Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

But no matter what the reason is, resisting death is always a biological instinct.

Kirchies hurriedly condensed his body and reshaped it by the wall. It was not a human being, it was a demon nearly three meters tall, with dark and evil skin, patterned goat horns on the top of its head, and a pair of huge fleshy legs behind it. Wing, burning light blue flames all over, exuding the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

The flames and sulfur were flying all over the sky, and when it was in full swing, the flower fell, and the lamp god sat on the bar, watching the fireworks with a smile on his face.

Klein stretched his hands forward, his left hand was noble black, it had just completed a twist, and the five fingers of his right hand were jumping, as if he was plucking invisible strings.

The demon's eyes were ablaze with scarlet flames, and its huge mouth opened, spitting out foul notes.

Light and shadow intertwined, figures flickered, pieces of paper flew, and desires turbulent, but all of this happened in just a few seconds. After a few breaths, the chaotic syllables were initially smoothed out by the conductor, and he grasped the key melody , the mind sank into the land of meditation, guiding the direction of the future.

Gilciès felt the stagnation of his thinking, he hit the enemy's mind with all his strength, trying to grasp even the slightest emotional fluctuation of the enemy, so as to plant the seeds, and then directly detonate the opponent's body, severely injuring the enemy, only to fight to the death to reverse the current crisis.

However, as time passed, Kirchies gradually felt a sense of despair that he hadn't felt in a long time. The adventurer on the opposite side didn't make any mistakes, and he was rushing towards the abyss quickly.

"If you can turn into a succubus, I can consider letting you live for a few more days."

The voice of the lamp god suddenly sounded from behind Klein.

Thoughts floated instinctively in Klein's mind.

What the hell is a succubus, with a hot body, a charming face, and a loving tail? Uh... a hybrid of a witch and a devil? Don't know if Frank is interested in this subject, no, no, I can't think about it, I have to keep calm.

What... is... a succubus...

Kirchies also heard the sound of one click and one click. Just as this idea came to his mind, he suddenly felt the fluctuation of the enemy's emotions.

Chance……

A few seconds later, nothing happened except the feeling of stagnation became more and more obvious.

"Bang bang bang!"

Trying their best to hide themselves, the trembling bodyguards suddenly shot at the two people in the middle of the bar like crazy.

Klein had no choice but to twist his left hand again, suddenly bent his body forward abruptly, followed by a round dance step followed by a beautiful leg lift, kicking away the bartender who stabbed him in the back with a table knife go out.

Klein stabilized his figure and detonated several fireworks in succession. Finally, Gilchies stopped struggling and put away his demon form.

He took off some clothes from the unconscious person lying on the ground and put them on himself, and then said to the lamp god, "Sorry, I won't become a succubus."

Gilchies followed Klein to the bar. Klein leaned forward slightly and looked inward. The bar owner was squatting in the corner, holding a used amulet, and kept mumbling about something.

Klein knocked on the bar and said in a deep voice, "Can you claim the bounty on your behalf?"

The bar owner shivered, looked up and saw the rumored crazy adventurer, not a devil, his heart was a little more stable, and he slowly stood up while supporting the wine cabinet.

...

After going to a clothing store, Klein re-purchased a set of formal suits for himself, and a set of servant outfits for Gilchies. He looked at the iconic purple lips of his first doll, Controlling him, facing the strange eyes of the people around him, he walked into a cosmetics store and bought a bunch of odds and ends.

With the red moon hanging high, Klein returned to his room in the hotel.

Klein, who had never used these items in his two lifetimes, even after tossing around for a long time, couldn't put on a recognizable and normal makeup for Gilciais.

When he was having a headache on how to dress up his secret puppet, Klein heard the sound of the door being knocked. Klein, who had been working all afternoon, did not get up and controlled the secret puppet to open the door.

Anderson came to inform Klein of the departure time of the boat ticket tomorrow. He went out in the afternoon to get some money and came back and waited at the hotel. During this period, he was almost choked to death by the water again.

"Good evening, how is the harvest today?"

Anderson suddenly became hoarse, took a step back instinctively, and put his hand on Death Fang's sword hilt.

He stared nervously at the person who opened the door, and from the twisted eyebrows and bright red lips, he recognized the appearance of the Undead King's second assistant "Slayer" Gilchies.

"My God, you are the symbol of knowledge and wisdom, please grant me the eyes to see the world, and see what this thing in front of me is!"

With a disgusted expression on Kirchies' face, he said under his throat:

"The master said, if you have nothing important to do, let me detonate your desire and let you die on a man's bed."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the crazy adventurer to make a joke."

"It's really unexpected. Kircies was turned into a puppet, and the face of the undead king was thrown into the Sonia Sea to feed the fish."

With a smile on his face, Anderson took out two tickets from his pocket and continued:

"I'll deliver the ticket."

He looked at Kirchies' ghost-like face, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You know, I'm an artist who loves painting, I can design a suitable image for your servant, let me in, I can't wait."

Klein sighed and put down the lipstick in his hand.

Kirchies stepped aside, and Anderson walked in beaming.

Klein chose the easy chair beside him to sit down, and at the same time controlled Gilchies to sit at the table where many makeup tools were placed.

Klein watched Anderson perm Gilcies' head with his bare hands, which reminded him of Steel Maveti's signature hairstyle.

Then, Anderson shaved off Kirchies' eyebrows. After one operation, Klein was surprised to find that his secret puppet had turned into a slightly darker one with a sallow complexion, dull lips, and a ridiculous instant noodle hair. The ordinary-looking middle-aged man was not someone he knew very well, so he couldn't recognize his original identity at all.

Anderson looked at the work in front of him with great excitement, and praised repeatedly: "I'm such a genius!"

Klein kicked out Anderson, who was still full of enthusiasm, and placed the sharp-eyed Gilshees in an imperceptible corner. Klein lay on the bed, thinking about leaving after Anderson changed his luck, and giving himself a gift after abandoning Gehrman's identity. How about a vest.

The quiet night was blown by the moist sea breeze, scattered in every corner of the island, one after another of the dreams swayed in the crimson, falling handfuls of detritus of life, melting into the vortex of fate.