed before her eyes. Zoya didn't know if she was in a hurry to go to the doctor now.

Asking for help from an unknown existence is different from donating your soul to the Lord of Dreamland.

Before she could think more, a mass of cloud and mist stood out at the corner in front of her. Zoya thought about it and compared it, then she became ruthless, closed her eyes and plunged into the cloud and mist.

The expected pain did not come, she seemed to be buried in a soft sea of ​​clouds, a trace of coolness brushed over her face, it was not irritating, but rather gentle.

There was a helpless sigh in her ear.

Zoya tentatively opened her eyes a crack.

She is still in the cabin, but the clouds and mist ahead have disappeared, no, rather than disappearing, it is better to say that the clouds and mist gathered into a human shape.

The part of the figure is still between reality and fiction, but it is enough for people to see the specific appearance clearly.

At the first glance, Zoya's heart tightened, almost thinking that she saw Yamon, but then she found many differences.

It looks younger, but it feels quite stable, like an elder who has read a thousand sails.

Then, she saw Yamon, who was about to chase after him, stopped in place.

Chapter 165 Explain clearly

Some people's shadows are so deep-rooted that often just a similar back view or a similar conversation can arouse the hidden fear in a person's heart.

For Yamon, there is nothing more difficult to explain than this.

She just saw the younger sister who was taken advantage of, and it happened that the other party's behavior of running out was so dangerous. It seemed that she wanted to chase after the taken advantage of her to remind her.

But how did things develop like this?

"Wo Kuo to explain..." Yamon looked up at Tavenal who was walking towards her.

At this moment, her long hair was dragging behind her, and some of it was even wrapped around her body, which restricted her movements so well that she couldn't catch up to Zoya, an ordinary person, for a long time.

Be sure to figure out a way to get those hairs back quickly after a fight in the future.

"Okay, you explain." Tavernaar was not in a hurry, and nodded leisurely, but she wanted to know how far Yamon had grown.

If the stocking effect is not good, she will not engage in such a big battle next time.

Yamon spit out the last shadow that was almost swallowed in his mouth, grabbed it in his hand and showed proudly: "I caught a good thing, and defeated the bad guys who wanted to bully me."

Let’s not say that the character you play is not an innocent and good person. How dare you call others bad. Just because you spit out the food you eat and pinch your hands without any psychological burden, it is not very normal.

Tavernaar silently looked away from the opponent's hand, nodded with his expression unchanged, and continued to ask: "What else?"

"Also...and, I have a new friend!"

Yamon looked expectantly behind Tavernar, and Zoya shuddered violently. She was already in a mess and couldn't tell the specific situation of the two people in front of her.

From Yamon's attitude, he vaguely felt that Yamon was afraid of the person in front of him, and his appearance matched Yamon's description to his sister, so Zoya guessed that this person was Tavernaer whom Yamon had been looking for.

Then she panicked even more.

There is a kind of sadness that has just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

Tavernar looked at Yamon's joyful appearance, and once again looked at the sky silently in his heart.

Little fool, do you think people have the slightest plan to recognize you as a friend now?

"Do you think so, Zoya!" Yamon didn't hear Tavenar's voice, nor did he see the panic on Zoya's face, and went his own way.

Just when Tavernaar was about to say something to relieve Yamon's possible grief.

Zoya, who was behind Tavernar, managed to recover a little bit of her sanity after experiencing this level of shock, and squeezed out a very reluctant smile at them.

"Yes, yes, we are friends."

The voice trembled, but the words were clear.

Tavernall raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yes, the inspiration is high and the will is not low at the same time. No wonder the unprepared prayer just reached my ears when I ran away. Although there is a history of successful connection before, the probability is amplified invisibly.

After receiving the response, Yamon walked over happily and hugged Zoya's waist. Zoya's face turned blue and white, and it took him a while to control himself, and he didn't fall to the ground.

Zoya laughed with despair.

Tavenal once again raised his evaluation of Zoya, and then noticed Yamon's movements, and the more he looked at it, the more awkward he became.

It was very similar to the action of the ignorant Second Prince embracing his lover, whether it was in his demeanor or angle, it was full of a sense of sight.

"You..." She really couldn't tell where you went to school, she glanced to the side, quickly glanced at the "Book of Narratives", and found out what she wanted to know.

Very good, I learned it at a banquet when I was eating dinner, because she saw it.

Because the fog outside is also Tavernaar to some extent, and the "Book of Narratives" requires personal experience for those stories that give skills, so this time is the one it has recorded the most, almost all-round and multi-angle simultaneous .

Hmm... It feels like there's a loophole I can exploit.

Tavernall temporarily suppressed this idea, and many details have been connected in series, and it is time for this show to end.

Seeing that Tavernall seemed to be in a daze, Yamon hummed suspiciously, ran over and moved his face closer, "Tavernal, where are we going next?"

Tavernall slapped her on the forehead, "Clean up your mess before thinking about where to go."

She immediately looked back, "Come on, let's clarify what we need to say. You should be quite confused now. Besides, we are similar."

Yes, Zoya felt that her mind was about to be messed up. The outrageous things she encountered in the first 20 years of her life were not equal to the sum of these two days.

The elder brother who suffered from the erosion of consciousness was fine before leaving, the old viscount and his party who died suddenly when we saw each other, Yamen who thought he was an innocent little white flower, the prayer connection that was inexplicably connected to the wrong line, and the sudden death from the fog Condensed strangers...

If you want her to say, what are the cultists in my hometown? This is the true face of the mysterious world, okay?

Zoya, who deeply felt the magic of the real world, followed Tavernar without any struggle, step by step.

They returned to the warehouse, where the strange land mess was still intact, waiting for the arrival of the three of them.

Unsurprisingly, the smell of blood cannot fill most of the space, and every bite is full of sincerity.

Walking to the side of the scarlet circle, Ivan lay on the ground with a peaceful face.

Zoya didn't evade, and stared straight at her brother's body.

"First of all, Yamon will explain the process of the death of the family members."

Tavenal looked at Yamon who was starting to let go of his mind with no expression, and said in a cold voice.

Only then did Yamen come back to his senses, he let out an ah, nodded, and began to describe everything that happened after he came here.

"That's it, he lay down, and I grabbed this thing back." She showed the black booty, and the black figure writhed violently, as if it still hadn't given up struggling.

Ivan over there twitched his body, and silently used his own method to prove that he was not dead yet.

"It's your turn, you should know its origin." Tavernaar turned to Zoya.

Zoya took a deep breath, "This is a part of an evil god that our family has secretly enshrined a hundred years ago. If it has a body, it should be a mixture of wriggling pieces of flesh, which we call the body of a god."

"For a long time, our family has obtained strength through fusion with these divine bodies. Of course, not everyone can obtain fusion, that is, baptism. For example, I..."