A vague smile crept up the corners of Howlen's mouth, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, lazily like a short-eared cat basking in the sun, his idle and casual expression exuded a sense of relaxation from the inside out, even if he was being coerced at this time, he did not notice the panic and crampedness at all.

Not to mention fear.

"I've shared information, so now it's your turn, how the hell did you find the Umani church, and how did you notice me?"

In just a few back and forth, Holden completed the reversal of the anti-guest situation, the iceberg in front of him looked cold and sharp, but he could still faintly catch a little greenness between his eyebrows, and when he looked at it roughly, he should be about the same age as Holden - that is, eighteen or nineteen years old.

In the face of Horden's rhetorical question, he was silent for a moment, but refused to compromise, and still asked at his own pace, "You just said that you were the only one when Viscount Philo's private residence woke up? Are you sure?

This time, it was Holden's turn to remain silent.

Hoden still maintained that lazy smile, as if he hadn't woken up, and quietly cast his gaze.

The arm of the iceberg in front of him pressed forward suddenly, and a thunderbolt the thickness of a finger jumped over, Holden's muscles stiffened again, the whole tingling sensation was very obvious, and the part of the arm that was connected to the shoulder could even feel a faint twitch, not sure if it was because the other party had increased his power, or because his body was overloaded.

Hodden gritted his teeth, but without the panic of the first electric shock, his jaw line stiffened slightly, and even his voice became slightly hoarse, "You refuse to trust a stranger, so why do you think that I should trust a stranger? I'm not even sure what you have to do with Samuel." ”

"Because you don't have a choice. Bingshan's face turned cold, and he raised his hand to prepare to electrocute Hoden again.

No, Horden took a step forward without warning, grabbed the opponent's left hand with his right hand, and at the same time quickly pressed his left hand against the opponent's waist.

Bingshan could clearly sense that he was suppressed, and there was a cold tingling sensation in his left hand—could it be the ice attribute spiritual energy? his fingertips were temporarily numb, so that there was no way to complete the spiritual energy casting action, and he felt a sharp hard object on his waist, which seemed to be able to pierce his skin at any time.

"Careless!"

A trace of panic flashed in his mind in an instant, he originally thought that he had the upper hand, but his attention did not keep up slightly, and the other party regained the initiative.

Howlen could clearly perceive that the muscles of the iceberg were stiffening, and the feeling of depression that was so tight that it could explode at any moment burst into a wave of anger - imperceptible on the surface, but the volcano hidden under the iceberg was bubbling and boiling.

But in Howlen's view, he is not worried about the other party's outburst, on the contrary, he thinks it is a good thing - facing a cold-blooded and ruthless machine is the most difficult.

Then, Horden slowly pressed forward, the two faces gradually approached, and the dangerous alarm bell sounded in his mind, but he saw Horden's head slightly tilted, leaning against the other party's ear, and at the same time, the sharp hard object in his left hand pushed forward again, and his hoarse voice was like a ship sailing in the vast ocean late at night.

"Be careful, we're all dancing on the tip of the knife. In my opinion, if you are really Samuel's family or friend, then we should be on the same side. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, Holden's right hand pulled out the opponent's left hand and pulled it hard, carried it over his shoulder, and quickly cut his right foot behind his feet, pulled and pulled, and simply put the other party to the ground;

Because Holden knew that his little bit of carving insect skills would soon be revealed, the iceberg would immediately realize that the anti-guest just now was actually just a bluff:

His left hand was unarmed, still his key, not sharp enough and not strong enough, and his right hand was not able to use psionic combat flexibly, but it was just a whimsical attempt, first wrapping the opponent's fist with the water element, and then concentrating on the temperature of the water.

In fact, he tried to simulate the effect of a refrigerator or a lake in winter, where water and ice must have the same thing, but he didn't know if he would succeed himself, he just used his imagination to the fullest.

The audacity made an attempt, and even if it succeeded, the effect would not last long, because there was no real damage at all.

How do I use my psionic energy to fight?

Horgan didn't know anything about it now, and the little tricks back and forth, that is, one or two tricks, were like magicians who couldn't make a living person after all.

Paper tigers, one poke and break. If it weren't for the dexterity of his hands and feet and the tripping of the opponent with physical attacks, I don't know what would have happened next.

Stomp and tread.

Stomp and tread.

Stepping on the sound of rain and water, the iceberg lay on the ground with a stunned face, half a beat slower, and he also noticed that the tingling sensation of his fist was just an illusion;

"Phew. ”

Then, the figure disappeared.

"Smack. ”

The iceberg also lay back in the water, clenched its right hand into a fist, and slammed the floor once.

......

Samuel?

Tailor shop?

Searching through the fragments of memory in my mind, the events not only did not become clear, but became more and more blurred: because the puzzle pieces hidden behind it were gradually expanding.

Given Holden's family situation, it was impossible for him to go to the tailor's shop to order a suit—and there was no demand, so what was the reason for going to the tailor's shop? Or rather, for what purpose?

At the same time, outside of Holden, Samuel is also missing, so is Samuel dead? Or did Samuel escape the same death as he did? If so, where was Samuel killed? Is that why the mastermind behind the burning of the private mansion? And are there other victims besides them?

At this time, Holden's memories were still very fragmentary, and even the name "Samuel" still seemed unfamiliar, and he was not sure if he really knew each other.

The fog is getting thicker, but clues are still limited.

But Hordon became more and more calm, as long as things have happened, he will definitely be able to leave traces, and he only needs to connect the clues little by little, and his memories and the truth of the facts can surface, and the most important thing now is not the truth, but to go home.

More than the truth, Hoden was more curious about whether the pattern under his body was related to the portal of time and space.

If he could, he would not hesitate to open the door of time and choose to go home, then the truth of the fire and the conspiracy behind it would no longer matter.