Night.

A garden in Luodu.

Antique hall.

"Wow, wow, wow......"

The sound of heavy and slow footsteps, like the sound of gold and iron, echoed in the air.

The coffee table in the hall trembled.

A tall figure appeared straight at the hall door.

His face with his back to the moonlight makes it impossible to see his face.

Only the shiny armor, in the blurry moonlight, refracted a faint brilliance.

"I still like to think about these pretending to be ghosts, the real battle is always a face-to-face duel."

As he spoke, a fist shadow flashed without warning.

Accompanied, the sound of a dull sonic boom.

"Boom!"

The air fluctuated violently, and in an instant, it turned into a figure, and it took a few steps back before it stabilized its body.

The thin old man gasped heavily, and when he looked up, it was a strange mask.

"You're about to break through to the SS rank?! It seems that your ancestors have a good successor......"

"Lord Sikong is polite, but he just barely makes up for it with diligence."

Although it was a laugh, there was no trace of laughter.

"It's your son, he has already become a B-rank elemental master at a young age, and recently, I'm afraid I'm about to break through to A-rank, right?"

"Haha...... Well...... this."

"I hope that your son can succeed then, otherwise it will ......"

In the dimness, there was a fine light, which flashed away.

"I'm looking forward to it."

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Promenade.

A deep promenade.

There was moonlight, slowly flowing through the window.

Falling on the floating and convex wall, outlining, blurred light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, there are pieces of lifelike reliefs.

In the silence of the night, there is a permeable weirdness.

And what elevates this weirdness to the extreme is the strange sound.

"Rustle...... Rustle rustle ......"

It's like the wings of darkness, restlessly restless.

Or the whisper of the devil, hovering between the pinna.

A little, a little.

From far and near, slowly along the corridor.

All the way, passed to, to the end of the corridor.

In the dark room.

In the room, there is a figure sitting in silence.

Empty eyes, staring blankly, looking into the void in front of them.

There is no focus, no luster, it's like losing your soul.

Quietly waiting.

Waiting for the return of that soul.

On the wall, there was a silver-white floating light, which suddenly lit up.

Slowly squirming, seeping in.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a vague figure and stumbled towards the empty body.

Light, shining in an instant.

Immediately, contraction.

The figure that was originally sitting upright quickly withered.

As if he had collapsed, he collapsed on the bed.

"Hmm...... I didn't expect ...... Almost couldn't come back......"

Heavy gasps, accompanied by muttering, Kazama raised his feathers, and looked into the void with a stupid expression.

Cults, demons, three unknowns, mysterious and obscene old men, and Yaoyao who met by chance......

Although it was only half a day, Kazama raised his feathers, but it seemed that half a century had passed, and in this long journey, he inexplicably became a mysterious "holy son......

The corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled up a wry smile, Kazama raised his feathers, and quickly turned over.

With a slight movement of his heart, two blue flames rose up with a "bang".

Illuminating everything around it, it was a strange light.

The hand, gently reaching out, cautiously touched towards the blue flame.

A little, a little.

From the outer flame to the inner flame, from the inner flame to the flame center.

There is no imaginary temperature, and there is no natural burning.

Only that, the smooth touch of flower petals, came from the fingertips.

Light, quickly flashed through my mind.

Lightly sandwiched between the two fingers, the wind raised the feathers, and took out the palm of the hand.

With a small flame attached.

The flames shook slightly, and then, with a "bang", they burned.

In an instant, it turned into an existence the same size as the original flame.

His eyes widened for a moment.

The corners of Kazama's mouth suddenly hooked up a hint of excitement.

When the fingers flew, a new flame fell to the ground like a newborn.

In a short time, the whole room was illuminated.

With it, the little shadow that was originally hidden in the corner.

But Kazama raised his feathers, how could he have time to pay attention to these, and his silver eyes had long been replaced by ecstasy.

A bold plan began to brew in the mind.

I just don't know if the final brew is the best wine, or a jar of spoiled sour water.

Well...... These words, sure enough, are naturally straight to the bridge......

Thinking like this, the smile on the corner of Kazama's mouth unconsciously spread.

Then, solidify.

Frozen corners of the mouth, frozen expressions.

And that, solidified, body.

The limbs, as if petrified, remained motionless.

There was only a pair of silver eyes, staring straight ahead, staring at the pair, weird, scarlet and bloody eyes.

Red eyes, without warning, appeared in front of him.

It's like, it's always been there.

A disgusting evil aura, accompanied by a winter-like chill, spread out in an instant.

Face.

Pale, thin face.

Little by little, it emerged from that small, dark shadow.

With a hint of familiarity, an elegant smile.

"Dream Demon's Phantom Flame? Usually the dream demon will extinguish the illusion flame before dying, although I don't know how you got it, but it is indeed a rare good thing......"

The voice, low and steady, with a hint of strange magnetism that is enough to make all the girls look back.

The shadow, gradually wriggling, slowly rose up.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a slender figure, like a wax figure, standing still.

"But, Phantom Flame or something, it's not like that~"

Hands, raised gently.

Slip a blue flame in your hand.

That originally elegant smile suddenly began to become hideous.

Then, gradually blurred.

Kazama raised his feathers and suddenly felt a trance.

A huge ripple, accompanied by the impact from the soul, slammed straight into it.

The vision that had begun to blur quickly became blurred.

"If you put a late-night visitor aside and steal fun alone, as a punishment, let's apologize to the guest with tears streaming down your face."

It's still an elegant smile, but with a sadistic pleasure.

Kazama's body trembled suddenly, and there were crystal tears that began to overflow, from that, silver eyes.

But the elegant smile suddenly converged, and with a "bang", it turned into thousands of black shadows, and spread out with a "bang".

With the beating firelight, it was like thousands of demons that began to dance wildly in an instant.

And where he originally stood, a figure slowly appeared.

Looking back, he looked straight behind him.

"The so-called 'enchantment' is, after all, nothing more than a means of controlling the body. But if you don't even have a physical body, then the so-called 'enchantment' is just a pair of particularly shining eyes, right? ”

In the faint words, slowly reflected in the red eyes, is a beautiful face.

Kazama raised his feather, and just like that, he turned his head with a smile.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, the smile spread rapidly.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's like the kind that only comes at night, wild dogs."

The pupils contracted in an instant, and the red eyes narrowed slightly.

And that elegant smile also instantly swept a trace of cruelty.

"I didn't expect that after sleeping for 30,000 years, even the elves have become so arrogant! Do you think that the glory of the blood race is really something that you inferior races can trample on?! ”

Shadow, spread in an instant.

The pale face quickly twisted.

Suddenly, it turned into a huge whirlpool.

Something in the body began to stir.

It's like a button, hidden deep in the genes, suddenly pressed hard.

There was a boiling sensation that began to come from the temporary body.

With a burst, tearing pain.

Countless fine beads of blood began to pour out from the surface of the skin, one after another.

Then, before it had time to solidify, it "brushed" the ground and shot out.

Towards all directions.

Looking up, Kazama raised his feathers and saw whirlpools like black holes.

Densely packed, with the spreading shadows, distributed in all corners of the room.

It's like a dehumidifier, sucking wildly.

Unfortunately, they absorb not water, but blood.