Chapter 166 Precautions for Raising Birds

The fallen angel Humbiah.

Outside the bell tower, the crying old man looked at the closed door with an extremely ugly expression.

He stretched out his hand, trying to open the rotten door of the bell tower.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the door could not be opened.

With his eyes fixed, he spit out an obscure whisper:

"Open!"

However, this spell, which can break many closed means, has not taken effect.

Seeing this scene, the crying old man's face was extremely ugly.

However, at this moment, a chill came from behind him.

Without thinking about it, he flicked his fingers nimbly, and lightly pushed out a broken lens facing the rear.

Just as the lens was pushed out, a black flame had reached the back of his waist.

However, at the moment when the black flame was about to hit him, invisible fluctuations appeared in the lens, which deflected to the left at an angle of nearly 90 degrees.

It wasn't forced to change direction, the black flame didn't have any deformation or loss of power at all, as if it was originally shot in this direction.

The moment the black flame deflected, the old man with a crying face flashed to the left, and another lens slipped out of his right hand.

However, at this moment, as if the surrounding light was absorbed instantly, a pillar-like black light fell from the sky.

boom! ! !

Everything around seemed to be melted in an instant, and huge deep pits appeared around.

But corresponding to the traces of melting, is the thick frost that condenses on the bottom of the pit.

An old man whose entire lower body had disappeared was lying on the edge of the pit, obviously dead.

Seeing this scene, the attacking knight in black armor indifferently turned and left with the crowd approaching.

In the material world, on a decayed wooden sail warship shrouded in mist, in a cabin full of wet bones, a middle-aged man wearing a smiling face mask emerges from the mirror. When he came out of the mirror, he twisted up and down and turned into an upside-down crying face.

Turning his head and looking in the mirror, the middle-aged man saw the bird's beak mask in his mind, and he frowned and said to himself:

"The Lantern Hermit."

But at this moment, his expression tightened, and before he knew it, a majestic thick fog had shrouded his body.

A sound like the sound of water splashes sounded:

"Leanderel, you can't escape this time!"

Even though he was defeated in the battle just now, the middle-aged man, Leander showed a mocking smile:

"It seems that Geweier didn't come. Without Geweier, you dare to appear in front of my eyes?"

As he spoke, a broken mirror slipped out between his fingers, and a purple-black, phantom-like long whip condensed out of his right hand, and he slapped the figure on the mirror.

"ah!!!"

Like a giant whale, like some kind of sea beast, the wonderful scream that hides the meaning of madness swings out from the dilapidated hull.

In an instant, it seemed as if a tsunami had set off in the surrounding sea area, and layers upon layers of waves mixed with undercurrents raged frantically.

Returning to the material world, after finding two bottles in the cloakroom to contain the mysterious phantom and light black blood, Yago stuffed the bottles under the bed and hid them.

He took off his mask and lay on the bed, the ravings and whispers lingering in his mind made him close to collapse.

In that battle in the circular room, he used a lot of spiritual mist, which was extremely exhausting.

Moreover, using a mask is not free.

With a bitter smile, Yago quickly fell into a deep sleep while hugging the quilt under the strong sense of weakness brought about by the double consumption.

However, when he fell asleep, a black shadow fell from the lighting window and landed in front of him.

The paws with 7-shaped spots stepped on the quilt in his arms, stepped on it, and the gray beak pecked at his fingers.

Yago, who fell into a deep dream, did not wake up, but instinctively shook his hand.

It spread its wings slightly, quickly jumped back a few steps, and then came up again.

After being driven away by Yago's instinctive hand shake for the third time, Huge tilted his head, a pair of crow eyes stared at Yago who was breathing steadily, and went forward to peck Yago's finger again.

However, this time, it didn't escape Yago's instinctive reaction, and was pushed off the low bed by Yago's back and landed on the ground.

Fluttering back his wings, Shugein, who flipped up from the ground, was about to jump up again, but at this moment, the pair of crow eyes that were like lanterns with a hazy light seemed to see something.

It tilted its head for a look, and then went straight under the bed.

Pause after pause, Hugein dragged out the bottle Yago had just put down from under the bed.

After staring at the two bottles in a similar posture for a while, Hugein, who tilted his head, opened his gray beak and pulled out the bottles.

In the deep, dark dream, Yago felt a suffocating pressure.

It was as if something had sealed his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

In the shackles of darkness and hallucinations, Yago's consciousness seemed to be confused, and in the constant trance, a hazy mist surged and lingered around him.

Endless, restless whispers, cold, sharp ravings followed.

Yago, who was tired and sleepy, could hardly resist the crazy and weird whispers and ravings.

However, at this moment, he felt a hazy, thin faint blue emerge.

With the appearance of You Lan, the frenzied raving sound seemed to become a little calmer.

Moreover, a cold feeling came from his chest, like a filter, which screened out a lot of the whispering noise.

Although it is still unbearable for him, at least it is not impossible to resist.

I don't know how long it took, the babbling and whispering gradually disappeared.

Yago, who was extremely exhausted, also came out of the half-dream and half-awake state, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the gray moon had already risen in the sky.

Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Yago walked out of the warehouse room.

Still not fully awake, he walked to the bathroom in a daze, brushing his teeth while looking at the gray moon hanging high in the sky outside the window.

When he spit out the mouthwash and washed his face in the mirror amidst the sound of running water from the faucet, he was fully awake.

Facing the moon, Yago couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Although this body is only 20 years old, he is actually 24 years old. The experience of two lifetimes combined

middle-aged

In the emotion of self-entertainment, Yago rubbed his temples.

Because of the consumption in the ruined temple, Yago was still shrouded in a sense of weakness.

However, for some reason, he felt that his ability seemed to be a little stronger?

Puzzled, he turned on the system habitually, and when he was about to open the third-person perspective, when he turned the page of the book, he was suddenly taken aback.

【Name: Diego Clauredo Fast】

【Age: 20】

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Noble (Baron Fast XIV)]

[Sequence: Gambler, Embalmer]

Undertaker! ?