Chapter 165 Fighting the Crying Man

Even though you don't know what the other party wants to do, it's always right to be careful when you don't know your friend or foe.

Just when this thought came to his mind, he saw the old man who took out the mirror pause.

Because, in the mirror, Yago's figure did not appear.

Without hesitation, the old man decisively threw the mirror to the right, and at the same time, said in an old and deep voice——

Although Yago couldn't understand the language of the obscure voice, a short word appeared on the subtitles——

【freeze】

All of a sudden, Yago felt a sense of stagnation spread over his body, as if a chill was coming from all directions. He didn't think about whether he was an enemy or a friend, and immediately poured his spiritual mist into the gatekeeper's mask——

In an instant, misty fog crows condensed from pitch-black silk threads flew out from under his black robe with his spiritual mist as the skeleton, and launched a counterattack at the man in the crying mask.

! ! !

The sound of flapping wings was not an ordinary fluttering sound, but a hoarse, shrill, invisible wave that seemed to rub against bones and bones, like a ghost screaming.

At the moment when the fluctuation appeared, the old man's fine hair stood up suddenly, and a cold feeling permeated his whole body.

In the bursts of tingling pain all over his body, as if something was about to come out of his body, when there were countless shouts and murmurs in his ears, he moved quickly and bowed his head.

In an instant, he disappeared from the spot.

The gray-black fog crows hit the ground directly, leaving cracks on the dark floor made of unknown wood.

Seeing this scene, Yago immediately turned to search for the opponent's location.

However, at this moment, he heard an obscure whisper again:

【Front and back reverse】

When Yago followed the source of the sound, he saw the old man wearing a crying face mask disappear from his left side.

Back and forth?

As if thinking of something, Yago immediately poured spiritual mist into the gatekeeper's mask, and simultaneously released shadowy crows towards the front and back.

Almost at the same time, Yago suddenly felt his vision shake and change.

Observing his surroundings in the third person, he suddenly found that the direction of the crows he released had changed.

Originally, he released more black crows toward the rear, but now, the black crows in the two directions turned their directions somehow.

but

Although few, there are still several.

Not far behind him, in the fragment of the mirror that appeared behind him at some unknown time, the old man wearing a crying mask emerged.

Six or seven black crows rushed straight at the old man's face, and rushed towards the crying mask!

The scene in front of him caused the pupils under the old man's mask to shrank involuntarily. Flicking his fingers, something like a shard of a mirror popped out.

Invisible fluctuations emerged from the shattered mirror, and the crows released by Yago were like refracted rays of light. They suddenly deflected, passed by the old man, and hit between the two doors of the circular room. On the wall of the room, a few black cracks were left on the wall.

Is it such a bug! ?

The attack he unleashed was aimed at the old man with the crying mask, and when he was missed by that strange ability, he didn't feel anything wrong.

As soon as the shot was missed, Yago was ready to refill the spirit mist and launch an attack.

However, at this moment, with his floating vision, he suddenly discovered that in another direction, at the blind spot of his vision, not far from him, in a broken lens, there was a picture rippling like water waves.

A man wearing a smiley mask and the ubiquitous black trench coat!

Two people! ?

Without hesitation, Yago immediately launched an attack, but this time he did not choose a long-range attack.

The jet-black silk threads gushing out from the gatekeeper's mask condensed into black tentacles like octopus deposits, and they slapped vigorously towards the figure in the fragment of the mirror.

Saw the black tentacles coming.

The half of the palm that the man in the mirror had just stretched out immediately retracted.

Snapped!

The shards of the mirror were slapped by the tentacles condensed by the black silk thread, and directly shattered into misty gray shadows, which disappeared in the air.

And the next moment, from the other side, from Yago's left rear, the cloudy and empty eyeballs of the old man wearing a crying face mask were stained with gloomy eyes again, and at the same time he said with an obscure mantra:

"Confinement."

Yago also saw the word appearing on the subtitles.

At the same time that he was on guard for a moment, a shadow sprang out from the ground, forming a shape like a chain, and entangled behind Yago strangely and soundlessly.

With a wave of the black tentacles condensed with jet-black threads, the shadow was directly swept away.

The metal-like black shadow disappeared like a punctured bubble.

Without waiting to die, Yago immediately condensed dozens of black crows, and amidst the deep and shrill screams, the dozen or so black crows flew towards the old man.

Seeing this scene, the expression under the mask of the crying old man sank, and immediately raised his right hand again, a purple-black whip emerged in his hand, and lashed towards the mirror.

Snapped! ! !

Amidst the illusory and sharp whip whistle, Yago suddenly saw that the black crow he condensed with black silk thread suddenly exploded.

It obviously didn't attack the black crow, but just attacked the ground.

Mirror! ?

It should have been noticed a long time ago that the opponent's attacks are all realized through mirrors!

Immediately, Yago infused the spiritual mist to create a flock of crows again, and one by one black crows flew towards all the mirror fragments that could be seen in the field of vision.

Under the crying mask, the old man's expression froze.

Having failed in one attack after another, he had no choice but to turn on the defensive. When he saw the black crows condense, he was alert and defensive, but these black crows turned out to be heading towards the mirror fragments! ?

Thinking of the scene where the mirror fragments were directly wiped away by the black tentacles just now, the old face under the crying face mask couldn't help adding a few more wrinkles.

If it is all broken, he will spend a lot of time and materials to redo it

Gritting his teeth, he spit out with a little humiliation:

"Stop the war, let's stop"

Even without reading the text displayed on the subtitles, Yago could understand it.

The other party spoke Catesian!

Because he didn't answer, as if he thought he didn't understand, the crying old man changed the language again:

"Stop the war, let's stop"

However, although Yago has a milder personality and doesn't like to take the initiative to attack others, he will not swallow his anger when he is beaten by others, and it is common to retaliate even worse.

It's fine if you don't retaliate, how can it be possible to make peace.

However, it seems that because of Ling Wu's relationship, by now, he has actually been a little bit unable to hold on.

Thinking of the situation of the man with the monocle and the young man with a sad face, Yago tentatively said in Yalf:

"Get out!"

The moment Yago said these words, the old man wearing a crying face mask disappeared in front of his eyes.

Really out?

Looking at the empty circular room, Yago glanced around, and the soft tentacles condensed with dark silk threads flicked, slapping the scattered mirror fragments on the ground into mist one by one.

"It really went out. It didn't hide in the mirror."

It's still hard to believe that Yago "floats" in the circular room.

Gatekeeper. Not only to open the door, but also to kick people if they want?

Suddenly, a word appeared in Yago's mind.

dog management.