What the hell was that?

An Ying stabilized her figure, and her heart sank.

A cold wind swept through the back of the neck, and an unsettling atmosphere permeated the deserted streets.

Call......

He took a deep breath, then exhaled again, carefully observing the movement around him and picking up his steps.

Suddenly, a strange man in a blood-red robe turned his back to An Ying, blocking his way home.

An Ying instantly felt like a great enemy.

This is the black shadow just now?

He stopped his pace uncertainly, and took a few steps backwards.

The back of the strange man's blood-colored robe was imprinted with a picture of black ink blood and tears.

This weird outfit, no matter how you look at it, looks like telling others that he is a bad person, for fear that others will not know.

The blood-robed man turned slowly, a viscous and wriggling cloud of turbid blood floating in front of him.

The strong smell of blood also hit his face at the same time, making An Ying frown.

Taking a few steps back, An Ying's vigilance increased a lot.

His intuition told him that the reason why this street was so deserted was because of the blood-robed man in front of him.

Now he must not fight hard with such a dangerous person, let's see if he can find a chance to escape.

The blood-robed man's eyes released a strange glow of blood, and he licked his lips: "I want you!" ”

An Ying's scalp is numb.

What bad line is this?

I'm a man!

I don't have any special fetishes!

The more he looked at the blood-robed man, the more terrifying he felt, and even felt a tightness somewhere in his body.

"The aura on your body is very special, not like an ordinary doom......"

Licking his lips again, the blood-robed man looked at An Ying with hungry eyes, and began to approach An Ying step by step.

An Ying continued to retreat step by step, and the two of them continued to advance and retreat for a while.

Sniffing with his nose, the blood-robed man who wanted to stop talking just now seemed to think of something, and he curled the corners of his evil mouth: "I understand, the breath on your body is the same as mine, and both of us have an immortal in our bodies that is ready to be born in the nether realm at any time." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, An Ying saw a trace of unwillingness in the evil smile of the blood-robed man.

"We are all pathetic vessels chosen by the Immortal, and we have to draw more filthy energy for the sake of the Immortal Birth.

At the moment of the immortal birth, you and I will be disemboweled, and become sacrifices for the extremely weak immortals after the birth to eat, and exert the last residual heat.

This damn fate! ”

The blood-robed man spoke louder and sharper the further back he went. His emotions became more and more unstable, and he became extremely angry.

An Ying understood why the blood-robed man in front of him was so angry, because he was unwilling to fall victim to the evil god descending to the nether realm.

An Ying didn't believe that he was some vessel for the evil god to descend to the Nether, because he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

But why did the blood-robed man in front of him say that he was also a vessel for the evil god to descend to the nether?

Maybe he was summoned by Erin in the Dire Witch's open-air temple, and he was left with some mark he couldn't detect under the pretense of the Dire Witch's evil god position?

I really couldn't understand this short period of time, An Ying temporarily put these behind him and stared vigilantly at the blood-robed man with an increasingly hideous expression.

"Instead of passively welcoming that cruel fate, let me drain your blood and die a dignified death, so that you will not be swallowed up by the immortal consciousness and life!"

The blood-robed man's eyes gradually crawled with intertwined blood, and the blood balls suspended in front of him released a whirlpool of suction force.

Under An Ying's gradually shrinking gaze, wisps of blood like silk threads were peeled away from the unhealed wounds on his body, and slowly floated towards the blood balls in front of the blood-robed man.

A tremor that had never been felt before that hit An Ying's soul made him gradually dizzy, if he continued to allow the blood-robed man to drain his blood, he would definitely lose too much blood and die!

At this moment, An Ying's mind quickly came up with the words that the mille-feuille master had said to him just now:

When you encounter danger, remember to use it, and the mille-feuille in the mille-feuille card will have unexpected effects.

Yes, he's got mille-feuille!

Although An Ying doubted the true purpose of the mille-feuille master for giving him the mille-feuille card, now he was cornered and had to give it a try.

Thinking about it, he quickly took out the yellowed mille-feuille card that exuded a quaint atmosphere in front of the blood-robed man.

But when it came time to use it, he realized that he didn't know how to use the mille-feuille technique imprinted on the mille-feuille card.

Noticing the mille-feuille card in An Ying's hand, the blood-robed man showed a strange look: "Cards? It turned out to be the people of the Mille-Feuille Association, although they were all organizations hiding underground, but I had a grudge against the people of the Mille-Feuille Association, so I couldn't let go of this opportunity for revenge! ”

You've got a lot to talk about!

An Ying complained about the blood-robed man in front of him in his heart, and quickly thought about how to use the mille-feuille card.

His mind flashed through all the ways he had used cards in movies, games, TV series, anime, and novels in his hometown.

He wasn't sure if the experience of his hometown would help him in this world, but he gritted his teeth and chose the most common way to use cards.

Go for it, High Nuts!

With a shout from the bottom of his heart, An Ying threw out a mille-feuille card called High Nut in an extremely handsome way.

In an instant, he felt a burst of shame.

If you do this on the street in his hometown, you will definitely be photographed by the onlookers of good things.

If there is a video maker among the onlookers, it will definitely be made into all kinds of funny videos, and become a well-known figure who will be watched several times after tea and dinner by countless people in the next period of time.

Without thinking about that, the mille-feuille card swept towards the blood-robed man like a flying sword under An Ying's uneasy gaze.

As he was about to hit the blood-robed man, the mille-feuille card unleashed a circle imprinted with various complex patterns.

Dazzling white light flickered, and a nut as tall as an ordinary person broke away from the circle.

The blood-robed man smiled disdainfully, but when he tried to launch a counterattack, he found that he was frozen in place.

"No, wait...... I am the vessel of the Lord of Blood and Tears, and if you do this, the people of the Blood and Tears Covenant will not let you go! A strong sense of crisis prompted the blood-robed man to beg for mercy from An Ying.

Seeing that the arrogant blood-robed man just now was also so embarrassed and begged him for mercy, An Ying was relieved.

He stared at the blood-robed man with a cold expression, without saying a word, and did not intend to let go of the blood-robed man who wanted to kill him just now.

The tall nut as tall as a man fell heavily, flattening the blood-robed man in an instant.

In a short time, the high nut that completed the mission turned into nothingness with the mille-feuille card, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The blood-robed man was crushed into a piece of paper and his breath was broken.

This kind of death that turned into a piece of paper reminded An Ying of a word in his hometown - dimensionality reduction strike.

After a few more glances at the blood-robed man, who showed no signs of defrauding the corpse, he quickly left the street.

Not long after he left, a group of Templars stepped into the dead silence of the street.

Soon, they found the blood-robed man turned into a piece of paper.

The knight at the head picked up the paper drawing of the blood-robed man, which was as thin as paper, and his brain was racing, thinking about the killing method that matched the blood-robed man's death.

"It's a trick of the Mille-Feuille Association, I thought that the statue of the goddess of the temple would appear, but it was only because the cultists of the Covenant of Blood and Tears tried to hold an evil god descent ceremony in the town.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Mille-Feuille Association were also ready to move, and they also brought high-level mille-feuille cards that could be used to reduce dimensionality.

Now it seems that the situation in the town is much more complicated than we thought. ”

Listening to the analysis of the knight at the head, another knight spoke: "Then what should we do next?" ”

"Let's bring this piece of paper back to the temple first!"