The taste of this long-distance transmission is absolutely uncomfortable.
Carlos, holding his clothes in one hand and holding his sword, stood against the wall for three or four seconds, before his eyes were no longer filled with flowers. He held down his stomach that was constantly churning, and finally reluctantly admitted that Amy might be right—he might be right. It is true that in the long-term irregular life, some kind of hidden damage has been caused to the stomach, but I have not had time to discover it.
The side of the road was pitch black, only a street lamp that was about to end its life was flickering faintly. Carlos didn't know where it was - but from the surrounding flat terrain, he judged that this place had probably left the mountains of Sara State.
A gust of cold wind blew in through the wide open neckline of his pajamas. Carlos shivered, so he had to get into the bushes on the side of the road first, and use the fastest speed to remove the obstructive and not warm nightgown. He changed it, put on his clothes, and walked out barefoot with his epee in hand.
On the back of his hand was a small pattern of magic circle, shining with dim light. It was a trigger-type magic circle. When Mrs. Xiaoden was about to leave, he suddenly felt a little uneasy for no reason, so he was enjoying her hug When it was time, he hung it on her body.
The trigger condition of the magic circle is that when she is in mortal danger, no matter when and where, he will be sent to her side.
Carlos didn't have any mental preparations for this. He did it just in case, and even he felt that he was too worried-after all, Mrs. Xiaoden had retired a long time ago, and the possibility of being involved in the battle of the first-line hunters was very low. But he didn't expect that the magic circle would be triggered so quickly.
I heard that she was with Louis and the others, so what about Louis? What about the investigators sent by the Temple
The night here is much colder than in Sara State, and the coolness rises from Carlos' feet. There were broken stones and broken glass on the dark ground from time to time, but he obviously had a lot of experience in this, and although he didn't lower his head, he avoided them accurately.
There was silence all around, Carlos chanted a mantra in a low voice, and white, thick fog appeared, spreading in a large amount of urban greenery around, with a faint smell of stench.
Carlos looked down at the magic circle mark on the back of his hand, and it was still glowing, which meant that Mrs. Xiaoden was still alive, so what happened to her
The cold atmosphere in the woods is getting thicker and thicker. He exhales lightly as much as possible and immediately turns into white mist when he leaves the body. Carlos adjusted his wrist movements, and his whole body was in a strange tense and relaxed state. Like a cheetah ready to attack.
He walked into the bushes following the stench, and suddenly, he bumped into something under his feet. Carlos lowered his head and found that he had kicked a person's body, a man with a strong physique, facing the sky, a pair of eyes had been gouged out, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his chest seemed to be squashed by something, twisting into a strange shape. radians.
You don't have to look closely to tell he's dead.
Carlos squatted down cautiously, gently opened the sleeves of the deceased, and found a cross on his cuffs—the symbol of a hunter on duty.
Carlos pursed his lips, knelt down halfway, reached out and touched the dead colleague, found his medal and put it away, then looked at his broken face in silence, hesitated, and took off the man's feet Putting on his shoes, he quietly stood up and walked forward.
I'll kill it for you, unknown brother— he thought silently.
The moon also disappeared, followed by the second dead, and the third dead...
Everyone had their eyes gouged out and their guts shattered, and Carlos was sure it wasn't a difu, but one of them must be a drummer.
He walked on this road that seemed to lead to hell, collecting the medals of the dead along the way, with one hand in the pocket of his coat, while walking, his fingertips touched the cold medals, and occasionally stained with sticky blood, it was not him He turned a blind eye with a cold heart, because the corpses of the hunters who died in such a large number of battles lay all over the place. For Carlos, it was a scene that he was never used to.
During his long wandering career, he has walked alone in the deserted wilderness countless times, along the swamp, through those large areas of poisonous plants, stepping on the miasma and the smell of rot, so calm and almost Passing by the corpses of the same kind without looking sideways.
With a sharp cry, the owl flew straight to the sky from the branch. At that moment, Carlos almost didn't think about it. He waved his hand suddenly, and a tree vine that had already withered suddenly grew three to four meters long, like A sharp arrow chased after it, piercing through the bird's heart without any suspense.
The owl's body fell straight down, along with its pair of eyeballs, which looked like humans, red and red.
Carlos squatted down, tore off a corner of his shirt, squeezed the ferocious eyeball through the fabric, studied it back and forth for a while, and then let out a soft breath: "The shit-like progress turned out to be a Tibetan pearl clam." .”
This is a kind of difu that was extremely rare even in Carlos's time. Most of them like to attach to people or animals. Few people can see its real body. It eats people's eyes, but its preference is very special—only "Eyes that see evil".
Eyes are the window to the soul, and many ancient tribes even superstitiously believe that the eyeballs have a special power, but in the view of the Tibetan pearl oyster, this is indeed true, and the sinful eyeballs can be seen emitting a fragrance that makes them fascinated.
Thinking about it this way, whether it's a gangster or a hunter, it's very much in line with its taste... As for the Miss Laura at the beginning, there may be other secrets behind it.
"Pearl clams and drummers are a perfect match for death." Carlos sighed, and quickly judged the surrounding situation in his heart. Now it seems that it is very likely that the hunter's own smell attracted the beast during the investigation. —Looking at them dispatching collectively, wearing medals and weapons neatly, and spreading out in such a formation in the dense forest, it is likely that they were searching for something and fell into the trap of the other party.
Carlos has lived for more than 20 years and has never heard of the symbiotic relationship between the drummer and the pearl clam, so why do they act together
He felt the hairs on his back stand on end, it was an instinctive sense of danger, at this moment, a woman's heart-piercing screams came from not far away—that's what a dying person would utter With a scream, Carlos' scalp exploded, and he quickly ran in that direction.
There may be a difference in the voice when people speak, but the difference is quite small when they scream. Carlos's heart was lifted at that moment—is... is it her
He walked through the bushes, and his eyes brightened for a moment. Immediately, Carlos clearly saw a strange woman who was hung up. Her head was down, her long hair covered her entire face, and her body was covered with blood.
Carlos' pupils shrunk—no! A drummer can shatter a person's internal organs in an instant, how could she have time to scream? !
Before the running footsteps hit the ground, Carlos silently recited a mantra. In an emergency, a protective blessing radiated from his body, causing faint fluctuations in the air. Before it had time to fully form, the suspended body The woman suddenly raised her head, opened a pair of blood-red eyes, clenched her hands into fists, and slammed down on her chest and abdomen.
There was no sound, but the huge energy fluctuations hit Carlos straight, and the outermost protective spell was instantly shattered. Carlos stepped back a dozen steps, with the heavy sword in front of his chest, and his fingers quickly moved in a small area. Draw a magic circle inside - this is the most time-saving response, but you need to know exactly where the opponent's invisible attack is, and you can only rely on the spell that has just been shattered to judge. Be with the brothers who were lying on the ground before!
The next moment, the magic circle and the attack collided with each other, making a "buzz", which made people's scalp numb.
The woman convulsed and screamed, her body withered as quickly as if it had been sucked dry, and then hung on the tree like a rag doll, just now it seemed that there was no light in her blood-filled eyes—it was just a dead body A dead body.
He even ran away.
Carlos's chest felt a little painful from the impact just now. He coughed and walked over to put the woman's body down. The other's eyes fell straight down like the owl.
It seems that hunters are attracted by this kind of trick, Carlos thought, and Mrs. Shoden? where is she now
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the two difu didn't go far. Carlos knew that they were just lingering nearby, waiting for an opportunity.
Aldo moved to Gale's house in the morning, and Mr. Good drove him over in person. He nodded gracefully to Gale who was waiting at the door and said, "I'm sorry."
Gargan laughed: "Well, Carlos hasn't gotten up yet, so I'll take you to the guest room first."
Aldo gave a "hmm" and asked casually: "How is his body, is he usually not energetic?"
"Oh, no." Referring to that exuberant energy and endless curiosity, Gal smiled wryly, "On the contrary, I think he doesn't believe that Berg's therapist's judgment is valid. He does look very healthy, he looks very energetic."
Aldo paused and frowned: "Really?"
Carlos is not someone who likes to stay in bed.
"Yes, but I don't know what's going on today, and no one paid him any attention when he was asked to have breakfast just now." Gal said, and then he quickly added, "Of course, I didn't tell him that you were coming, So it shouldn't be... ”
Aldo stopped in his tracks: "Which room does he live in?"
Gal pointed: "There."
Aldo turned and walked over. Gal said behind him, "Maybe I was tired from playing with the children yesterday, or..."
No—what kind of road has Carlos not traveled, what kind of hardship has he not suffered? Playing with the two children for a while will definitely not tire him out. Although he lives irregularly, he is definitely not a lazy person. At least Aldo has known him for so many years, and this person has never stayed in bed.
A sudden anxiety hit Aldo, and before Gal could finish speaking, he kicked open Carlos' door.
Gall's voice choked—it was empty.