The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Walking side by side on the street with Brother Cheap, Sisley felt a long-lost...fear.

This kind of fear made Sisley restless, even the sun was pale and cold, pouring on her body, but without the slightest warmth.

The more she walked forward, the more Sisley noticed that everyone on the street had a strange expression and turned their heads back secretly after she passed by.

His gaze quietly became denser behind her, until Sisley gradually caught a footstep, which sounded messy at first, and then overlapped with hers, step by step, as if stepping on her shadow.

She lowered her eyes, gritted her teeth restrainedly, and wrinkled the sleeves of Brother Cheap with her fingertips.

Naturally, Jason could feel the strength of her pull, and couldn't help but turned his head and gave her a strange look.

"Good morning, what would you like to order today?"

A question came from the intercom over the window.

"Two hamburgers." Jason said, "Another Coke and French fries. You..."

Last night, the image of the blond girl slightly parting her lips and teeth under the moonlight suddenly appeared in front of him, causing Jason to stop asking her what she wanted to eat, and turned around.

"We have small, medium and—"

"Well, it's all in big portions."

Jason directly interrupted the other person, ready to pay.

As the sunlight passed through the line of his arm, Sisley's eyes followed that line unconsciously at first. Suddenly, a frightening premonition flashed in her mind.

She stretched out her hand in vain, but the invisible pressure in the air suddenly increased, as if a certain part of her body was sealed in a vacuum at that moment.

Abaddon...?

Sisley's pupils constricted, and she trembled slightly, she opened her mouth but couldn't breathe, her lungs were rejecting oxygen.

———After Mephisto, the connection between her and Abaddon was also broken.

"let go."

Sisley heard the impatient voice of Brother Cheap coming from far away, "I can't help you like this... wallet..."

————She froze in place, trembling violently.

Jason finally realized what was wrong.

"Hello, hello?" He lowered his head and shook the blond girl's shoulder twice.

Through the gap between the hat and the scarf, Jason saw a small face drenched in cold sweat.

"damn it."

He took a deep breath.

"...Cain?" Peter froze in place and called out in a trembling voice.

After a while, the reassuring voice of the young man came from the darkness.

"Here I am." Abaddon replied softly.

A pair of hands took Peter's hand, and the little spider trembled from head to toe. Before he could blush, he groped his hands from head to toe.

Cain's skin was silky and smooth, his knuckles were slender and even, and the back of his hand was frighteningly thin, but it was a circle bigger than Peter's own hand.

—————This is indeed a black-haired youth, not some ghost to frighten him.

After confirming this point, Peter first relaxed slightly thankfully, then came back to his senses, and grabbed the hands with greater strength than before.

"What are we going to do now? Why can't I see anything clearly?" The more he was afraid, the more he spoke, throwing out questions one after another like popcorn.

"Do not be afraid."

The black-haired young man comforted him in a low voice, speaking every word very convincingly, "I will find a solution."

Peter nodded frantically at first, and then realized that Cain couldn't see, so he said "um" a few times to express his affirmation.

In the dark, the senses of the young superhero have also become extraordinarily sharp.

He heard the rubbing sound of the clothes when the black-haired young man approached, the low breath in his throat when he spoke, his breathing was smooth but not rapid, and he could smell the faint cedar fragrance of the young man, as if he was approaching a softly crafted statue. Wooden crafts.

"Let's go."

The lord of hell lowered his head, held Peter in the dark, and confirmed that he would not lose the little spider due to an accident, and then began to explore the way forward.

"........."

The temperature in the palm of the black-haired young man was as gentle as his own. Peter was pulled forward step by step by him, and even the fear of losing his vision was greatly reduced.

Cain was a head taller than him, and the black-haired young man obviously looked much thinner than normal people, but he realized that was not the case when he got closer.

Usually when going out with him, Peter would habitually put himself in the role of a protector, watching over his old, fragile and melancholy new friend at any time, but this time, in the dark, the black-haired young man held his wrist very easily. stable.

He just took a quick step and stood in front of Peter, but the little spider somehow felt that Cain could indeed protect him.

———— This feeling reassured Peter.

He counted the steps quietly in his heart, one, two, three, four, five, six.

Cain didn't stop.

Peter hastily tugged at the black-haired young man's hand.The other party stopped in cooperation, and the faint scent of cedar wafted back to Peter's nose, letting him know that Cain was approaching.

"This is not inside the library."

Suppressing the excitement and panic in his heart, Peter quietly reported his discovery to Cain.

"The last time we came in, I counted. Normally speaking, we should hit the front shelf at this time."

"Different space."

Abaddon judged immediately.

There was one word that he lingered on the tip of his tongue but didn't really say: Trap.

The Lord of Hell summoned the game system in the usual way, but the light screen did not appear.

Just trying it once is enough for Abaddon to confirm the current situation.

Huge goat horns rose briefly from the shadows, and the lord of hell broke free from "Cain"'s slightly weaker body for him, and scanned the darkness that covered the senses.

Useless.

Even with seventy to eighty percent of the power, the darkness here still cannot be swallowed.

In this environment, the smell of evil becomes the best guide.

Abaddon held the little spider's wrist firmly until the first ray of light pierced the darkness and faintly stopped in front of him.

The stench suddenly increased here, and the human groans also spread along with the candlelight, stopping in front of Abaddon and Peter.

———— Something is wrong here.

The lord of hell turned back silently, looked at Peter for a few seconds, and saw from the latter's eyes that he was extremely vigilant about the scene in front of him.

-----I know.

Peter's look was enough to answer Abaddon.

The trembling, jumping ray of light rested on the wall, outlining the long shadows dancing around it.

Even the most moth-like light in the darkness can't bring the slightest emotion that symbolizes peace of mind.

The interior of the library has completely changed. A huge empty hall appeared out of thin air. The space seemed to be stretched and distorted, and the vault was dark and unreachable.

The distorted shadows of those dances never stopped, and they were still singing something in their mouths. After observing for a while, Peter couldn't help but slowly exhale the air in his chest.

————The next second, a silver dagger inlaid with bone spurs was thrown at him.

Little Spider:! ! !

The spider sensor gave an early warning at that second, Peter's hair suddenly rose, and he dodged backwards at the highest speed. Abaddon, who had expected it long ago, lifted his collar and pressed his head in the opposite direction quickly and accurately.

Peter:? ? ! !

He was puzzled at first, and then he heard a whirling "buzzing".

Peter paused for a few seconds in this extremely embarrassing "eagle catching chicken" position, and suddenly felt a pain on his face, which was a bit hot.

He casually touched upwards and touched sticky blood.

If the black-haired young man hadn't held him back to hide just now, then at this moment, the dagger would have penetrated deeply into the back of Peter's head.

"Cain, is that them?"

Regardless of being exposed, Peter stood up straight from the black-haired young man's arms and asked anxiously.

"It's what they made, and stand back to back with me."

Abaddon confirmed his statement without lowering his tone.

There was a coldness in his voice that Peter had never heard before.

In just two sentences, this group of people in black cloaks surrounded Abaddon and Peter. Led by the leader, the circle gradually narrowed.

"Two lambs."

The leader's voice was extremely rough, as if the sound system had been burned out by charcoal.

"Two lambs!"

The believers behind him repeated together.

When the encirclement narrowed to within five steps, the leader took off the hood first, and looked at Abaddon maliciously.

After him, the faces of the group of heretics also appeared, and they took off their hoods in unison.

The dense tattoos covered their facial features, and Abaddon could only feel an extreme stench from them, just like the Doctor Lecter he had met.

However, unlike ordinary demons like Dr. Lecter who don't know the existence of ghosts, the surroundings of these heretics are clean, only the smell of rotting bones lingers for a long time.

"What a crime."

In the darkness, the little spider suddenly heard the whisper of the black-haired youth.

When the leader rushed forward with a smirk, Peter also jumped high, using the spider silk to firmly stick him to the ground; before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the leader's tower-like figure disappeared from the ground.

The spider sensor suddenly called the police, and Peter's instinct was faster than his brain, and he flashed to the side fiercely. At the same time, the leader appeared like a ghost, holding four terrifying spikes for bloodletting in his hand.

"Wow!"

Peter screamed, and passively turned on the chatter mode, "What the hell is that? You haven't brushed it for decades, right? How did you make it so sharp? Is there any special manufacturing process? Who is it, mind revealing?"

The attack was dodged, and the opponent didn't feel that the failure was going anywhere, but gave a low laugh, like a monster.

Looking at the mottled rust and blood stains on it, the little spider had no doubts that if he was called in, he might have to get vaccinated for half a year.

Since this trick didn't work, Peter simply shot the spider web twice, tied up the leader, pulled him violently in front of him, and kicked the leader hard in the stomach.

This was solid, as if he had kicked on a steel plate, Peter put out a pain mask, and the leader vomited violently, spitting out black blood all over the floor.

"It's a good practice." Peter said sincerely, "Let's have a discussion, can you lie down honestly? I have to help my friend——"

The leader snorted and rushed forward again.While paying attention to the pool of black blood that started to squirm, Peter also paid attention to the battle situation on Cain's side.

The black-haired young man doesn't seem to need him to worry too much. He can manipulate the ring of fire with both hands and bind the heretics firmly in it.

Looking at his back, as soon as Peter lost his mind, the leader who was pressing down on his knees found an opportunity.

The man broke free explosively, and before Peter could stop him, he punched the ground hard.

In the next second, a big pit appeared under the black-haired youth's feet. He almost had no time to struggle, and fell vertically.

"Do not!!"

Peter almost stopped breathing at that moment, he stretched out the spider web desperately, and barely reached the corner of the black-haired youth's windbreaker, but it was not enough, the black-haired youth was still falling———

The darkness suddenly shattered, shattering into broken glass on the ground, and the real light rushed in madly, illuminating Peter's ecstatic expression.

Below the pothole, a red cloak catches the speed of the black-haired young man's fall, and is swaying him up, even touching the young man's pale and handsome face with the corners of the cloak.

For some reason, Peter always felt that he saw some kind of wonderful [Muffling——] on this cloak.

A figure entered against the light, and this overly humane red cloak quickly put down the black-haired young man, and flew back to its real owner.

Doctor Strange glared at it secretly, and his voice was cold as he glanced at the horrific battle situation here.

"This is not where you should be."