I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"It was Stephen and I who purified her. This is Yashou's responsibility, in order to protect more people."

Phil propped his forehead and buried his face deeply in his palms.

Of course she knows this, but she doesn't know it. Now that she knows the truth, if she returns to Isabella...

If she asked herself about her parents' whereabouts again, what kind of tone should she answer her?

If I hadn't gone out running around at night in HL because I was hungry, this ridiculous thing wouldn't have happened.

And the cause of all this seems to come from a coin thrown on the sofa by someone who doesn't know.

"Klaus."

Following Stephen's call, the car stopped slowly, and Klaus looked out the window in response.

"Don't think about Phil, healing your body is the first task now, and we are here."

Pulled out of the car by Klaus, Phil followed behind him with his head down, and walked into the ancient building in front of him that seemed to have a sense of age.

The iron-clad door was slowly pushed open with the creaking sound of aging hinges, and there were many traces of filling on the musty wooden floor, as if it was often suffering some kind of catastrophe.

Kind of like a church place, but the chairs and all have been removed and piled up next to the stained-glass windows.

"It's coming, it's really on time, come in."

A voice that felt a little familiar to Phil came from the small door directly opposite the church hall, and she couldn't help but look up.

The door was closed tightly, but there was a bright white light coming through the crack of the door, casting a few light spots on the slightly dim floor of the church hall.

"Yes, Master." Klaus replied to the voice.

"Klaus, I'll wait for you outside, so I won't go in." Stephen seemed to be a bit resistant and followed Klaus to the room where the man was. After waving his hand, he turned and walked out, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it .

Are there any people who are afraid of Bantou?Seeing his embarrassed look, Phil was very curious.

And... Klaus' master?Who?

After searching hard in his mind for a long time, he still had no clue, so Phil could only follow Klaus first.

But the closer I got to that door, the more I felt like I was about to be in bad luck. This strange intuition made me feel particularly uneasy.

Phil couldn't help speeding up a few steps, following Klaus closely, hiding himself behind his broad ridge.As if this could resist the uneasiness brought to her by the door in front of her.

The sound of creaking wooden floors disturbed Phil, and she had to use willpower to endure her constant thirst for blood along the way, which was actually very hard work for her.

But fortunately, the distance is not far, just a dozen steps away.

The moment Klaus grabbed the doorknob, an accident happened——

Phil first stepped on the ground, crushed the patched wooden floor and got stuck with one foot, then the large wrought iron chandelier above his head suddenly rattled, and the overwhelmed deep moan of aging steel accompanied by the breaking of the chain With a loud bang, the chandelier broke free and was pulled squarely towards Phil's head by gravity.

This....

Phil subconsciously wanted to pull out his foot to avoid it, but he was stuck so tightly that he couldn't get out at all. Seeing the chandelier getting closer and closer to her, she couldn't do anything about it.

clang!

"Phil, are you okay?"

Phil, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, didn't feel the pain he should have. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up. The chandelier falling from the ceiling was being held by Klaus with one hand.

"Uh, no...nothing, thank you, Mr. Claus."

Boom!

The chandelier was thrown aside by Klaus, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

"Please don't pay attention to these things, they are all normal."

"How is this normal? Hey! It's obviously a trap specially set up to kill the intruders!"

Klaus seemed to scratch his hair in distress: "Uh, it's actually just an accident."

"Accident?!" Phil immediately rolled his eyes, and pointed to the tattered floor in other places. There were obvious traces of repairs on it. "Then how to explain these traces? It's also an accident?"

"...Yes." Klaus seemed to bury his head in his chest, "This has something to do with Master's special physique."

"Special physique...wait a minute, special physique?" Phil seemed to suddenly think of something, and the appearance of an uncle in a mustache and windbreaker flashed in his mind.

It can't be him...

"May I ask, Mr. Claus, what is your master's last name...?"

Before the words were finished, the lighted door was kicked open, and under Phil's horrified gaze, a gray windbreaker with slightly curly hair and a moustache swaggered away from inside. come out.

"Oh! Klaus, I heard the movement outside and came out to take a look, isn't he dead?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, your body is still so tough, who is this lovely guest today?" He hammered Klaus's chest with his hand, and looked at Gracefield who was stunned aside.

Klaus first pulled Phil out of the restraints on the floor, and then introduced: "Phil, this is my master, the Blood Realm Familiar Countermeasures Expert, Briz T. Abrams. "

"Master, this is Miss Gracefield."

Chapter 167 Treatment

"Oh! I heard from Klaus on the phone, can a human lady who can escape the control of a level 8 blood race by willpower? It's amazing!" Abrams came with a silly smile, and held out to Phil hands.

But the girl who met for the first time in front of her seemed to back away repeatedly as if she was afraid of herself, and swished behind Klaus.

Staring at his outstretched hand was like looking at a hot, red-hot soldering iron.

"Ah? Am I so scary?" Abrams withdrew his hand in surprise, and touched his cheek. "He's obviously much handsomer than Klaus!"

Is tm a matter of appearance? !Anyone who has known you knows that just staying by your side has a 90.00% chance of sudden death in an inexplicable accident!More than scary, this guy is simply the engine of causality destruction in a small-scale world!

Super lucky Abrams...it turns out he

He is really Klaus's master. I thought he was just called him casually.

Phil doesn't have a systematic super-strong luck protection now, and he has a fragile human body, so he really can't stand it.

If it wasn't for the "experienced" Klaus by his side just now, he might have just escaped from the death line and fell back again.

"Maybe I was frightened by the accident just now." Klaus thoughtfully protected Phil behind him, and smiled at Abrams, "Another chandelier fell just now."

Abrams scratched his head: "Well... this place should be repaired, but it was just reinforced a few weeks ago, so it shouldn't kill people anymore."

It turns out that he really killed someone a few weeks ago. Hey! !

Phil's eyes became even more frightened.

There is nothing to say about dying in the fight with the family members of the blood world, but she must not die in various traffic accidents and super weird accidents that have not been seen in hundreds of years like a fool, this is too lucrative!

Little brother, catch more.A former sword god got his feet stuck on the wooden floor and was hit by a hanging hanging from the top of his head.

But even if Phil was unwilling to do so, he had to admit that the guy in front of him was the only one who could cure his body at the moment.

Although his "super lucky" reputation will be known to Labra later, but the first thing that is known to the whole world is the title of "Blood World Dependent Countermeasure Expert".

He is also a veteran figure in the Yahun organization.

Walking into the gate that almost killed him just now, the layout inside looks like a dentist's clinic, which made Phil a little unresponsive.

She thought that the place to treat such super-abnormal symptoms should be a place with a sense of déjà vu, such as various surgical tables, candles, black velvet blankets, and magic circles drawn by blood everywhere.

The result....is this to use modern medical technology to treat yourself?

"Don't be nervous, Miss Phil, please lie down on the chair." When Phil looked back, he realized that Abrams had put on a white coat at some point, and put on disposable gloves and a mask. Standing up, he pulled the silicone gloves and made a light snap.

"Is it really okay... I won't be crushed to death on this chair again by the sudden collapse of the ceiling?"

Phil moved his feet unhappily and put himself on the operating chair.

"No problem, I've dealt with at least a few hundred guys in that situation!" Abrams' confident voice came, giving Phil some comfort.

click!

"Hey, do you need to fix your hands and feet?"

"Because it might hurt a little, it's necessary for your safety and mine," Abrams replied.

"Mr. Claus?!" As Phil's own neck was firmly fixed on the chair, she suddenly found that Claus stood up facing the wall as if he couldn't bear to watch.

Although the boss's dumbfounded appearance is cute, but this kind of reaction made me a little flustered!

"Is it really all right, Mr Breeze?"

The sound of clattering metal knives came from the tray, and Abrams nodded, "Of course!"

"Then let me ask by the way... have all the hundreds of patients you dealt with recovered?"

Phil's voice was a little emboldened.

"Patients? When did I say I've dealt with hundreds of patients?"

"Eh? Then just now..."

"Oh! I mean, hundreds of people have already been crushed to death on this chair by the sudden collapse of the ceiling. It's just a small accident. Please don't worry about it, Miss Phil."

"Put me down!! I won't do it! Let me die!!"

"Don't move around, Miss Phil, hey... Klaus! Come and help!"

Facing the wall, Klaus shrank his shoulders and raised his fingers to block his ears.

"Forgive me..."

"Ya da ya da ya da!!" Phil was still struggling on the operating table, looking at the dark ceiling in front of him in horror. red to black....

"Klaus!!"

“…”

call--

Stephen, who was squatting at the door smoking a cigarette, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, looked up at the foggy sky of the city in front of him, and sighed softly as if he was helpless.

"Hey, when will this kind of day be the end..."

......

Back in the operating room, Phil is now wrapped around his mouth with duct tape, unable to make a sound, staring in horror at Abrams who is sharpening his knife at him in front of him, his limbs, neck and waist are all Tightly bound by a three-finger-wide cowhide strap, he couldn't move even a tiny bit of his body.

"Hey, so what I said just now was just a joke with you, why are you so scared?" Abrams seemed to be smiling kindly, but Phil always felt that he was not joking at all.

I want to say why, because this is Helsharemz Rott now...

"Uh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" (Pure tm fart! If it's really the first time I see you, I've seen this kind of thing more than once with my own eyes. The old man is very bad, I believe You bastard!)

"Uh-uh

Uh-huh! ! "(Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Zabu and Little Angel Leo who are covered with scars!)

"Ah, what? Are you ready to start impatiently! Right now!" Abrams exaggeratedly listened to Phil's whining sound from his mouth being covered by tape, and nodded.

"Woooooo!!" (What kind of enterprise-level understanding are you! Put me down!)

"You don't even need to take anesthesia? Well, you can save part of the anesthesia fee."

"Woo?!" (I hit your lungs!)

Klaus on the side finally couldn't listen anymore, turned his head and said weakly to his master who likes to mess with people but didn't know it at all: "Master...Phil is also my friend. Look... "

Abrams stopped the cross-server conversation with the girl on the operating table, and said with a smile: "I know, I know, don't worry about Klaus, I'm just adjusting the tense atmosphere!"

(You obviously made me more nervous!) Phil screamed in his heart.

"Next, get serious..."

But then, Abrams' eyes and tone suddenly changed, making Phil feel strange as if he was a different person.

There was so much confidence and seriousness in it that Phil suddenly became quiet on the operating table, as if he was impressed by his energy.

Unlike the shadowless lamp, the light source on the Abrams operating table is a mirror with a circle of light....

Pulling it aside and seeing Phil reflected in the mirror, Abrams finally took a deep breath, picked up the sharp scalpel, and probed towards Phil's beating heart hanging in the mirror.

Chapter 168 The Beginning

Abrams is right, the process of undergoing reverse therapy is indeed painful.