Watching the two "faceless people" who had mistaken him for his parents walk towards him stiffly, Al struggled to calm his inner turmoil, and he secretly warned himself to stay calm.

"What the hell are you two doing, and why are you pretending to be my parents?"

El watched out for the two odd creatures as he slowly backed away until an emerald green tree blocked his way back.

"Pretending to be a stupid child, we are your parents! Why? I was so affectionate just now, and after a while I pretended not to know you. ”

"The faceless man" said with a smile, puzzling where the sound came from.

"No, it can't be, although I haven't seen my parents in real shape, but it's definitely not a faceless guy like you!"

Al's eyebrows were upside down, and he took an attacking stance, ready to fend off a sneak attack at any moment.

"Blinded by the world, have you forgotten the pain that your mother went through when she gave birth to you, and if it weren't for the preservation of your young life, how could I have frozen to death on that cold and howling snowy night?"

"I warn you, stop pretending to be my mother. ”

"Al, I'm your mother," Faceless continued, ignoring Al's warning, "Come into Mommy's arms and let me hug you properly." ”

The young leaves that fell from the treetops to the ground turned rotten yellow under the trampling of the "faceless men and women", and their bodies rippled with a thick dead air towards the El.

Al lowered his head, his face was hidden by shadows, and no one knew Al's expression at this time.

He didn't say anything, but his whole body trembled, and his left arm, which had lost the cover of the "steel bone" armor, was red, and without the sealing power of the string of golden words, Al's left arm began to mutate again, and black sharp claws like spikes were growing between his fingers.

Dragons have reverse scales that will kill them if they touch them, and Al's reverse scales are the mother he has never met, but has left all his love to the newborn.

"I said you weren't allowed to blaspheme my mother!"

Al roared angrily, his eyes bursting with a terrifying red light, and his voice became sharp and piercing, like a monster breaking free from its shackles and screaming from the sky on a broken stone platform.

The roaring sound wave shook the grass and fallen leaves on the ground and slammed into the two "faceless men", but the flying stones and smoke came out directly when they touched the bodies of the two "faceless people".

They turned out to be nothing!

"Al, don't be angry, Mom and Dad will feel heartache if you do this to yourself. The "Faceless Girl" looks very contrived and cares about Al.

"Is it that blacksmith named Paul who is speaking ill of us in your ear?!" the "faceless man" feigned anger, "don't worry, in a few moments I will sew his foul mouth with wire and throw it into the forest to feed the wild beasts." ”

"Don't forget to knock his teeth off one by one, hehe," the "Faceless Woman" continued to fan the flames beside her, "I love hearing people's wails before they die." ”

"Are you two done?!"

Al's left hand had completely mutated into a blood-red "ghost hand" during the conversation between the "Faceless Man and Woman", and the black claws that were ten centimeters long protruded violently, and could even cut through the tree effortlessly.

"I don't care what you are, there is only one end to blaspheming my mother, and that is death!"

Al's hair was blowing in the wind, and they had grown a lot longer, and the red blood vessels spread from his left arm to almost his entire body, and even around Al's eye sockets were tiny red blood vessels.

"You can't kill us, Al, don't be delusional," the "Faceless Man" tone was playful, "We are one with you, you have me, I have you, if you want to kill us, you must kill yourself first." ”

"Well, do you dare? My darling, hahaha. ”

The words of the "Faceless Woman" ignited a fire in Al's heart.

"Die! bastard!"

A flood of power rushed from his heart to his limbs, and Al had never been so angry as he was today, but he had never been so excited as he was today, because he was shocked to find that he could unexpectedly mobilize the violent power sealed in the "ghost hand" on his own, and the feeling of being controlled before was completely gone.

The power gathered in his left arm made the surrounding air a little distorted and deformed, and the monstrous battle intent made Al feel as if he was the master of this primeval forest in a trance.

Unrestrained, Al was like a mad scarlet beast, he landed on all fours as if flying close to the ground, and with a loud bang, Al slammed his fist down on the two "faceless men".

A dull loud bang shook the entire area slightly, and a deep crater after the explosion suddenly appeared on the soft earth, white smoke and fallen leaves.

"Hit!" Al's voice was no longer as gentle as it used to be, sharp and eerie.

Al half-crouched on the ground, quickly retracting his fist, which was still changing shape, the bulging veins on it wriggling under the dirt.

"Bang bang", a burst of applause rang out from the white smoke behind Al.

"It's really worthy of being my good boy," the two "faceless people" walked out side by side, "That level of explosiveness really makes me a little impressed with you, it turns out that my child is not just a monster born with a disability, but also a monster with a lot of strength, hahaha!"

I saw that the bodies of the two "faceless people" who were originally shattered by El were put together little by little, and they returned to their previous appearance in a short time.

"As I said, you can't kill us, don't waste your efforts, Al. ”

"Just stay and stay with us, where you can not only have parents, but also control everything here, because here we are gods, we are the rulers!"

"Delusional! No matter who you are, neither of you two will want to get out of here alive today!"

The "ghost hand" Al suddenly laughed hysterically, the nonchalant word "monster" in the other party's mouth had completely annoyed Al, and today he must be fighting with these two unknown "faceless people".

The sharp claws cut through the bowl-thick logs along the way, and white smoke floated out from the rough fractures, and the momentum was no less than that of a sword forged by a famous craftsman, and even the ground showed signs of being torn apart.

El swooped out again.

"It's noisy!"

Suddenly, the sound of a trembling eardrum roared out of nowhere, like muffled thunder echoing above the clouds.

With the help of a thousand-year-old tree to stop the forward rush, Al vigilantly crouched on the ground, probing the source of the sense of crisis.

"Little guy, although Lao Tzu is temporarily sealed in your body, it doesn't mean that you can unscrupulously disturb Lao Tzu to sleep!"

The shocking voice came again, like thunder in the nine heavens, apparently addressed to Al.

Looking at the two "faceless men", who had no composure before, they seemed very afraid of the source of the voice, and kept looking up at the clear sky.

"Who are you?" "The Ghost Hand" Al is still in high spirits, "Are you here to challenge me too?"

“...”

"Why don't you speak again?" answer me!"

"Little ghost, you're not mistaken, if it weren't for the power given to you by Lao Tzu, you would have been kicked around as a ball by others with the three-legged cat moves you learned. ”

"What did you say?"

"You can't even tell if you're in a fantasy realm, you're good enough, it's far worse than your father!" the voice said nonchalantly, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about the faceless guy, he's just an impostor, a shadow that shines out of your heart." ”

"Who the hell are you lurking in my body for so long?!"

"Remember Lao Tzu's name, Binge! It's not your bald donkey teacher's 'red ghost', though I've thought it's a pretty good name lately. ”

The wind shuttled through the forest, the sparse shadows shook down, and as soon as the voice of the person who called himself "Bing" fell, the whole space was agitated.

Then, Al found that his body was out of control again, but the blood-stained sight did not appear, as if the guy had taken over his body, and he had now become a first-person spectator.

"Even if Lao Tzu's ability is sealed, these ants can't afford it!"

Al's body shot out at ten times and a hundred times the speed of before, and between the flashes of light and the shattering of the light, Al swooped down to the two "faceless people" who didn't even react in half an instant.

In the next second, Al saw the most shocking sight he had seen yet.

There was a brief pause, as if to tease the two arrogant and domineering guys, but they couldn't feel the broken shadow that flickered like the speed of light.

"Remember, boy, this is called a fist!" a voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Holy Fist Rush!"

The muscles of his left arm contracted to an unimaginable extent in an instant, and the blood in his veins rushed up as if it were boiling, followed by an overwhelming wind of fists and staggered red fist shadows, and the extremely oppressive fists slammed towards the "faceless man" with a frequency of almost a thousand attacks per second.

The wind flow tore through the space, the scenery around the fist was deformed and twisted, and the air was pulled away, and the fist of that magnitude was about to blast the "faceless man" into hell.

Under Al's gaze, the two poor fellows were instantly shattered into countless pieces by this fist, and they didn't even last a second before they were sucked into the broken spatial turbulence and crushed into the tiniest particles.

However, Binger's control of Al's body did not stop after one move, and the fierce red fist continued to tear through the air and pound the earth.

"What else do you want to do?!" Al couldn't help but ask in his heart.

"Do you a favor the size of a grain of millet to break through this illusion. ”

"Why do you want to help me?!"

"Because you're too noisy!

The dazzling brilliance made Al squint his eyes, and there was no loud noise that resounded through the sky, and after the brilliance, everything was silent.

In front of you, there is a sea of brilliant fireworks.

"I... I'm ..."

Al stretched out his hands a little tremblingly, the "steel bone" armor was still there, he was not "ghost-handed", and the room he was in was the prop room of the "Fraor" bar.

"Could it be that everything just now is an illusion..."

For a moment, Al even suspected that he was a little deranged, but after calming down, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"It was at that time," Al turned slowly, staring coldly at the leaking gap in the main entrance, "It turned out to be you... Thousand Foxes!"