Chapter four hundred and forty-ninth human skin shadow
The pale yellow mist floating on the street is gathering more and more, covering up the low stone and wood buildings and the neatly arranged red brick bungalows. Only the rhythmic orange-red lights swaying in the window bars can be roughly seen.
The earth expands or contracts, following the glimmer of light flashing on various mirrors, all the way east.
The "flame jump" followed the "mirror flash", and under the guidance of spiritual intuition, it stopped in front of an ordinary house at the junction of the East District and Backlund Bridge District.
The illusory figure of "Resentful Soul" sprang out of the mirror, illusory and erratic under the distortion of the light, and then an orange-red spark exploded. Klein strode out of the flames and tightened his clothes, his eyes suddenly stopped.
Sharon moved and looked in the direction of her gaze - a dark and calm room behind the window.
"What happened?"
"Maric, you're not in the room." Sharon replied simply.
Looking away from the brick-red second floor of the building next to his feet, Klein turned his hand, took out a coin and tossed it up.
"There is a certain risk, but not great."
Touching the mechanism of the "Chain Blade Cane" with his fingers, Klein put away the gold coins and said.
Although gold coin divination cannot give as accurate results as the pendulum, with the improvement of Klein's sequence and the assistance of the "substitute", fairly accurate revelations can often be obtained.
Sharon's light blue eyes darkened a little, "The information from the spiritual world is very vague."
The information in the spiritual world is very vague... I remember that "devils" can predict dangers to themselves in advance, so correspondingly, they should also be able to shield others from divination and prying eyes through ritual magic or other means, just like
Just like Miss Sharon can use the "Wraith Spirit" state to interfere with my divination.
Klein quickly processed the existing information, tilted his head and asked:
"Has this place been exposed before?"
"No." Sharon's expression remained unchanged.
It's hard to say without being exposed... Klein's fingers unconsciously touched the wrist wrapped with the pendulum's silver chain, and wanted to ask Sharon again if she was carrying any items that were related to Maric.
, wait until Maric's current situation is confirmed before deciding whether to take action.
But before he could untie the chain, a strong spiritual warning rushed straight into his brain. Klein almost followed the "clown's" instinct, exerted force on his waist and abdomen and twisted sideways and backwards, and his relaxed arms immediately tightened.
, reaching towards the waist and armpits respectively.
At the same time, Sharon, who was still floating in the air as a spirit, also focused her eyes, and the illusory colors instantly faded to almost transparency, blending into the mirror behind her.
boom!
Blood-red floating flames wrapped around the orange-red sulfur fireball and surged forward, and the scalding temperature instantly sealed the surroundings of Klein from three different directions.
If they were alive, they strangely deviated from their original trajectory. They suddenly turned around the moment Klein avoided them and pointed directly at the tense-faced "magician" again.
Oops, the side effect of the "substitute" is the fear of flames... Before the thin flame tongue of the fireball even sticks to his skin, Klein can already feel the severe burning pain. He narrows his eyes slightly and looks to both sides with his peripheral vision.
He glanced away and finally stopped behind a full-length mirror floating in the air.
Boom!
The fireball mixed with sulfur and gravel exploded in the almost airtight room. The violent shock wave hit the whole house and shook it slightly. Residents who were enjoying dinner rushed out of the door in panic and ran into the foggy streets.
Then he looked back over and over nervously, and finally ran towards the police station with a look of horror on his face.
The pungent smell of sulfur filled the room. Ashes and carbonized wood fragments were floating in the room. Half of the full-length mirror with a golden frame was broken and stained black, and its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
brush!
As the breeze blew, a paper figure that was also stained with burn marks, huddled behind the full-length mirror, shook a few times and swelled into the form of Klein, whose double-breasted coat had been burned beyond recognition.
"Squat down."
Before Klein could even take a breath, Sharon's cold and ethereal voice came through the full-length mirror with an exaggerated crack.
The house that had just been suffocated by the explosion began to become gloomy at some point. The transparent and pale hands of the "Resentful Soul" stretched out from the mirror. Sharon, who was meticulous in her black and complicated palace skirt, waved her hands outward, and a cold wind blew out.
It swept every corner of the room.
Is this the strange spirit that Maric once encountered?
No, ghosts can't create brimstone fireballs. Is there a "demon" hiding in the dark controlling these ghosts?
After patting the dust on his knees, Klein pulled out the chain blade with his backhand and quickly loaded the "Revolver of Attachment". He stood diagonally behind Sharon and watched as the cold wind swept by, one by one revealing their figures, in various forms.
Such a strange ghost, a faint white light suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand.
He searched for the individual who was still hidden in the perspective of the spiritual line, and then locked his sight on the room where Maric was supposed to be waiting, and then moved directly above his head.
"above!"
At the same time as the spiritual warning sounded, Klein exerted force on his feet, swung his right hand holding the chain blade back, and struck a ghost that was still shocked by Sharon and could not move. His body curled up in mid-air and rolled towards the room.
corner.
The unimaginable flames melted the roof of the simple steel frame structure. A pair of blood-red eyes penetrated the obstruction of the dark brown fog and looked at Sharon, who was still in the spirit state.
The edges were red-hot, and the incomplete Steel Dongdong fell to the floor, creating large craters. With a calm expression, Sharon let the steel bars and gravel pass through her body, her mouth slightly opened, and she looked at the existence that was looking at her.
There was a scream.
The breath of fire and the scream collided in the air, competing with each other.
The giant demon dog stared at the "resentful soul" with a crimson moon appearing on its chest at some point. The tail ends of its open jaws turned up, evoking a ferocious and weird laugh.
winter!
As a heavy heartbeat sounded, the deadlock was broken.
The thick cone-shaped flames instantly doubled in size, and the already reluctant screams were immediately suppressed. The flamboyant tongues of fire persisted and scratched forward across the mixed spiritual sound waves, and the hot temperature of the flames burned Sharon's delicate and pale face.
It showed a warm red color.
The giant dog that had completely gained the upper hand climbed up the hole opened by him, not caring about the high temperature that had not yet dropped, pressing forward step by step, teasingly looking at the prey that was almost in the bag, and the exaggerated opening and closing of its jaws faintly changed.
get bigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Unfortunately, the giant dog, which was about to expand its breath again, suddenly felt a stiffness in its joints, and then several painless black flames hit its adjacent dark purple armor, and the curse materialized at the moment of contact with the target.
Exploded and scattered into pieces.
Although these attacks did not cause any effective damage to the Demonic Giant Dog, they did interrupt its attacks.
Sharon, who lost the pressure, seized the opportunity, and the screams that were originally suppressed and flinched returned exponentially, and the malicious sound waves were like a pair of giant hands, pushing the demon dog back several times.
The dark wind rose again, whining all around. After doing all this, Sharon's face became even paler before she took the time to look at the place where Klein had just rolled.
She watched as blood oozed from her eyes, and her light blue eyes wavered slightly.
"Be careful, that 'devil' has a certain divinity in his body!"
With blood in front of his eyes, Klein endured the pain and relied on his inspiration to sweep the chain blade and bullets in several directions, defeating the ghosts who tried to get closer.
The moment he manipulated the demon giant dog's spiritual thread, he suddenly felt a fear that made him crawl, but before he could give up, intense pain surged from his internal organs, and his eyes that maintained the perspective of the spiritual thread became even more intense.
He was so tortured that he was almost blind.
The last time he encountered a similar situation, he was looking directly at Lanreus who had stolen part of his divinity from the true Creator.
"It's not a demigod."
A stream of coldness traveled to Klein's side, and Sharon, who had escaped from the illusion, continued to control the airflow to disperse the ghosts, and said to Klein.
She originally tried to compete with the "demon" for control of the ghost, but the moment she spread her spirituality, she suddenly realized that even with the protection of the "Crimson Crown", she could not shake the spread of the "demon"
Every bit of influence is just a waste of spiritual energy.
"leave here."
Trying again to no avail, Sharon whispered as she gathered the dark wind to resist the screams of the ghosts around her, and then she was about to flash the mirror, only to find that Klein, whose eyes were still blood red, was still standing there, and instead pointed the revolver at a creature with a body like
A weird spiritual body that surges like melted wax.
He smiled self-deprecatingly.
"There is sulfur gas everywhere in the room. The 'Wraith' shouldn't be able to avoid a large-scale explosion, right?"
If you try "flame jumping" here, it will only make the whole house explode into the sky!
Looking at Klein, Sharon did not respond. The gathered cold wind spread again, then immediately condensed into thorns and blasted out towards the window on the wall of the room.
There were frequent, tooth-aching creaking sounds, and the wooden window frame flew outwards under the impact of the airflow. The window that could only be used by one person to browse was squeezed open to the size of a door leaf.
Klein, who was already basically familiar with the "Wraith Soul" combat method, immediately understood Miss Sharon's intention. The sharp chain attached to the flame rotated with his wrist, like a python hunting, beating the air, turning into a constantly rotating circle of flames, layer upon layer.
Stack up and gradually move closer to the circular channel.
The floating flames similar to the "demon" sulfur flames confused the ghost's judgment. The piercing screams stopped a lot, and they all retreated away from the flames.
Before his vision could be restored, Klein, who relied entirely on inspiration and intuition, ran quickly, with Sharon, whose body was illusory and translucent, closely by his side, and they jumped out of the almost collapsed second-story building.
One of the two disappeared, and the other rolled dexterously. He pulled the revolver trigger in his hand, and the bullet left a circle of bullet marks on the sewer manhole cover. Then, with a slight touch of the chain blade, the manhole cover completely shattered, leaving the way to the sewer.
Entrance.
The sulfur flames continued to burn the steel bars protruding from the masonry, and the giant demon dog slowly walked out of the shadows. Its blood-red eyes stared at the direction where the "revenant soul" left, sniffed, and all kinds of ghosts behind him immediately took action.
, poured into the sewer entrance like a tide.
Its original target was not the thin monkey with very strange abilities, and recalling the terrifying ability that could interfere with itself and trigger the "devil" characteristics in the body, the giant dog almost didn't think about it and handed over the task of chasing the "thin monkey"
A ghostly cannon fodder with little intelligence.
This is also one of the reasons why it no longer takes the initiative to attack after being repulsed by the screams of the "Wraith Spirit".
Among the ghosts it controls, there is no shortage of weak and medium-level types, and it is quite certain that it can catch up with the Extraordinary who is in poor condition.
As for the "resentful soul"... The giant dog grinned ferociously, and its huge body covered in scales suddenly dissolved, turning into a pool of viscous shadow water that flowed in another direction leading to the sewer.
At the end of the two people's escape, the giant dog deliberately amplified the two people's inner feelings of helping each other. This seemingly harmless treatment often does not make people alert, so it can better lurk in their thoughts, and at the critical moment
time swaying their decisions.
I don’t necessarily have to take the initiative to look for the “revengeful soul”, she will come by herself...
...
Sweat mixed with blood slid down his face. Klein struggled to control his balance as he ran quickly in the sewer. From time to time, he would stop and stand for a while, relying on his spiritual intuition to determine the direction.
Going into the sewer didn't make his situation any safer.
On the contrary, the dark environment and the coldness caused by nature paralyzed his judgment. Although his spiritual intuition kept warning the police, he still could not determine the specific location of the ghost.
Getting closer... Within the sight of the damaged spiritual body line, Klein, whose brain was suffering from burning pain, gently smacked his tongue, flipped the chain blade dexterously with his right hand, and looked at a line that was gradually approaching him.
of illusory threads.
The spirit body didn't seem to have complex thinking abilities, but acted by instinct imprinted in its characteristics.
Klein "watched" the spirit body with a surface that looked like melted wax oil. He watched it stop at a position outside his normal visual range. The slightly yellowish translucent substance on the surface of the body squirmed rapidly, and the melted wax oil squirted.
It stretched and contracted, roughly forming a human shape. After stagnating for a few seconds, it continued its own project, and finally transformed into a pale and delicate lady in a black dress.
Miss Sharon!
Is this the so-called human skin shadow?
After changing the form, you can't even use your own spiritual body at the same time. This imitation of the "Wraith Soul" is too unprofessional.
Klein "visually" watched the figure who looked the same as Sharon gradually approaching him, a helpless smile appeared at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, sighed slightly, and twitched the chain-blade whip vigorously.
Raging flames streaked across the location where the spirit body originally existed. Klein used his free hand to pull the revolver trigger, looked at the location where the illusory thread reappeared, and fired a few blind shots.
Looking at "Miss Sharon" who was swallowed by the black flames, her pale and delicate face shrank in pain, her complicated long dress squirming and melting, Klein, who had mastered the thread of the spirit body, closed his chain blade, ignoring "Miss Sharon's" fierce attack
With struggling and pleading eyes, he inserted the blade of the knife into the white hair under his neck with a wry smile.
"It's a good thing you didn't imitate Melissa or Benson, otherwise you might have really shocked me."
"And the most taboo thing about playing a character is OOC."
With his eyes still slightly stained with blood, he opened his eyes. Klein felt the vision of Mohu, and looked at the blade that was submerged in snow-white and stirred up a colorful translucent "wax oil". He bent his right hand and instantly cut the blade.
"Miss Sharon", who was turned sideways and still struggling with her limbs, was also twitching and limp, and her light blue eyes lost focus.
The mimicry made by the human skin shadow finally could not be maintained, and turned into a puddle of translucent viscosity that slid along the blade and fell to the ground, mixing with the filth in the sewer.
Looking at the other ghosts slowly gathering nearby, Klein couldn't help laughing at himself:
"'Secret' said that the opportunity to obtain potion materials turned out to be like this, maybe..."
"Is this also one of the extraordinary characteristics aggregation laws?"