The mist is filling the air.
I don't know when, but a gray haze like thick fog suddenly appeared in a certain area of the black market, spreading bit by bit.
However, due to the lack of many residents in the black market, no one noticed this situation for a while.
But in fact, even if someone notices this, it will be of no use. Because this unknown and strange mist cannot be blown away or sucked away, and it even seems to be an illusory existence.
Fortunately, this thick gray fog does not seem to cause any harm to living things. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and apart from causing extremely low visibility in the shrouded area, it seems to have no other negative effects.
And in the middle of this fog that continues to expand over time, an inconspicuous dilapidated house stands quietly in the corner of the street, looking like there is nothing special about it...
Oh fine!
In this gray environment, it is probably impossible to see the whole picture of this dilapidated house.
"Muriel! Muriel, wake up...open your eyes and look at me! Muriel..."
A faint calling sounded faintly from the second floor of the house. There was no doubt that it was Martin's voice. And looking at this situation, Muriel still couldn't support Pansy's return after all.
"Damn... who... turned her into this! And what the hell is this inexplicable mist?"
Martin gritted his teeth and growled, barely able to control his emotions. But no matter what he did, he couldn't make Muriel get better from her current state.
It can be seen that Muriel's eyes, which are lying on the bed at this moment, have completely lost their look. Because the fog around her was extremely thick, Martin had to get very close to her to barely see what she looked like now.
In fact, these unknown mist were constantly released from her body.
Martin remembered that it was about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no reaction at all to the movement around her, and she fell into a state of confusion.
Suddenly, Martin saw a gray mist spread out from between her slightly open mouth and nose as she breathed.
The mist seemed to be slightly heavier than the air. They did not float upward, but rolled and sank to the ground like cold air.
The gray fog filled the air very quickly. When Martin was still at a loss, the floor in the bedroom was completely invisible.
Martin was naturally extremely anxious about this, but he was also worried about whether this mist would harm him. With Muriel already unconscious, he knew that at least nothing could happen to him again.
At that moment, even though the fog in the room had spread over the insteps of his feet, he decided to avoid it first and check whether there was any abnormality in his body.
But Martin soon discovered that there was nothing wrong with the mist—even after he inadvertently inhaled a little, nothing unexpected happened.
It's a pity that just because he is fine, he can't change the situation that is getting worse.
Unknowingly, the mist poured downstairs along the corridors and stairs, and began to leak out of the house through the gaps in the doors and windows.
"Why... why do you do this to Muriel... Who is it? Could it be the Ministry of Magic? Or is it Maclean... Yes, it must be Maclean... "
In the mist, Martin held Muriel's hand tightly, but he could only feel the slightest bit of coldness from her palm.
He murmured softly, and finally couldn't help but roar again:
"McLean! I admit my mistake, why don't I admit defeat? I overestimated my capabilities and wanted to follow that Haierbo to deal with you...McLean! Come out quickly! I'll tell you everything I know from Haierbo. !”
"Of course it's okay... I have to say, I don't care about it." Suddenly, a voice that made Martin shudder suddenly sounded in the fog in the room, "Because... you don't know anything at all."
"ocean-"
At that moment, Martin, who was lying beside the bed, froze, and the hand he held Muriel couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"No...teacher?"
After a moment of dead silence, Martin slowly turned his head. The fear from the bottom of his heart made all the joints in his body seem to be rusty. The movement of turning sideways lasted for several seconds before he could barely complete it. .
However, the thick fog made it impossible for him to see where Haierbo was... He was not even sure whether Haierbo was in the bedroom right now.
But at the next moment, along with a few slight footsteps, the familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly emerged from the mist.
"Don't call me 'teacher', I don't have a hobby of collecting betrayers."
Haierbo did not look at Martin. He just said casually while gently casting his eyes on Muriel on the bed.
As far as Martin knew, standing at the end of the bed, it was no longer possible to see Muriel clearly, but Herbo's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and the fog did not hinder him in the slightest.
"Besides," Haierbo looked at Muriel who was still releasing gray mist, and said rather casually, "Don't blame McClain... What do you think of the person who turned this little girl into this? It can’t be him, right?”
Martin didn't speak. He just stared blankly at the vaguely discernible outline in the fog, his eyes full of confusion.
Since Haierbo said so, how could he not think about the other party
But once he thought that it was Halbo who had done this to Muriel, Martin felt even more unbelievable - would doing this do any good to Halbo
However, just when Martin was extremely confused, Haierbo suddenly chuckled.
"Why, you want to blame me for this again?" He said calmly, "Of course, I don't mind if you think so... But unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence! At least in my opinion , it makes no difference who gets this 'gift' from me—"
At this point, Haierbo, who had never even glanced at Martin, finally turned his head slightly.
"Just like you apprentices, it's the same with anyone I accept. Anyway...you kids will have a 'new self' sooner or later."
Under Martin's increasingly confused gaze, Haierbo sighed slightly to himself, and then murmured softly as if talking to himself.
"... It's coming soon, it's really coming soon... Soon, you will have a new beginning with me. And I believe that no one will bother me again this time."
After a slight pause, Haierbo finally added:
"After all, in today's era, not to mention Merlin, even Rowena and Salazar have already turned into dust... How could McClane, with only one weakness as obvious as Godric's, hinder my progress?" ?”
Before he finished speaking, he ignored Martin's plan and suddenly waved with one hand.
I saw a layer of subtle spatial fluctuations suddenly appearing around Muriel, who was originally lying on the bed. And then, Martin only felt that his hand was empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.
Only the seemingly endless gray mist was still billowing out, as if Muriel was still lying in the same place, never leaving.
"Muriel!"
Before his beloved girl disappeared, Martin's heart was still suppressed by fear, and he couldn't muster the slightest will to resist. Although he knew that there must be a reason for Haierbo's appearance, and that he was most likely coming for Muriel, he still did not dare to act rashly.
Until the moment when his palm suddenly became empty finally came, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty as well.
"Herbo! Give Muriel back to me—"
While his mind was shaking, and he didn't know where the courage came from, Martin suddenly pulled out the wand that had accompanied him since childhood.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light burst out silently in the vast gray fog, quickly penetrated the fog, and then hit the bedroom wall hard. The fatal curse instantly blasted a hole into the wall panel, sending debris flying everywhere.
But since the killing curse finally hit the wall, it naturally means that Haierbo is safe and sound.
"Hmph, the Death Curse... Do you think this kind of modern magic that ruins the rules of death may threaten me?" Haierbo sneered, but then shook his head, "Oh, maybe! But the premise is , you have to use it on me before McClane, maybe you can have some chance!"
After saying this, Haierbo seemed to have lost interest. He suddenly took a step back and completely disappeared into the thick fog around him.
"stop!"
Martin gritted his teeth, held the wand tightly and ran a few steps in the direction where Halbo disappeared, but soon he accidentally and hard hit the wall of the room.
He groaned and immediately fell to the wall, but endured the pain and got up again.
"Helbo—"
The other party left. After sending Muriel to an unknown place, he had no intention of staying.
It can be seen that Haierbo has probably never cared about Martin, an "ant", and does not even have the idea of crushing him to death.
After stumbling and running around like crazy in this bedroom for a while, Martin finally seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the floor in a daze.
After a long while, I heard him whispering to himself in a low voice, as if he was dreaming. Just looking at his lost look, he was no different from Muriel before.
"…Herbo."
The tone of voice had already lost its hatred, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.