Before Galen was away from the beginning of the dark thorns, Fukasaku from the East liked to pull him to drink with the gangrene, and the gangrene at that time was very particular about things, even when he was having fun, he would not exceed three cups. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But looking at the wine cups on the bar, I think he has changed a lot over the years.

Galen walked over slowly, sitting on the edge of the creep, the two of them drank in silence, as if time had turned back to the past, and behind them were the endless flow of people who were laughing, crying, and shining brightly.

When the wine had passed, the two of them walked in the night scene, and the drunken wind did not know what day it was, and then the gangrene said, 'Foster, let's go and see what it is.' ’

After that, the two went to the rooftop of the power supply building to have a silent and indescribable conversation with each other.

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Searching for the silver sight in the air, Griffith circled most of the island, only to find that the car loaded in Jiqing was circling along the western exterior.

When he was in Ji's house, he had imprinted Jiqing and Jiliang, and their bodies also had things left by the big demon to save their lives, such as the pale silver light film that Zero couldn't hold no matter what.

Guided by the sigil, Griffith easily followed the glow left by the sigil, but Galen also looked so fierce that he didn't seem to be able to catch it after a week of casting nets.

Griffith, who was sitting in a taxi, leaned against the window and guided the driver back and forth, and the crowd at midnight was decreasing, but it was still a long, long time before dawn.

The car drove from seven to about eleven p.m., when Griffith found that the silver thread that had been pulled in the air by the imprint was over.

The big demon paid for the taxi and looked up at the building of more than 20 floors.

The clock was midnight, and the wild cats next to the garbage cans deep in the alley were meowing and meowing. The small attic on the upper floors was sparsely lit, and the shadows of people cast reflections on the curtains.

The Great Demon took the elevator to the fifteenth floor, then turned to the safe passage and continued to walk up, and the sixteenth floor and above are now occupied by the thorns of the beginning of darkness.

Looking through the narrow gap in the stairwell to the entrance to the eighteenth floor, two men were smoking cigarettes and talking casually, and in the deeper place, there were crowds of people, and there seemed to be some people, but more often, there were cameras installed everywhere in the corridors.

Griffith walked slowly up, and the sound of footsteps alarmed the man who was smoking, and the two of them, the outer mercenaries of the Dark Thorns, came over and shouted, 'This is private territory, no entry'.

In appearance, both mercenaries were Asian, but they were tall and had a high nose, as if they were of Western European descent.

The big demon looked at the two of them with a confused face, and the expression looked like a tourist who had lost his way and struggled in, and perhaps it was a resident of the previous floor who had gone to the wrong floor.

The slender young man seemed to be unable to accept the fact that the building he had lived in for a long time was covered by people, he lifted his eyes with some excitement, suppressed the doubts and gossip in his heart, and approached the past in a posture that seemed as steady and careless as possible, but at the last moment he couldn't help but stretch out his head to look inside the door.

The two mercenaries guarding the door did not move, they were the mercenaries who had begun to be dark and thorny, and they were well-informed, so they could naturally see the faces hidden behind the young man's glasses. To tell the truth, with the progress of civilization and the redefinition of human lifestyles and external stimuli, more and more urban men and women are 'suffering' from a strange disease that likes to frantically peep into other people's privacy.

From the tail lines, candid photography, and gossip in the early years, to today's pathological excavation and disclosure of other people's privacy, investigations, doxing, imagination and scandals used only for public figures have now become more and more popular.

The man in front of him with his eyes looking like Sven Wen was obviously a deep 'victim' of this disease, his eyes were vaguely fanatical, and he walked over with a positive attitude, as if he wanted to say some questions halfway, but the other party's attitude was cold, showing a posture of not wanting to talk deeply. So he wanted to cover up something else, and then the topic turned to himself:

"Hey, my name is Xue Yijie, I live downstairs, everyone calls me Funny Bijie, we are neighbors......"

The slender, red-lipped and white-faced Sven man had already walked to the security door because of his heart. He glanced at the world behind the door with a quick flicker of his eyes, as if he wanted to understand the inner world of the owners of these floors below, but his gaze turned slightly, and two majestic chests like boars slowly closed, blocking his vision.

The young man was slightly stunned, disappointment had just emerged, and the next second he had changed to another reluctant look. His disguise was not clever, he looked like a clumsy actor, and the mercenary who had been dark and thorny slammed the security door with his foot, and the protective door was squeaked shut, and then gathered with cold and distant eyes.

The young man seemed to be about to speak, and the mercenary smoking had reached out and pushed at him......

The cigarette shredded in the slight trembling of the man's lips, and seemed to emit a subtle 'boom' sound. Thin smoke rose upwards, seeming to ripple between the man's breath and silhouette.

At that moment when the time gradually faded to gray, the man's rough five fingers slowly pushed through the air, and the consternation of the young man with eyes was still written on his face, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was about to speak.

In the extremely slow time of this palm advance, everyone's expressions are frozen, like frozen in the thousand-year-old amber, displaying fossils waiting to be seen.

However, in this almost silent time, the young man with eyes kept the appearance of wanting to speak. He blinked his eyes in vain, and his body broke through the shackles of time and regained its former vitality.

The demon walked around the smoking man with his outstretched hand like a stone statue, stretched out his palm and made a gesture between the man's neck, and then slashed down with his knife and slashed at the collarbone......

Spating, the hand knife cut back with the body, Griffith's mouth simulated the sound of the wind breaking the air, and the expression on his face was trying hard to interpret the hideous and ferocious, but the action was really unpleasant.

It looks like a playful child, learning the appearance of a hero on TV in the crowd, thinking that he is chic but actually clumsy turns, slapping the 'dummy' twice indiscriminately, and then calling it a day, frozen in the fantasy that he thinks is suave.

As the knife brushed the back of the second person's neck, the sound of the flesh's palm touching the bone spread, and the surrounding scenery suddenly came alive......

The world seemed to regain its vitality and color in an instant, and time moved forward with seven colors of light, just like the frozen river was washed away and melted in the spring, and the smoke and dust in the air finally rose in the air, and the voice of people was heard from afar, and the mercenary with the smoke in his mouth finally pushed over with his palm.

But the picture flashed, and the figure of the young man with his mouth open as if he was about to speak, and his face was stunned, dissipated like smoke. Then it spun through the two mercenaries at a speed like watching a fast-forward movie. The young man spun past, put away his hand knife and turned his back to the crowd, and in the slight contact between his body and his body, the two men behind him fell to the ground cleanly.

“DOUBLEKILL。”

The moment, as if the brief interval in which time had stopped, was actually an application of soul time.

The so-called soul time is literally the time spent by the soul, and this explanation is simple and straightforward, although not entirely correct, but it also points to the essence of the word - the time spent by the soul.

In the era of the Great Demon, there was a common perception or a hypothesis that the physical body of the material could be touched, and even knew each other, loved and killed each other, but the soul could never be touched.

The demons believe that everyone's soul exists in different time and space, isolated from each other, and has its own unique rules and algorithms.

Human lifespans can be long or short, and reactions can be fast or slow, which largely depends on the speed of time in the space where the soul is located. When a soul has lived long enough in the space it is in, it will naturally wither and die. And the external body, no matter how many years it has experienced, will die due to the withering of the soul, which causes the difference in life between people.

Of course, there is not much difference in the flow rate of soul space and time in a life form like a human being, and there is not much difference in life expectancy when the external material conditions are the same.

And the withering of the soul does not mean the end or death of the soul, it will enter a stage of renewal, which is a category that cannot be understood by the fleeting insight of mankind now.

However, as a causal beast, there is a big time gap between the soul of a human being, and he just used the increase of the dark bloodline, which is naturally sensitive to time and space, to consume cause and effect, and forcibly assimilated the soul time of the two gatekeepers of the Beginning Dark Thorn.

After he started to do it, he thought about it for a long time and created this method of 'slowing down time', but the effect was not satisfactory, and he could not use it on people with strong strength.

The little minions like the mercenaries on the periphery of the Beginning Dark Thorns are not qualified to let the big demon waste energy to amplify the tricks to solve it, he was originally used to test the effect of his new moves, but it turned out that his bad luck was not over yet, and the trick of assimilating the soul time of the human soul obviously needed more detailed adjustment and research.

Griffith's move of instantly 'killing' the two mercenaries looks very chic, crisp and neat, but the resources that Griffith uses in it have the power of the dim, the power of cause and effect, and the pressure of his own soul, which adds up to freeze two humans who don't have much strength or not much unconventional strength in just a few seconds, it is not difficult to imagine that in the face of stronger enemies, this move will become extraordinarily weak, and when encountering a person with a strong soul, there will be no chance of transforming the opponent's soul time.