Xiliusi's mood is a little bad now, and his memory is beginning to recall the events of the past again.

The past of the Xiliu clan kept recalling in his brain, making his mood very bad, and those things echoed in his mind over and over again.

The Xiliu clan, which was prosperous back then, was also a famous family, but now he is the only one left.

When Seiyatsuji returned to his residence, he began to drink constantly.

He doesn't like to drink, but at this time he will always unconsciously look for the stimulus of alcohol, and for him, he may not be able to calm himself down without a little alcohol.

The night had fallen, and Xiliuji was half-asleep on the sofa, and he vaguely saw something dangling in front of his eyes, as if it was a person, and it didn't seem to be a person.

Xiliuji stood up and followed the man.

He heard the footsteps of the only one in the silent room, and at the turn of the corner, he lost the man.

Feeling that his brain was a little abnormal, he walked to the pool and washed his face in order to regain his senses.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw a man standing behind him.

That person was very tall, with blood on his body, and a huge scar on his body, and the moment he saw that person, the whole person of Xiliu Temple seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, and he stayed in place for a moment, and his hands were trembling.

"Father!"

Xiliuji is all too familiar with this person, this is his father, the head of the Xiliu family, Xiyanagi Mountain.

"Have you forgotten that day?" Xiliuyue looked at his son and asked.

"You will never be able to shake us off, you will never be able to shake off your blood."

Xiliusi took a step back, and suddenly saw his own hands, his hands were covered with blood, and the bright red blood was on his hands, making his whole person feel a feeling of almost despair.

On that day, the Xiliu Temple slaughtered the entire clan, and all the people of the Xiliu family died in the massacre that day.

On that day, the irrational Syryu Temple killed his father, and when he finally regained consciousness, he was left with only one of the last survivors, his youngest brother.

But the child fled from the temple out of fear and fell off the cliff in an accident.

The power of Xiliu Temple brings nightmares, and even now, this feeling still lingers.

He hated this ability, and if it weren't for it, he wouldn't have had the tragedy of that day, and he wouldn't have lost those family members.

And when he saw his father, and it was the way he was when he died, a large number of negative memories were recalled, so that Xiliuji's brain had lost the ability to function.

At this time, a shot of medicine hit his neck, and as soon as Xiliuji's body went limp, he fell to the ground.

"Brother Fofa, he seems to be about the same." Burleigh looked at the fainting Siliu Temple and said.

"Wait a minute, we'll clean up this place and send him to the couch so he thinks it's a dream." Fofa said as he removed the mask from his face.

Of course, the title of the Thousand-Faced Magician is well deserved, and this face is not even flawed in Xiliu Temple.

All of this was prepared by Fufa, and the corpse he stuffed into the trunk of Xiliu Temple was modeled after his father's death, and the effect was obviously quite good, which made Xiliu Temple have a shadow from the beginning.

Then he created the accident of the passer-by, so that Xiliuji Temple saw the appearance of the person chasing the cliff, which further hinted at the excitement.

Then, Fufa dressed up like this, which made him gradually develop an abnormal psychology, and a special paint was prepared here in the bathroom, which would turn into a blood-like color after a while, completely collapsing Xiliu Temple.

Now, the drug has been injected, but the drug will not take effect immediately, and they need to make the drug work again at a critical moment.

After cleaning up the scene, the two of them took advantage of the darkness to get out of the residence of Xiliu Temple, and then found an opportunity to sneak out of the 12th district.

The two men who walked out of District 12 soon arrived at Agareth, who got a little bad news.

Baimon had not replied for three whole days, and after waiting for a long time, they finally received a report from Baimon's subordinates.

Baimon is now trapped in a forest that automatically attacks people, and he is fine now

, but there is no way out at all, and now I can only wait for this forest to stop attacking on its own.

In other words, Solomon's combat effectiveness has been greatly weakened, and in Baimon's absence, their danger will be one point greater.

Now, Solomon and Prometheus are planning to launch a general attack in two days, after the city of District 12 is broken, Red Flame is bound to have a final decisive battle with them, once Red Flame is defeated, the battle for the core of the Fire King begins, and at that time, Solomon and Prometheus will start fighting.

Now, Solomon has no guarantee of a 100% victory over Prometheus, and if they lose, the already good situation will be reversed in one fell swoop.

For Solomon, their odds must be as good as possible.

However, this general attack cannot be postponed, otherwise Prometheus will notice that they are missing a main force.

"Go back and get some rest." Agareth motioned for Fofa to step down.

And at this moment, in the Forest of Bones, Baimon is no longer moving.

The ability to imitate, the body of a diamond.

This is the strongest defensive move that Baimon can use, and it is true that he will not be attacked by this forest of bones when he uses this move, but he will not be able to move.

Now that Luo Yang's physical strength has been completely exhausted, he is completely supported by his own consciousness, but even so, he has reached the final limit.

The forest of bones finally dissipated, Luo Yang fell to the ground as if he had lost his spine, he had run out of oil, he didn't need to do it again, he was going to die soon.

"Han Yun, I'm sorry, I'm looking for you." Luo Yang held a talisman in his hand and muttered in his mouth.

Baimon, who had recovered from the state of the diamond, was also tired and lay on the ground.

"Whew, whew, whew, damn one, it's taken so much effort to make me."

Baimon didn't have the strength to continue fighting now, he needed at least a day to repair, and with the time it took him to hurry, he probably wouldn't have time to reach the battlefield before the decisive battle.

"Forget it, don't think about it so much, things will definitely be solved, don't bother to think about it so much." Bymon gave up thinking as he spoke, and began his rest.