In the blink of an eye, his dog-gnawing metacarpal seemed to be straightened up again, and there were two extra knuckles on his middle finger.
The skinny mouse squeaked. It was not known whether it was frightened by the touch of the bone or by the Kevin man. It ran in a different direction, but it didn't find the right way and bumped into Oswald's arm muscle. On, rolled two laps before running away in a hurry.
Oswald, who was lying on the ground, twitched his fingers twice, frowned and opened his eyes with just such a moderate impact.
He didn't understand the situation for a while, squinted his eyes and glanced around, and then sat up suddenly.
"Hiss—" He pressed the wound on the back of his head, took a deep breath, then raised his eyes and asked, "What the hell is this place?"
Kevin flicked his left hand very casually and said, "Obviously, in prison."
As for the unattractive right hand, it was hidden by him in the shadow behind him, so he couldn't see it from Oswald's angle.
Kevin pointed to the logo engraved next to the keyhole of the anklet, and added: "In the dungeon of the Northern Emerald Country."
Oswald's face darkened completely: "The sand ghost tried his best to catch people, but in the end he was locked in the prison of the North Emerald Country?"
This seemed a little strange to them. You must know that the Northern Emerald Country is equivalent to the sand ghost's follower. They can help deter them, but don't expect them to really contribute. More often than not, the people in the Northern Emerald Country are busy and busy, and the sand ghosts are waiting for income.
Looking at it this way now, it seems that it has changed from a full follower to an equal cooperation.
"With cooperation, the exchange of interests is indispensable. Maybe that old and immortal Sapir in the Northern Emerald Country suddenly gained some bargaining chips, such as digging up a peerless treasure..." Kevin fiddled with the keyhole on the anklet, It seems to be studying how to smash it open.
"Speaking of benefit exchange..." Oswald frowned and said, "What happened to that sand ghost today? Whoever touches it dies, what kind of joke are you talking about?! Mutation?"
Kevin said casually: "Maybe this is the result of the exchange of interests."
Oswald: "..."
"Please don't use such a tone to make such horrible guesses, thank you." Mio's voice came muffledly from the next door along the mouse hole, "I just heard this kind of conversation when I opened my eyes, I still feel dizzy It's easier to worry about."
"Are you still alive?" Kevin asked in surprise.
Mio: "... I'm not worthless."
There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other from next door, and after a while, Mio's voice moved to the wall, and it was much clearer: "To be honest, just one sand ghost like this will kill us so much!" There are many people, if there are more, then what kind of battle is there... "
Who can beat them? !
Not to mention the Golden Lion Country, the Northern Emerald Country, and all races in the entire continent, they can step on their feet.
"But they are still cooperating with the North Emerald Country." Oswald said, "So there is something wrong with this, either their state is not as difficult to deal with as it seems, or there is something that is holding back the North Jade Country Or in someone else's hands."
Kevin was still fiddling with the anklet, and he agreed with an "en" sound.
Speaking of hands...
Oswald suddenly raised his head and said to Kevin, "Where's your right hand?!"
Kevin: "... Is your topic jumping a little high?"
He threw away the anklet, raised his eyes and said to Oswald in puzzlement, "Okay, why did you suddenly ask me about my right hand?"
"What nonsense—" Oswald's face sank when he saw him talking about the topic, and without saying a word, he leaned over and grabbed Kevin's right arm that was behind him.
"If you ask a question, just ask carefully. What's wrong with you if you don't agree with me?!" Kevin was dragged helplessly by him, and he stretched out his right hand, "So what's wrong with my right hand?"
The position of the two of them has changed during the pulling, and a little thin moonlight leaked from the eye above the head, just shining on Kevin's right hand.
I saw that his fingers were long and well-proportioned, and he held the sword all year round without leaving any calluses. With a slight movement, the muscles and bones on the back of his hand would stand out, except that he was thinner and paler than Oswald's hand, and there was no other difference. difference.
"How is it possible..." Oswald's expression became very complicated in an instant, and he couldn't tell whether it was a feeling of relief or disbelief, "I clearly saw—"
"See what?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.
To see your right hand wrapped in grains of sand...
Oswald opened his mouth and swallowed the words again. He frowned and hesitated. Did he really see clearly in the tense situation before? Is it really just a matter of angle
Still doesn't feel right...
But if it is really wrapped in sand,