After a hard day's work, William closed the bar. After cleaning up, he dragged his tired body out of the bar door and rushed to where he slept.
"I'm almost exhausted..."
"Perhaps I should apply to the boss to let me sleep in the bar, so that I can return the rental house and save a lot of accommodation fees..."
"Bah bah...I'm almost dead, and I'm still thinking about this? The boss said...he will keep an eye on me, right?"
At this time, William had already entered an alley.
If his divination skills are high enough, he will find that the alley he is in is very similar to the background that Aaron saw in his divination...
Whoosh!
The cold wind is desolate.
William, who was walking, couldn't help but wrap up his clothes tightly.
Just then, he heard some special noise in the darkness!
William couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched the dagger hidden in his waist.
puff!
The next moment, he felt a cold wind blowing past him, his lower back was hit hard, and he felt a sharp tearing pain.
What's even more frightening is that the vitality of life seems to be drained from that wound.
when!
The dagger in William's hand fell to the ground, and he fell into a pool of blood.
A gentleman wearing a white suit, as if he was going to a banquet, suddenly stood next to him, it was 'Quentin'!
At this time, he was greedily licking the blood on his weapon: "Is this the blood of Sotos? The unique taste and flavor is full of mystery... It's really wonderful."
Quentin looked at William and showed a sarcastic smile: "Your behavior in the past few days has confused me. You have neither tried to escape nor asked for help... I even suspected that there was a trap around you, but now it is confirmed and
No... tell me, have you been gnawed at your brain by madness and fear?"
'No...I asked for help, the boss said he would keep an eye on me...'
William's lips moved and his pupils gradually dilated.
"Don't worry... you won't die. I just injected some anesthetic." Quentin lowered his body and said: "There are many members in the Blood Club waiting for your dedication, dear Mr. Ingredient!"
"Well, if I want to cook you, I need to go through a procedure to put you in a state of near death and extract the spirituality of the 'Tower' from your body... How about making a mushroom sauce? Although the spirituality of your 'Tower'
It is extremely poisonous to some Beyonders, but some members who are both 'Red' and 'Tower' still like it very much... They even suggested eating you alive, but this barbaric behavior was naturally rejected by me. It is okay to eat alone.
Not a good habit!"
As Quentin spoke, he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands elegantly.
Whoosh!
At this moment, another gust of cold wind blew by, blowing up the crumbs of newspapers on the ground and swirling them beautifully.
Quentin's expression changed wildly!
His spirituality is already warning of great danger!
"who?"
Quentin looked around vigilantly, but did not find any uninvited guests that disturbed his hunting pleasure. However, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead, and he was holding a high-level talisman tightly in his hand.
"Giggle..."
A thin voice sounded.
Quentin looked at the source of the sound and realized it was William lying on the ground. His teeth were rubbing together unconsciously, making a rattling sound...
A strange scene appeared. William's expression gradually became numb, his body twitched involuntarily, and suddenly he stood up without bending his legs, like a puppet being manipulated.
Even the blood on the ground is quickly flowing back to the wound, causing the injury to heal quickly.
"Possessed by a evil spirit?!"
Quentin quickly understood this scene: "Is it the breath of blood that attracts the undead? But this one... seems to be a bit high... How could the General Bureau of Investigation allow a spirit of this level to be in Pulmouth?"
Wandering on the streets?”
At this time, William's eyes had been closed. When he opened them again, they looked like two bright purple gems in the dark night.
The cold aura belonging to evil spirits gradually spread to the surrounding areas, covering the ground with a layer of frost.
"It's an evil spirit!"
Quentin screamed strangely, recited a spell quickly, threw the spell, turned around and ran away!
Even the trump card he prepared cannot fight against an inhuman existence!
After releasing the spell, Quentin didn't even look back. The muscles in his legs swelled rapidly and he ran like a desperate man.
'The purple eyes...are they the evil spirit of Sothos? Damn it...descendants of such a big family really have a life-saving card...'
Quentin ran like the wind and arrived at the end of the alley in the blink of an eye, where he could see streets paved with tiles and bright lights.
He has decided that he will run to the street and shout to attract attention, even if he is arrested and sent to the investigation bureau!
If you are arrested and taken to the investigation bureau, you still have a chance of rescue through your connections with the club. But if you are caught by the evil spirit, you will really die!
Bang!
Quentin, who was running rapidly, felt himself hit a hard wall. Severe pain came from him, and his nose bones seemed to be broken.
Being bounced back to the ground, he ignored the pain and looked at the entrance of the alleyway that originally led to freedom, only to find that a layer of transparent insects gradually emerged, and then overwhelming black beetles surrounded him.
Black beetles fell one after another, and the surrounding environment also changed.
It seemed that everything he experienced was an illusion created by this insect!
"ah!"
Quentin roared and fought hard, but his skin was bitten open by black demon bugs, and he screamed in agony.
The sound waves fell on the surrounding camouflaged insect walls, as if they were absorbed, and the sounds from the outside were extremely faint.
In the end, one after another the puppet bugs landed on Quentin, causing him to completely lose his mobility. Only his face could barely move, and he stared at William walking towards him.
'How can an evil spirit control a bug? Unless... this is not an evil spirit, but an extraordinary person?'
'Behind William, is there another inhuman being?'
Quentin cursed the 'Death Blood' secretly. There was such a big flaw in the intelligence, and he was almost deliberately trying to kill himself!
The zombie-like William came to Quentin and said in a dry voice: "Why did you deliberately frame William? Give me an accurate name!"
Quentin thought a lot for a moment, and finally spit out a name: "Raphael Sauron belongs directly to the 'Death Blood' hunting team, and their leader is Loveman Sauron... Your Excellency,
I am a member of the Blood Club and I am willing to serve you!"
"No matter how big the background of the Blood Club is, what does it have to do with me? Do you want to use it to intimidate me?"
Aaron sneered and put his palm on Quentin's head. A cold, dead breath suddenly spread: "I just need you as a divination material..."
After a while, a creepy gnawing sound could be heard quietly in the alley.
"Feeding him into Roberts' magic worm box can save a lot of food. After all, I still make a profit..."
Aaron possessed William and walked out of the alley, recalling the divination information.