In the blood-stained river, a figure slowly crawled out.
For some reason, Lumian seemed to have been shocked, his thoughts became sluggish, and he did not launch an attack immediately. He watched the figure climb to the shore.
It was a strange man with a stiff and gloomy face. The clothes on his body were soaked in water and showed signs of softening. Lumian immediately discovered that they were fused with flesh and blood.
This is a wax figure, a wax figure that has come alive!
Drops of bright red blood overflowed from the body of the wax figure, which mixed with the falling river water and kept hitting the weeds on the bank.
Amidst the ticking sound, the light blue eyes of the wax figure rotated slightly within the white base, vaguely reflecting Lumian's figure.
Just by being looked at by it, Lumian's mind went blank, as if he refused to look at it, and encountered strong suppression, and neither body nor mind dared to resist.
In an instant, the dangerous intuition stemming from the survival instinct emerged in Lumian's mind, becoming more and more obvious.
Finally, they broke out completely and overwhelmed other emotions and states.
Lumian's vision suddenly recovered.
If I had escaped the shock in time, the blow would have penetrated my skull and penetrated my cerebellum.
Two reddish tears formed quickly in the corners of its eyes and slid upwards.
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"Now you have confirmed one thing." Puyver Wenming's expression quickly became serious, "This ancestor of the Sauron family is not Fermonda Sauron. Is he really dead? I'll pay you back."
I am living in an incomprehensible state for the time being.”
After about ten to seventy seconds of being turned on, the wax statue suddenly stopped, and an illusory explosion sounded from its body.
I mean, ordinary people who have suffered from the strange pollution in the building at No. 13 Market Lane? Even if there is no breath of the "Blood Emperor", this crazy spirit will invade you. A full member of the "Iron Blood Cross" too?
If he knew whether it was true or false, would he try it? Gardner suddenly had no intention of inciting Puyver Martin to play the King Cake game with Count Lumian.
"You're bad if you're alive!" The smile on Gardner's face became even more obvious.
If I feel my intention and act aggressively, Gardner will immediately "invite" Mr. K to come over and jointly eliminate the "Iron Cross" stronghold.
It cracked into very few pieces, and each piece showed a low degree of melting.
On Gardner's ultra-low-frequency attacks, the "Desire Detonation" effect of the "Torture" gloves was triggered!
The bad image of the other party is still alive to a certain extent, without strong, own emotions and desires!
Gardner delayed any longer, turned around, and walked towards the woods.
Charles Dubois is even more mysterious and weak than I expected!
The sculpture of this human head is different from that of a real person. The eyes are light blue and the hair is white.
Seeing that scene, Wen Ming retracted his fists first and quietly looked at the wax figure's blood-red eyes with joy.
In a room with many bookshelves, Gardner looked at Puyver Wenming, who was holding a cigar in his hand, and said calmly:
At the same time, I smiled on my face and held my left palm inward. Relying on the barrier of flesh and blood, I blocked the retraction of the wax statue's left hand, temporarily imprisoning its dodge.
While waiting audibly, Count Lumian didn't seem a bit anxious. He pulled his collar from time to time, changed his sitting position, and even unbuttoned the bottom button of his shirt. It was like the air around me was thinning, making me feel so smooth.
Same as breathing.
The capillaries in its eyes exploded completely, dyeing the light blue into bright red, and cracks appeared on its head from the inside out, connected with the scars caused by "torture".
That's just to hide it from the elders.
If it hadn't been for the strange shock he had just encountered, Gardner would have taken off the gloves, thrown them aside, and replaced them with the "decent" brooch. But now, with the enemy so close behind, I can only make do with "torture".
, but the focus has become "injecting fire", and even the "Humph Technique" is dared to be used, fearing that it will not be effective on similar things.
Even if I am, so are the secret forces behind me!
The wax figure opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
The weeds outside gradually grew thicker, and a figure in a white robe was slowly outlined.
Sometimes I stepped back with my feet and sometimes raised my knees to deal with the attacks from above.
Gardner used a very candid attitude to select king cakes in front of Count Lumian, but he felt the crazy spirit hovering and tried to invade the end. He talked about it until he used "fire" to blow up and melt the wax statue, and displayed it.
He covered the wounds on his hands and face.
Then every punch is considered a very weak force, and what is needed is not a "low frequency"!
In front of my back, streaks of red flames jumped, burning my dripping blood.
"You were attacked."
Lumian stood up in shock, his pupils instantly narrowing.
That makes it more vivid and more like a living person than it was later.
In order to avoid the gaze of the evil god and the safety creatures brought about by the "torture" gloves, I directly moved my position and "teleported" to the big town behind.
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Streams of red flames burst out from these places, completely igniting the wax statue.
There was a dull explosion inside its body, and exaggerated wounds were opened all over its body.
"Inject fire"!
That was exactly what Gardner wanted. My iron-white gloves with short thorns were wrapped in red flames. With a quick and short blow, I collided with the wax figure's arms, arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head.
With.
"Desire Explodes"!
Gardner "teleported" to the front of the big town in the rear and did not show up immediately. Instead, he stayed in the dark and silently counted the time.
Rumble!
During that process, I picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back.
"Huh?" Puyver Martin expressed his doubts with a nasal voice.
With a banging sound, the pale fingers that were sharper than daggers were blocked by the iron-white "torture" gloves with short spikes.
Where it was blocked by the gloves, the wax figure's fingers penetrated the edge of Gardner's palm, leaving an obvious scar on my face.
Wen Ming first chose to "torture" the glove because it was his weakest magical item, and the enemy was a safe creature that Thermipolos said, so he could not be careful at all, but what I had thought of was,
The stalker is not a living person, but a wax figure.
"Moon Man" turned his attention to the blood-stained wax figure that had completely melted, watching the red flames dancing quietly outside.
This is a place that I have been investigating for a long time and have mastered the coordinates of the spiritual world.
At this moment, in his eyes, the distance between the gloomy and dull wax figure face and his own was less than one meter. The five fingers of the pale palm dripping with blood were spread out, and the roots were like sharp blades.
Stabbed over.
The wax figure actually shed bright red blood just like a real person, but the wounds at the cracks had the texture of a little bit of flesh, except for the layers of wax stacked up and softened like being melted by fire.
Outside my eyes, small and large blood vessels protruded, many were broken, and stained bright red.
Puyver Martin smoked a cigar and listened quietly, not realizing at all that Gardner was being invaded by a crazy spirit.
Lumian had no time to react, so he could only subconsciously raise his right palm and cover it in front of his face.
Bang bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, Gardner's "tortured" fists dragged the red fire, suppressing the wax figure who was not only lively but also very dexterous and possessed excellent fighting skills, unable to use other abilities.
The "torture" gloves hit the wax figure's head crookedly, and the short iron-white thorns on the surface kissed the open face, creating exaggerated scratches that changed from deep to shallow.
I retracted my left palm, endured the pain, and struck the wax figure's head back to its original position with another punch filled with red flames.
What surprised Gardner again was that the punch just now actually inspired the wax figure's bloodlust.
Puigfe Martin held the half-full cigar and said with a smile:
boom!
As time passed by, the wax head suddenly made a clicking sound.
In that case, the ability of the "torture" gloves to arouse certain desires or emotions seems to have no effect, and can only be used as a defensive weapon.
"It seems that all of your official members of the Iron Cross are more favored by the spirit of my ancestor than Lumian, but they are also feared by him."
What I mentioned was "I know why the crazy spirit really took over my body" and the use of "torture" gloves, and attributed the latter to the reasons that I still understand.
"Spirit World Travel!"
Count Lumian paced back and forth, his expression quite solemn.
Count Lumian, wearing a red shirt and white wide trousers, sat in front of a messy table, staring indifferently at a wax head placed behind him.
It fell to the ground.
What kind of monster is that? Gardner stared at it for more than ten seconds. From the perspective of a "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should have ordinary characteristics.
Immediately afterwards, blood-colored thin tubes protruded from the light blue eyes of the wax figure, and a weak bloodthirsty desire spread from the inside.
The unfamiliar pain made Gardner even more confused. He clenched his right hand tightly, and with a red flame ignited, he punched the side of the wax statue's face with all his strength with a fist gesture.
After examining it for more than ten seconds, I saw that the man and the broken wilderness disappeared in an instant.
thump!
"Killed?" Lumian muttered to himself in shock and suspicion.
The wax figure, whose bloodthirsty desire had weakened, did not try to distance itself. He used this kind of intimidation again, and instinctively and frantically started a close combat with Wen Ming.
After a few dozen seconds, only a few flames were still burning under the forest road, and a broken, withered wilderness suddenly spread out.
In addition to the violent burning, the wax statue began to soften, and the body was covered with blood-stained viscous droplets.
When I felt that the "Hunter" was running enough to get from this forest to the other side, I actually retreated into the town, found the driver, and returned to No. 11 Quanshui Street, Memorial Hall District.
This figure wears a light-colored veil, has a visibly protruding abdomen, and has a substantial maternal glow flowing under her body. She is just like the "Man in the Moon" of the "Night Party".
In the blazing firelight, the wax figure had melted into a human form, and Gardner's figure faded step by step, suddenly disappearing into the distance.
Inside Red Swan Castle, outside a room in the main building.