Mysterious Tribulation

Wen Chao Gong

Inside the icy bedroom.

Aaron, incarnate as a "spirit of vain," was standing in the place where O'Clair died, but Loveman didn't notice it at all.

"Sure enough... just as I thought, after discovering that the opponent was an ‘evil spirit’, unable to manipulate blood, not taking physical damage, and having difficulty running away, Loveman had only to spend a huge price, using the curse technique to kill with one blow..."

"From a mystical point of view, to curse an inhuman existence, he himself has to pay a terrible price."

"It's a pity... he doesn't have any particularly powerful hole cards, and he didn't take the initiative to call God to surrender..."

"Of course, the Sisui are not operators. It is impossible for believers to respond as soon as they call... It's a pity, otherwise they might gain more tonight..."

Aaron stretched out his hand to let the ‘Secret Source’s Power’ surge.

The environment in the bedroom suddenly became gloomy, and Loveman was shocked to see the illusory spirit body regenerating from the void, transforming into the form of Oclair!

The evil spirit is born again!

"Do not…"

A look of despair appeared on his face.

It is obvious that every time the evil spirit dies, it takes dozens or even hundreds of years to resurrect. Why can this evil spirit cheat?

This is not fair!

But there is no absolute fairness in the world.

Snapped!

Oclair snapped his fingers, and the coldness and silence reappeared.

The ice froze the weak Loveman's body.

It grabbed the pistol, pointed it at Loveman's head, and squeezed the trigger severely.

boom!

With a single shot, the frozen Loveman's head was torn apart, and in the ice, there were blood-colored little bats trying to struggle.

Demon insects immediately rushed over, swallowing all the bats, and completely wiped out all the vitality of Loveman...

…

After a while.

A raging fire burned in the manor of Baron Jacques.

Aaron left calmly, slightly regretful.

"Loveman's hole cards are still too few, even if he prayed hoarsely before he died, it didn't attract any response..."

"Fortunately, the most important materials still have gains."

He looked at a scarlet fang in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and his figure quickly disappeared.

…

"The head hurts..."

William woke up and found himself lying on the very familiar bed in the rental house.

"Familiar ceiling... familiar sheets, familiar quilt smell... I was last night!"

He suddenly paled, sat up, and remembered.

"It's Quentin, he found me... captured me... why... why didn't I get eaten in the end?"

William pulled up his clothes and stroked the wound on his back, but it was smooth.

The only signs of damage on his clothes show that he was indeed injured last night.

His expression became more confused. "That's not a dream... But in the end, I felt a kind of icy cold... That is the boss's extraordinary ability? Did he save me?"

Apart from this, William couldn't think of any other reasons for surviving.

"No matter what, go and ask the boss."

He got up quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his face, walked out of the apartment and came to the street.

"Anyway, I survived..."

Facing the rise, William was almost moved to tears. "It feels good to be alive."

He has never understood the law of the hidden world as deeply as this moment-cherish life and stay away from mystery!

"It's a pity...I can't go back anymore."

William sighed and was about to go to the roadside to buy some pies for breakfast.

When passing the street corner, a newsboy wearing a peaked cap ran by, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and shouting "Pulmouth Morning News! Last night, the Goldfeel Jewelry Company was looted... The horrible dead body was found in Lower City." …The suburban baron’s manor was set on fire!"

"Wait, give me a copy!"

William stopped the newsboy, took out a 1 penny coin, bought a newspaper, quickly read it, and kept chanting the words "It turns out that so many things happened in Pulmouth last night... It's really a restless night."

He hurriedly read the newspaper, bought a few pies for breakfast, and ate while walking, and came to the Hunter's Bar.

When he saw the bar sign again, William didn't know why, and he felt a little more at ease in his heart.

"Boss, good morning."

Pushing the door into the bar, William saw Aaron and hurriedly bowed to salute "What happened last night...Thank you!"

"Well, it's basically solved. Thanks to your bait effect, the harvest is good."

Aaron, who has obtained a "red" remnant of inhuman existence, is drinking a cup of hot cocoa and looks good.

William breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw that Aaron was drinking hot cocoa, a smile appeared on his face.

—It’s not coffee. Today, I don’t have to do coffee divination and interpret the weird symbols.

After he walked into the bar obediently, he became busy.

As for the grammar school curriculum?

Life is almost gone. Of course, work first and please the boss!

When William was graciously holding the mop and mopping the floor, Aaron drank the hot cocoa slowly and said, "That club, you don't want to go in the future, they shouldn't come to provoke you again... As for the blood of death. ', it will probably stop for a while."

The Bloodsuit Club is just a club. Although Quentin may be a member of the Gourmet Association, his current status is only ‘missing’. It is still unknown how long it will take to confirm the death, find the enemy, and evaluate the enemy’s strength.

Even when it is discovered that the enemy is inhuman, it is unnecessary to think about whether or not to fight for an ordinary member. Quentin is not worth it.

As for the "Blood of Decline and Death", losing an inhuman existence inexplicably will take a long time.

The most important thing is that, because Aaron started quickly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com killed it cleanly, and didn't even leave any clues for divination, they couldn't even find the murderer!

"After all, I wear a mask when I go to Black Queens. Halsey, professors and others who know my identity will not take the initiative to disclose information... And William is a spokesman for a craftsman, what does it have to do with the bar owner? Of course... There are also suspicions of, and there may be temptations later, but I am worried that there are no other leeks to cut." Aaron had a slight expectation in his heart.

"Is the organization that has blood feuds with my family originally called'Blood of Decline'? ... I feel relieved if the boss is there." William was in a complex mood and looked around, and thought of Isabeth inexplicably. .

At this time, he realized how ignorant and ridiculous he was when he wanted to establish a cult and develop members.

‘But Isabel has a great figure, especially the hip line...’

William swallowed his mouth, ‘Well, it’s okay to teach, but Isabette can still be a good friend, it’s even better to become a bed partner...’

As a young man, a physically healthy young man, it is normal to think about these things.

William actually had this idea for a long time, of course, he did not think about marriage.

It is normal for two men and women who are working hard in Pulmouth to comfort each other and keep warm.

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