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, and they were so hard that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and he stuttered when he spoke.
Not only because of fear, but also because it was the first time in his life that he encountered a direct attack on the soul level.
Under the extremely fast thinking of human beings, when thinking and action are separated, the time in the spirit state seems to be normal, and the time in the outside world is as if the [Slow Down] button has been pressed.
What was displayed in front of him was a simple cabinet.
From a distance, it looks like an ordinary wooden cabinet.
After taking a closer look, I immediately noticed two big eyes, one gold and one black, embossed on the cabinet door.
Those are [Eye of Light] and [Eye of Night]!
Mark's soul seemed to have been struck by thunder, and a heart palpitation so strong that he couldn't suppress it surged out from the depths of his soul.
‘He’ knows this cabinet!
The memory is too long ago. It happened when Mark Destiny was still in his hometown...
"Boom! Boom! Boom——"
A violent knocking sound came from the door of the wooden cabinet. Along with the knocking, there was a small pattering sound, which sounded like a nest of venomous snakes gently spitting out their seeds.
Just a few sounds made Mark's hair stand on end, with the hair on his body standing on end and his heart pounding wildly.
After the initial panic, Mark was relieved.
This is not his memory, it is the memory of that damn Mark!
In the fragmented memories, the dead Mark screamed, holding his head in his hands, huddled in the corner of the closed room with the doors and windows closed, shouting.
"I finally understand why there is no big wardrobe in the original owner's room. But, what does this have to do with me, whose surname is Ma Ke?" After sneering in his heart, a certain time traveler quickly calmed down. He silently threw 20
Face the dice, and imagine in your mind that your action is 'after being frightened, turn around and run away'.
The 20-sided dice rolled and turned many times in my mind, and finally stopped at the number [1].
Mark's mouth made a "click" sound.
Sure enough, can we just open the door?
He rolled the dice again, and this time, he was not disappointed. The number revealed was the full value [20]!
With the next breath, his body regained its freedom and was no longer in that restrained state.
He stretched out his hands and pulled her from a distance.
A pair of big blue energy hands that looked exactly like his palms appeared out of thin air, pulled the doorknob, and opened the cabinet door.
Three beings with rotting bodies swooped out...
If Mark was right in front of the cabinet door, he would be hit by anything he said, but at this moment he was a full five meters away from the cabinet door.
Three zombies pounced on Loneliness.
At the same time, the muzzle of the revolver lit up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three shots and three headshots!
In reality, Mark may be constrained by his physical condition, but in the soul vision, it is a different matter. His movements are as fast as his imagination is, just like when he plays a shooting game.
Mark dispatched the three zombies so neatly and neatly that he seemed to have confused the attackers as well.
It's a pity that it ends here.
More psychedelic clouds and mist poured out from around his feet, and the mist quickly turned into black, and then formed eight sharp claws that firmly grasped his body.
The black mist billows and billows, and human faces appear one after another, only to disappear again, over and over again.
Mark's pupils suddenly shrank, and he recognized Dorothy and other women among the faces in the smoke. The more his body struggled, the stronger the power came from the smoke. Within a moment, most of his body was covered with blood.
He was dragged into the mound-like cloud of smoke, leaving only the parts above his neck exposed.
As if he was sure that Mark was completely restrained, finally, a very familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Garyon...Captain!?" Mark's eyes widened.
"Surprise? Unexpected?" The translucent Galian in front of him seemed to be in a spirit state. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the muscles on his face were slightly twitching, and the look of excitement and fanaticism in his eyes could not be hidden from others.
The handsome and sunny guy suddenly turned into a villain with big eyes and four words written on his face:
The evil plot succeeded!
Mark was extremely speechless: Please, Mr. Captain! I asked you to protect me and catch the murderer by the way, not to be the murderer!
Mark finally knew why the dice would give the number [12] after he made the decision to be a bait that day. This was simply a hint to him that the beginning and result were good, but the process was unreliable.
"Why... you?"
"Why can't it be me?" Galian's face was full of a winner's smile: "Let me introduce these three, they are your companions..."
Mark immediately realized that these three zombies were Pence Dupont and the others: "You..."
Galian held his face with one hand, revealing his bloodshot eyeballs between his separated index and middle fingers, and let out a burst of sick laughter: "Huhu! Haha! Haha! Wahahahahahaha!"
"..."
Gallian laughed wildly and wantonly, and the clear hatred, as if a great revenge had been avenged, poured out unreservedly from his laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
He laughed for two full 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 have offended me! You have offended me!" Galian shook the index finger of his left hand vigorously, raised his chin high, and his eyes looking down from a bird's eye view were full of hatred and disdain: "You...
His handsome face is the original sin——"
Immediately afterwards, Galian, whose veins were exposed and who kept waving his arms angrily, let out a continuous roar like a machine gun!
"Why are you handsomer than me?"
"Why should the sunshine boy be cast aside?"
"How come a pretty boy like you can easily win the favor of a noble lady?"
"Why do these losers have a better future than me just because they were born into better families?"
"How come I have worked hard for ten years at the bottom and risked losing control of my power, but the most I can do in my life is to be the captain of the Night Watch?"
"Why? Why -"
The scream was hoarse, sharp and ear-piercing, with a pathological roar of one hundred decibels, echoing throughout the entire soul space, shaking Mark's soul.
After a long time, Mark squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "If you work hard..."
"Fart! In the entire Saint Leiden region of 300,000 square miles, there are only 18 surnames in the upper echelons of the Church of Light and Night! 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 hierarchy in the church would be so solidified.
After a full twenty seconds, he sighed quietly: "Is this [jealousy]? But it's useless even if you kill me."
"No, it's useful! Very useful!" Galian's eyelids were twitching wildly: "You are not a core member of the [Jealousy] Church, of course you don't know... the ultimate transcendent from the [Good] camp, as long as you achieve
By completing the conditions of the promotion ceremony perfectly, you can transfer your extraordinary sequence, perfectly integrate your soul into the target's soul, successfully replace the target's identity, and inherit his wealth, status, power, and... women."
"How is this possible?" Mark's eyes widened in disbelief again.
"Of course high-level extraordinary beings can't do it. 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 Religion won't be able to find the flaw. Hahahahaha!"
Mark's eyes were wandering.
It’s an exaggeration to think about it. No wonder the cultists have been unable to be eradicated for so many centuries. It turns out that they have already infiltrated into the orthodox church to play the role of Infernal Affairs!
Sure enough, the "weirdness" of this world far exceeded his imagination!
Galian walked up and patted Mark's face with his hands unscrupulously: "If I had known that your soul strength was so low, I would have invaded directly. I didn't have to go through such trouble and play horror stories with your woman. But don't worry,
I will devour your memory, and then take good care of the women who admire you."
Mark's dull eyes looked full of disbelief, which made Gallian feel very accomplished.
"Hahahaha! This is your last scene, why? Don't you scream? Don't cry? Don't you try to beg me? Maybe I will be kind enough to allow you to keep a small piece of the flame of your soul and continue.
Stay in this world."
Gallian was laughing wildly.
Smiling and laughing, he couldn't stop laughing.
Because Mark also smiled, very brightly.
This made Galian very unhappy: "Why are you laughing?"
"No, I just remembered some happy things."
Galian's expression changed, he looked like a fierce ghost, and shouted: "Weak people are not qualified to enjoy joy and happiness!"
"Yes, I am very weak! I am so weak that you, the captain of the extraordinary team, can't even look down on me. However, it is precisely because I am weak that I must let everyone be the bait in this game where I am the bait.
The hidden probabilities have all come into play!”
This time it was Galian's turn to look in disbelief, and suddenly said sharply: "Are you trying to trick me!?"
"No! I'm actually... really scared." Mark vibratoed, but the next second, that smile that looked like melting snow in spring was quite eye-catching no matter how you looked at it: "I'm sorry! I was just pretending!"
Gallian felt a strong sense of crisis that almost burst his heart. Just when he was about to do something to Mark, clear and eerie music from a music box suddenly sounded behind Gallian.
"Ding ding... ding ding..."
Even though he was also a spirit body, Gallian's neck turned slowly and slowly like an almost rusty mechanical gear.
Finally, a petite puppet wearing a white ballet costume with a broken body broke into his field of vision.
