The black stone in his hand was terrifyingly black, as if it had absorbed all the light around him.

It doesn't look like a stone, because it doesn't have the cold touch of a stone in your hand, and it shouldn't be metal, because you can't feel the coldness and hardness and luster that metal should have.

The stone gave Al a strange sense of familiarity, like an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Boss, how do you sell this stone?" Al raised the stone in his hand towards the sleepy old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at the stone in Al's hand for a long time before asking, "Where did you get this stone from?"

"Here. ”

Al gestured to the box beneath him.

"Fifty gold coins, no bargaining. The old man quoted a price and then lay down again.

Ding Ding Dong.

A pile of gold coins fell on the counter in front of the old man, exactly fifty, no more, no less.

This action made the old man suddenly open his eyes slightly and sit up, I don't know if it was because Al didn't bargain with him.

"Count, it's fifty gold coins. ”

The old man stretched out his trembling hand and counted it, and put one of the gold coins in his mouth and bit it, as if by this means to distinguish their authenticity.

"It's fifty. The old man said slowly, "But I seem to be mistaken, the original price should be fifty-five gold coins." ”

Al immediately added five.

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, take it away, you deserve it." ”

It was late when I got back to the dormitory.

But Al didn't want to sleep in the slightest, thinking about the strange stone he bought.

The stone was taken out and placed on the table, and the light in the room was bright, but when all the light fell on the stone, it was like rain dripping on a sponge, and it was instantly absorbed.

The stone, which does not reflect any light, is simply terrifyingly black.

Al casually picked up a knife in the room, and he thought the stone was so dark that something might be wrapped around it.

Aiming the tip of his knife at the surface of the black stone, Al carefully slashed down.

If there was something wrapped around the black stone, Ken would have revealed it after Al slashed it with the tip of his knife like this.

The tip of the knife rubbed against the surface of the black stone, and it was a very hard touch to El's hand, but it didn't make any sound.

"Is this—?"

After slashing with the tip of the knife, the surface of the black stone did not show any change, but the tip of the knife was a few millimeters shorter, and the tip of the knife, which had been sharpened a little, was now completely smoothed.

What a hard stone!

After trying with a knife and not getting anything worthwhile, the second way Al thought of it was fire.

Fire and sword.

These are the two most common weapons used by human beings in wars, hurting each other and destroying each other, and some philosophers say that these two weapons are actually gifts from the devil, just to make people kill each other and hate each other, and now from Al's appearance, it seems that what the philosopher said does have some truth.

If it were to be burned with fire, there would be no suitable place in this room, and there would not be so much combustible.

But Al soon had an idea of his own.

He held the black stone in the palm of his hand, and then silently, the black stone was suddenly completely enveloped in a pitch-black flame.

This black flame, also known as the 'Lightless Darkflame' by Al, is an ability he stumbled upon when he was very young.

This kind of flame looks completely different from ordinary flames, and when it burns, it does not emit a single light at all, and on the contrary, the flame itself is completely pitch black, so black that even in a dimly lit room, it is definitely the darkest being.

The Lightless Flame is completely different from an ordinary flame when it burns, once it is generated, it will not increase or decrease when burning, it is a constant small clump, but it will never be extinguished, until the substance it should be burned is completely incinerated into a cloud of ashes.

The temperature of this flame gradually rises when it burns, and the maximum distance it will reach is not known, because Al once used gold that is said to be real gold and is not afraid of fire to do experiments, and in about a minute, the gold will be completely melted into a puddle of gold liquid by the dull flame.

Knowing that Al could use this flame, Mayfair warned him not to use it lightly, especially to be careful not to be seen by others.

The last time he was in the Haunted Mansion, Al had to use this flame as a last resort.

Now that there is no one else in the dormitory, Al can use the Lightless Smolder without fear of being discovered.

The pitch-black flames burned on the pitch-black stones, and they were also bottomless darkness, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other in an instant, so much so that it looked as if the black stones had also turned into flames.

It was probably only burned for less than 10 seconds, and Al instantly felt the stone in his hand melt.

It was as if a piece of ice had turned into water in an instant, and Al didn't have time to react or stop it, he felt like a cold liquid was dripping from his hands.

Yes, ice-cold liquids.

Al could even clearly feel the temperature of the black flames on his hands, but the liquid dripping from his palms was cold and slippery.

However, this strange feeling did not last long, as soon the Lightless Flame burned out, and the black stone had completely dissolved into a cloud of black, cold liquid that landed in the palm of Al's right hand.

The black liquid was so strange that it moved as if it were alive, and soon completely enveloped Al's right hand.

Al stared at this qiē in a daze, and even forgot to stop it.

Now the right hand wrapped in black liquid is like wearing a black glove, because the shape of Al's original hand is extremely beautiful, and now wearing this black glove that completely outlines the shape of Al's hand, it looks indescribably evil and delicate beauty.

Al moved his fingers in turn, and the sensation from his hand was extremely smooth, and he could even clearly feel the cool of the night breeze blowing through the window into the room.

It seems that these black gloves don't exist at all.

Or rather, the black glove was completely part of Al's hand.

Wait, into a part?

Al suddenly had a novel and crazy idea.

He stretched out his index finger alone, closed his eyes and began to imagine his index finger starting to get longer, and then longer, and longer.

When he felt the end of his index finger touch something, Al opened his eyes.

The scene before him was full of unreality: the index finger of Al's right hand turned into a long, black strip, more than a meter long, against the wall.

Is this my finger?