Whispering Poems.

Chapter 78 Blood Mist

The evening wind that passed through the grape trellis made Xia De, who escaped from death, tremble uncontrollably. Even a ring warlock whose head exploded like a watermelon would definitely not be able to live.He sat there motionless and looked at the scene in front of him, and the voice in his ear murmured:

[I thought you were going to roll the dice and try to turn it around by throwing another 20. 】

"No, I'm not going to gamble on luck. I just use the action of throwing dice to force him to shoot, otherwise once he becomes cautious and uses other methods to kill me, I will really go to see the god of death. Speaking of which, last time I rolled 20. It's because of the counterattack [the puppeteer's script], so if the Blood Spirit School sends the script sheet again, can you still help me?"

【certainly. 】

The woman chuckled in Shad's ear, still sweet.

A stiff smile appeared on Xia De's face, and his mood gradually calmed down.Still sitting there, he said to himself in his heart:
"I'm not trying my luck. Since it's called the gun of kindness, and it can't kill suicides, then with my luck tonight, it might work in the opposite situation."

【Do you have any other plans? 】

"The original plan was to fake death, but whether fake death can hide from the other party depends on luck."

After saying this, I took another deep breath and let out a breath, and then I felt that I could control my body that was numb from the fear of dying.The back was actually soaked wet, and when the breeze of the summer night blew, the body couldn't help shaking.

Shade stood up, feeling like he was alive again than when he sat down a few minutes ago.Calmly and cautiously, he scrubbed the dice with the headless corpse's clothes, and put it back into his pocket along with the ring and the silver moon orb.

When I took back the [Gun of Kindness] in the corpse's hand, I found that blood had soaked into the bullet casing of the gun, revealing a circle of small inscriptions that were not found before—

Don't hurt yourself, don't hurt anyone.

"Ha~"

He smiled dryly, and now his face and half of the front of his shirt were covered in blood, but he didn't forget to take the [Puppeteer's Script] from the stone table.

The cortical writing of the small book appears to be blood-sucking, and thus is not contaminated.It's a pity that the first nine pages have already been used, and the previous sentence was even blacked out in order to prevent the holder from discovering the previously used content.

Shade shook his head, took the small book in his hand, did not deal with the bloodstains and brains on the ground and tabletop, dragged the headless corpse away from the grape trellis with one hand, turned and walked into the maze of the garden.

Being blown by the night wind, my brain was completely awake, and after the feeling of panic and calm disappeared, I thought with a sense of loss:
"I must gain power, and never risk my life again. Afterglow of God, the power of ring warlock, I will get it!"

[I will bless you, foreigner. 】

He grabbed the corpse and walked into the grass behind the hedge, but did not continue to walk. After all, the blood on the ground could not be hidden.

Xia De sat down, sitting next to the corpse, breathing in the breath of green grass, recovering his physical strength, and thinking about what he could do.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the grass before he heard footsteps approaching. Before he could stand up, he saw Miss Anat, who had just left a few minutes ago, pushed aside the fence and appeared in front of him.

The short brown-haired female fortune-teller tilted her head to look at the headless corpse, and then looked at Xia De, who was wearing a shirt with blood all over his face, and frowned slightly with light makeup on.

"I didn't kill anyone."

Shard, who was sitting next to the corpse with the gun in his hand, said he noticed that his voice had returned to its normal state.Fear is far away, he is just thirsting for power now.

Miss Anat glanced at the corpse again, raised her eyebrows in surprise:

"Although he doesn't have a head, judging from his attire, this person seems to be a heart collector of [Blood of Mercury]. He actually died in your hands. What have you done in the past ten minutes?"

"It's only been ten minutes? It's very complicated to explain. It's a story of revolvers and luck. It's probably more complicated than the matter itself. If you want to hear it, I can make a long story short."

He said, but Miss Anat with purple eyes shook her head:

"Then don't need to say it for the time being, something happened in the mansion, and we need your help."

Handing out his hand to Xia De, Xia De looked at the blood on his hand, didn't have the embarrassment to contaminate other people's hands, and finally shook his head and chose to stand up by himself.

"Can you fortune tell me that I am here?"

He asked while looking at the mansion in the distance. In the dim night, there seemed to be an extremely thin blood-colored halo surrounding it unknowingly.Not only that, after he activated the [Echo of Blood], he actually found that there were traces of bleeding in the air, which was a blood mist that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.The Lakeview Manor mansion seemed to be wrapped in a huge blood-colored cocoon.

In the special field of vision, he seemed to see a huge and deep shadow crawling over the mansion, and the blood-colored blurred beam of light connected to the depths of the dark night sky.

With a muffled groan, he immediately closed the spell, just a glance just now, his head was buzzing.This feeling is familiar to him. It is the breath of God, and the power generated by the ritual itself is amazing enough.

"No, it's because the smell of blood is too strong here. I'm here to try my luck. Originally, I wanted to catch a cat and help me. Detective, now change into the clothes of the corpse and put on this mask, I don't have time for you rinsed."

The headless corpse's burgundy suit is not obvious even if it is stained with blood, while the mask is a wooden utensil formed by the twisted branches after Miss Anat caressed the flowers.

"Has the evil god descended?"

Shade asked, feeling the speed of his heart beating, and looking at the mansion with his naked eyes, he could only see darkness shrouded there.Secluded and mysterious, Lake View Manor seems to have completely changed at this moment.

"Not yet, we've met that Lady La Soya, or Mr. Lasoa. He's the Ring Warlock of the Six Rings, and now the Doctor, the Priest, and Dorothy have trapped him, or been trapped by him. I need help. "

"It's really bad luck."

he thought to himself.

Shade imagined the dangers of entering the mansion.He could choose to leave, but he couldn't watch all the friends he had just met die.Now that he has become a ring warlock, he must be prepared to face danger, and he will not escape.Always escaping, sooner or later he will have a time to escape:
"I'll go with you."

At this moment, his mood was surprisingly calm, and even the subconsciously curved corners of his mouth were a little pleasant. He knew that he had made the right choice.Even if he really died in the mansion tonight, he would not regret this decision.

Miss Anat observed the detective's expression, and the fortune-teller understood Xade's mood now:

"This is the life of a ring warlock. Once you set foot on the supernatural and mysterious, you can't go back. Detective, maybe you just experienced the choice of life and death not long ago, but now forget about it for the time being, sorry, although it is very dangerous, but You are about to go through life and death again with me. Your story, you can tell us after tonight."

"Will the evil god come? Also, I noticed that there are traces of the ritual in the garden."

Xia De asked, changed his clothes and put on a mask, and walked out of the grass with the heroic Miss Anat, who shook her head in the moonlight, her purple eyes seemed to glow:

"I don't know if the evil spirits have descended. We can only do what we can do. The descending ceremony is very big, and the layout of the garden is very peripheral. It's not important. The important thing is the third floor of the mansion. Come with me, detective. "

Only the headless corpse was left lying in the grass behind the hedge, the clouds drifted from a distance to cover the three moons, the galaxy no longer flickered, the headless corpse was gradually covered by shadows and blood mist, here again Calmness and peace were restored.

　PS1: 1W has been collected, and it has been adjusted to 13 updates (2K) on the shelves.Now that it has been received, I don’t know when it will be on the shelves. There may be a chance that if you are lucky, there should be an initial order of 1K. This kind of result can be written down.The last book was the first book from 1K to 8K, which was written in 500W words, so there is no need to worry about the author running away.

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