In the evening, Pai Siying is as bustling as Becky after midnight. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
"If you want to come to me, then come to me!" Sibella wore a pointed hat and waved a broom in her hand. Then she was grabbed by a group of people and tied to the stake. But this did not stop Sibera from speaking, staring at the cyan figure around her that was constantly being penetrated and embedded by the person who was binding her, "Now I am talking to the air like a madman!"
"You are a madman." The cyan figure walked around the burning platform, "That's why you will be tied to a pillar and burned to death."
Crackling, cheap lanterns began to shine from under the burning platform while being wrapped around Sibella's body. The bound Sibella rolled her eyes, cheered up, and then said "Ah!" as sharply as if she was about to die, "You will pay the price! I curse you! Curse this land! You will all die!!" He opened his eyes and looked at the confused audience in the audience, "You! You! I saw it! I saw it!! Your death! In my eyes!!" He tilted his head and stopped moving.
People in the audience looked at each other, "Uh, what kind of performance is this?"
“The Salem Witch Trials…”
"Oh...that's weird. Let's go. I heard that a colonial war is going on over there..."
"Uh... I don't know... It seems like it's all a show of Indians being 'bullied' by outsiders... Let's go play games."
"Agree!"
Sibella raised her drooping head, twitched the corner of her mouth, twisted her body to throw off the colored lights and ropes wrapped around her body, jumped down from the burning platform, glanced at the cyan figure, "I'm not a madman, I Performing a black witch being burned to death." Too lazy to say anything else, he walked behind the burning platform.
"I've been around Paisin for a long time, where did you go? Well, before you came here to play, tsk, the Black Witch."
"Laboratory." Behind the burning platform was a barbecue stall. Sibella stood next to her husband Corden, pointing to the almost-done barbecue. The meaning was obvious.
"Uh, where is your laboratory?" The cyan figure is naturally Sloan, and of course, the devil knows where his body is. But looking at the impatience on his cyan face and the way he was looking around, he should be signaling Sibella to go to a secluded place to talk. For example, laboratory.
"Hmph." Sibella took the large plate of barbecue, "As if I would tell you." She looked Sloan up and down. What do you mean, Soul Walkers are hard to guard against.
Do you still remember Sloan’s special skill? The item obtained by the cyan Sloan can instantly cross space and even the world (Sloan did this when he rescued Lip and brought Lip back in the dream). Where's Sloan's body
Sibella simply built her laboratory underground. How could she let such a thing into her laboratory
The cyan Sloan twitched the corner of his mouth, "If I wanted to steal your things, I would have done it a long time ago. But I didn't, right? I stayed in a nursing home to hide myself..." As he spoke, he became angry, "If not Grande’s Vampire…”
Sibella's eyes twitched, and she threw the barbecue back to Corden, "No life!" She turned around and left, "What's the matter with you, Soul Walker?" She didn't go to do anything. She returned to the burning platform and grabbed it again. He picked up the broken broom he had thrown away when he was tied up, and stood imposingly on the edge of the burning platform, glaring at the group of people coming from a distance.
"Uh... what are you doing?"
Sibera didn't look at Sloan, and continued to look at the group of people coming over with great momentum, uh, a group of guys carrying plastic shields and wielding foam swords.
"Secret word for customs clearance!" Sibella shouted to the group of people.
"If the night covers one's eyes, then the sharp blade in the assassin's hand is the key to unlocking the treasure! The warrior who finds the assassin will be rewarded!" The leader, uh, Fitz, shouted. (Zach's character is an assassin)
"Congratulations! Warriors! You have cleared the dungeon!" Sibella took off the pointed hat on her head, dug inside for a long time, took out a piece of paper, and followed the practice, "As the first team to clear the level, , you have received a privately customized perfume package provided by Crescent Moon (Maggie), please go to the east venue to receive it." He stuffed the note back, took back his hat, and glanced at the person in front of him, "What are you still doing standing there? Go Receive the award!”
The crowd surged away again.
Sibella jumped off the burning platform again and returned to the barbecue stall. "Is it cooked now?" Sibella looked so busy.
"It's burnt."
"Whatever." Sibella took the charred barbecue and began to 'enjoy' it.
Sloan, who was originally blue, seemed to have a veil covering his face, "Lipp is dead. I think I should tell you, in person."
The plastic fork pierced the disposable paper plate as it tried to pierce the blackened meat. Sibella glanced at Sloan, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "Huh, don't be ridiculous, the dream demon can't die."
"Yes, but he is no different from being dead. He is in an isolated world with no dreams, no reality, no illusion, no time, and no connection with anything. He can't come out."
"Really, then how do you know that there is such a world?" Sibella probably felt that she had asked a powerful question, "Have you been there? Humph."
"There's a part of me that I can't come back to."
Sibella frowned. She didn't know if it was because the leaky dinner plate made her hands stained with gravy or something else. "Then how did you get there?"
"The point is not how I got there, but how that kind of world came into being..."
Being interrupted, Sibella shook her hands stained with meat juice, "If you want to discuss serious issues with me, I said, come here in person. I'm not interested in discussing things with, hum, part."
"I can't." Cyan Sloan curled his lips, "I can't leave where I am now."
"The inseparable place is..." Wait for completion.
"Noripate's home. He was in very bad shape because he didn't keep the third 'Colt' and Zach died. And at the same time, the 'Colt' also disappeared and no one knew where to get it. Where did Allen, who was holding the Colt, go?" His face became gloomy, "The worst-case scenario is that he went to Newton..."
"Oh, what do you care about Newton?" Sibella tilted her head, "When did you come back? Do you have any idea of what happened to Barton?"
"No told me. Zac was going to face Toledo from the Sabbat, and they were in Barton." He didn't know what he wanted to express, and said, "Tsk. Knowing what Zac is doing, there is nothing wrong with Barton's situation. Complete it. Tsk." Tsk again.
Sibella's face changed. When Sloan finished speaking, he opened his mouth as if instinctively, but closed it instantly, gloomily, and continued to poke holes in the dinner plate. There was silence for a while, "What do you want!"
"Originally I just wanted to inform you of Lip's death in person. At least he used to be Barton's soul and regarded you as a friend. Now, Nuo has almost completed Barton's affairs. I want you. Please help me recover the third 'Colt'."
Sibella didn't respond and looked at the time, "You have ten minutes. There are still ten minutes for the next Salem Witch Trial."
"Uh, okay." Sloan could only follow Sibella, "I know from Nuo that everyone in Barton already knows about the third 'Colt', right?" Another inexplicable voice said " Tsk. A vampire who had lived for four centuries was killed by a human in his own home... "
"You have five minutes." The time was announced.
Sloan was stunned for a moment. When did time really fly? "Uh." It was time to realize that Sibella didn't want to hear any comments about Zach's death. What else could she do but obey? Sloan arranged what he was going to say, "Nuo also told me that he retained his promise to me. , without telling others how the third 'Colt' appeared."
Sibella then raised her head and glanced at Sloan, "So you want to keep an eye on Nuo at his house? Are you worried that he will be found by aliens?"
Sloan waved his hand, "It's not that I'm worried. Someone has already gone to find him. The gatekeeper of Purgatory, Leo, was driven away by me. There are still others snooping in secret. Everyone wants to know the third Cole How did Te appear? And part of it was to ask Grande... "
"three minutes."
"Uh, what's wrong with you! If I remember correctly, you hate Zach!" Sloan became impatient.
"One minute."
"You are unreasonable!"
Sibella gave up the barbecue, wiped her hands on her hat casually, returned to the burning platform, and gestured, "Start!"
"Uh!" Cyan Sloan followed Sibella and pointed to the empty seats under the stage, "There's no one there!"
Who cares about this cyan shadow that is not here at all, a group of people have already surrounded Sibella, who is waving a broom.
Sloan took two steps back speechlessly. It was not that he minded being passed by, but that he minded this inexplicable rejection.
"You're blocking me." A voice appeared from the corner of the burning platform.
Sloan turned around in surprise. He thought the only people who could see him here were Si Bella and Corden.
The speaker is Ike, yes, the vessel of the angel Camille who died once and is now a saint. Although his tone was a little cold, there was a strange smile on his face.
"and who are you??"
"You don't need to know. No one, but you blocked me." As he said this, he moved aside and kept smiling while watching Sibella being tied to the stake.
Sloan frowned and raised his hand to brush over Ike, "You are a vessel of an angel. Are you a saint?"
Ike didn't answer, and continued to stand on the edge of the burning rack, smiling at everything that happened on the burning rack.
Sloan pursed his lips and asked, "Are you also playing a role?" That's all he could think of.
"kindness."
"Who? The onlookers, oh, the people who were cursed by the black witch!"
"No, I play Zach." He glanced at Sloan, "Don't you know, the Salem trial was a scene planned by Zachary Torreto and the black witches. The black witches are the most difficult to survive. Salem has become a haven for black witches, and it continues to this day." Ike withdrew his gaze and continued to smile, "Now, don't disturb Zach, who I play, from admiring his work."
Sloan's face was gloomy, and he disappeared after a short time. Back to the true nature.
Nuo's home.
After confirming that Nuo was still squatting in the bathtub, Sloan sat on the sofa irritably.
"Do you need some tea, sir?" said the fat maid Mina.
"No, thank you." Sloan turned on the TV. The mood didn't get better because everyone was reporting on Barton's cultural feast, the carnival. What's worse is that the colonial war was supposed to be a large-scale show. The Salem Witch Trials could have been staged several times before the colonial war ended and the process of federal independence entered the process. And Sloan saw in the picture thirteen people on the edge of the stage, being picked back and forth by someone who kept smiling, and finally split and turned away.
"Tsk! What the hell is this! Barton finally has a cultural event to commemorate the guy who was killed by humans!"
Naturally, with an irritable complaint, it was the cyan figure who had stood up from the sofa. The main body, already tilting his head, continued to press the remote control hard to change channels.
"This is actually..." A strange voice came from somewhere, "It's very, well, very heartwarming~"
"Who is speaking?!"
It's not Sloan. What Sloan did was to instantly put distance between the two of him, and be alert to maximize his field of vision.
"Who is talking?!" A panicked voice came out of Miuna's mouth again.
After failing to ask the question for the third time, Miu Na fell to the ground. Behind her broad, fallen body revealed a stranger.
Studded leather boots, an open leather coat, and a hand full of tiger fingers that were hard to tell whether they were murder weapons or rings wiped away the blood next to the black lips. The red eyes were raised in the smudged black circles, "Interesting, Soul Walker."
"Who are you!" This was Sloan, and he glanced at Muna on the ground.
This action was captured, "Don't worry, she is still alive. I don't have the habit of eating only one kind of food at a meal. I will get tired of it~ I like feasts~" Silently, he had occupied Sloan's side, with his black lips grinning. Open, "Like this~Feast~" The little finger painted with black nail polish is enchantingly hooking the picture on the TV, the carnival, "But it seems to be very unsafe there~"
"Eli! Toledo!"
"Do you know me?" As if out of joy, his fingers touched Sloan. ontology.
Sloan's body softened instantly, and another cyan figure stepped aside, distanced himself, and stared at the intruder gloomily! "Go on, touch me! Vampire!"
"Wow~ So cold~" Eli didn't touch, but backed away. It had to be, Sloane was so soft that he was just a corpse. "I like you~" Eli began to walk into the house, in the direction of the bathroom, "Relax, I'm not here to trouble you, I'm just here to confirm one thing, haha, my ability to analyze blood is not as good as Leson's Brah, so, I need more hehe, witnesses…”
Before he finished speaking, the bathroom door opened. The wet Nuo, still holding a wine bottle, looked at Eli Toledo and said calmly, "What do you want."
"Facts. Is Zachary Grande really dead?" Eli looked at the person in front of him with a strange expression.
Because Nuo turned around and went back to the bathroom. This was not a matter of ignorance, but of emotion...
Eli raised his eyebrows and looked around. Like, a lost guy can't find any enthusiastic passers-by to help him, so he stands in a daze at the crossroads.
"Okay. I think I confirmed it." Eli walked towards the door, "Oh~ By the way~ I don't know if any of you care, but Alan is in my hands, being tortured to kill Zacharito for him Redo will pay the price for his crimes, forever. Send a message to the aliens in Barton, the new Toledo is here, be sure to welcome him~" (..)