The Fantastical Beasts at World's End

The moment Ye Zhao saw the door appear, Ye Zhao tensed his nerves. This method is too familiar. A few hours ago, that monster disappeared just like that. Could it be that it came back again?

Luo Xiaochen almost wanted to growl: "What the hell is it going to end! Come again!"

Xia Zhiming subconsciously reached out to touch the gun, but the moment his fingers touched the holster, he suddenly remembered that he was out of bullets.

When the black shadow jumped out, the three of them instinctively took two steps back.

Just like a long-distance traveler, he originally thought that the end point was ahead, and he only needed to walk a few more steps to reach it. At that time, the hope that was close at hand could calm down the exhaustion, and even make people feel stronger in the last few steps. Keep your spirits up and walk like flying, but when you finally reach the marked place, you find that it says "Turn over another mountain". In just a moment, all the hard work and pain that you have tried to ignore before will be brought together, and you will feel suddenly I was exhausted for a while, and couldn't take another step.

Even Xia Zhiming and Luo Xiaochen felt like they were out of strength, not to mention Ye Zhao, who had experienced two thrilling battles in succession.This time, he just felt that his waist could no longer bear more pain. No matter how strong his will was, he couldn't ignore the sharp pain running down his back and all the way to his brainstem. Nervousness, and the mind of the person became confused into a pot of water under the stinging pain, bubbling and bubbling, misty and confused.

The three of them leaned against the thick tree trunk, staring at the black shadow——

It landed in a very calm posture, wrapped in black smoke, with a slight curl, which made it even have an elegant feeling, as if it had come out of ink, with wet ink stains on it.The long hair exploded slightly with the movement, looking mighty and oppressive.Behind him was a long whip-like tail, swaying from side to side around the curling black smoke, at a slow speed, which seemed a little careless.The black mist covered most of its face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, half-closed, the crimson pupils were dangerous in the darkness, and there was a hint of playful meaning.

Xia Zhiming opened his lips slightly, spit out words from the corner of his mouth, and asked Ye Zhao in a very small voice: "That monster before?" Then from the corner of his eyes, he saw Ye Zhao's left hand placed by his side, stretched out an index finger, and shook it left and right twice.

no?So what's going on?Xia Zhiming frowned, and saw Ye Zhao shook his head lightly again, and then said in a low voice, "This one is very different from the previous one, it seems that the purpose is different..."

The monster stood there looking at them calmly, his eyes swept over the three of them one by one, and stopped when he saw Xia Zhiming, his eyes were slightly closed, staring at him quietly, the meaning in his eyes was unpredictable well.Xia Zhiming clenched his fists unconsciously. To be honest, it was not a good experience to be looked at with weird eyes by such a monster whose strength was unknown but obviously stronger than all of them.

All of a sudden, the monster, whose purpose had been unknown and not moving at all, froze, like a hunter who had had enough of teasing his prey, and finally aimed at the prey's forehead—the hair all over his body suddenly exploded, and the entangled black smoke Along with the hair, it spread out, like smoky living tentacles, curling up and attacking around the monster, and all the trees that came into contact with it shrank and died immediately.

Before Ye Zhao and the others had time to react, the smoke wrapped around their bodies quickly. Their limbs were tightly bound and they couldn't move. Almost completely breathless.The black smoke slowly climbed up their necks along their chests, wrapped around twice, and then tightened suddenly——

Ye Zhao only felt that all the oxygen was cut off, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious with the tighter and tighter neck. The anxiety of lack of oxygen made people wish they could tear open their chests and let air in directly.He reached out to pull the thing around his neck, but found nothing. The black smoke had real strength, but it had no shape at all.

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and even the pain from the previous wound disappeared, leaving only the inextricable bondage on the neck, which could not be grasped or touched.

"I heard that someone among you hid a good thing?" Ye Zhao heard a deep voice slowly saying in a blur, with a slightly rising end, in a completely playful tone, as if it was just playing a game in order to get a toy.

He managed to open his eyes, but the physiological water mist made him unable to see clearly. He could only see a vague outline, no longer the appearance of a monster, but a person——

A tall man, wrapped in black mist, rising from the soles of his feet, like a black manjusawa growing upwards, entangled and enveloping his whole body, only a slender body and a broad chest can be vaguely seen. shoulders, and a pair of dark red eyes gleaming with blood.

The strength on his neck suddenly loosened, and Ye Zhao lost his strength instantly, but because of the strength of the black mist still wrapped around his hands and feet, he stood limply. He lowered his head and inhaled air in big gulps. Accompanied by a severe cough, his neck It was flushed red, and you could even see the meridians emerging from the exertion.

The coughing was so violent that his temples twitched, and then he started beating with the rhythm of his heart. In a daze, Ye Zhao heard Luo Xiaochen who was at the side finally recovering from his cough, and asked in a hoarse voice. : "What good stuff?"

Before the man wrapped in black mist could answer, Xia Zhiming suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

The man was silent for a while, and suddenly snorted softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is... I want to borrow what you have to play."

Ye Zhao repeated Luo Xiaochen's question: "What do you want?"

The dark red eyes flashed in the black mist, and said, "A... dagger?"

The three of them frowned, and none of them spoke, but their thoughts were about the same——

How did he know about that dagger?

What does he want an ordinary-looking dagger for?

A moment of hesitation resulted in another suffocation, the black mist around the neck was tightened again, and the hard-won oxygen was cut off again.They felt their feet vacated, and the strength on their necks directly lifted them up.

The hands and feet can't move at all, and most of the weight of the whole body is carried by the strength of the neck. In addition to suffocation, there is even a feeling that the head will be separated from the body in the next second.

Ye Zhao opened his mouth in the confusion of consciousness, but couldn't say anything.

Suddenly, a long roar full of anger resounded, resounding through the entire mountain forest, shaking the branches of the trees "rustling" and trembling.Then a strong gust of wind blew by, and accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, the three of them were thrown aside at once. Almost only let out a muffled groan, and then passed out, lost consciousness, and fell into deep darkness.