Chapter 1555: Dream Broken in Qiming (34)

Bediwell seemed to see the old man from the shadows, but to the anxiety of the werewolf youth, the old man was covered with a strip of cloth on his head, and he always hid most of his body in the shadows, and it was an impossible task to see the man's face clearly.

"Rat, do you have everything?" the old man began. However, as soon as he spoke, Bediwell was even more disappointed. Probably because the old man covered his face with a cloth, or perhaps because the old man deliberately kept his voice low, Bediwell couldn't distinguish the old man's original voice. Since it is impossible to tell, it is difficult to conclude whether this person is the Sword Saint Ark or not.

"Got it. The emaciated child took the food out of the bag and handed it to his "grandfather."

Then the old man reached out and took it, and examined the food one by one, but never came out of the shadows, and his arms were wrapped in thick clothes, and even his palms were covered with tattered gloves. It is impossible to judge the true identity of the old man from the old man's arm.

It's really watertight.

However, it was precisely because the old man had done everything so thoroughly and so cautiously that Bediwell was even more suspicious that he was the Sword Saint Ark. However, it is too early to draw conclusions. Bediwell thought to herself, and moved a little closer, believing that she was now in control of a spirit that no one could see, and tried to quietly observe the old man's every move.

"Eat. As soon as the old man had packed up the food, he handed an apple to the thin boy. The child happily took the apple and began to bounce around, looking innocent, not at all like a resident of such a hellish world. He sat down on the rusty sewer pipe, munched on the slightly bruised apple, which was no longer too fresh, and said, "Someday, I'll take Grandpa out of this hellish place." At that time, I had to make a lot of money, eat three all-you-can-eat meals, and buy a big house for my grandfather to live in. The house must be cleaned by the maids, and there are absolutely no cockroaches and rats. ＂

＂...... Wait until you're older. The old man said, as if he was sitting in the shadows eating bread. He handed the boy a small half of a long strip of French bread from the shadows.

"So," the thin boy picked up the bread and nibbled on it, not caring how stiff the bread was, "Grandpa, teach me more combat skills." People are going to get stronger. ＂

"Not now, Nate, not now. The old man repeated.

"Why! Nate has obviously mastered the last skill, and today's game was perfect, and his arm is not injured again!"

"Hmph," the old man in the shadows sneered, "You're just lucky." ＂

"It's not lucky!"

"Say you're you. There was not much emotional fluctuation between the old man's words, or maybe it was because he was still chewing food in his mouth with his face covered, and Bediwell couldn't hear it clearly, "Look at your little arm that will break when the wind blows? Let's get strong first. Otherwise, once you use your combat skills indiscriminately, your body will not be able to withstand the reaction of your combat skills, and you will be torn apart and die. ＂

Even Bediwell understood this. But-

When did the Sword Saint Ark care so much about his pawns?Shouldn't that young man be just a tool for Ark to make a living? So whether this old man was the Sword Saint Ark or not?

Just when the werewolf youth was puzzled, the old man hiding in the shadow of the large drain suddenly stood up: "Then again, Nate, you really came back with a strange ghost today. ＂

"Uh, what are you talking about, grandpa?" the thin boy asked with a blank look on his face as he almost finished eating the bread in his hand.

"At first I thought it was just a passing ghost, but this thing stayed there. Is this deliberately following you?" the old man continued.

"So what the hell are you talking about, grandpa, I don't understand at all. Ghosts? Is it a ghost or something?"

Only then did Bediwell realize that the old man was talking about him, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold!

But how is that possible?!Will the old man be able to see the spirits that Bediwell controls?

No. It's certainly possible. Bediwell's heart was chilled again. If someone has practiced [True Vision] to the extreme, then that person can see the world of photons casually. The spirit that Bediwell is currently controlling is nothing more than a ball of photons, and it is of course possible to manifest it under the True Sight Technique!

The old man began to emerge from the shadows, closing in on Bedeville.

Even so, the old man still covered his face and covered his head, and almost no skin on his body was exposed, and he simply hid his identity to the ground.

Still, it was clear to Bediwell that the old man must be a powerful man. It is impossible for a normal person to use such a high-level combat technique as True Vision, and this old man actually used it when it was absolutely impossible to use True Vision in ordinary times, and with this he discovered the spirit controlled by Bedeville. This old man is either alert to the extreme, or he is suspicious to the extreme, no matter which one it is, he is definitely not easy to deal with!

Bediwell was starting to panic a little. Is it a retreat? No, will the old man see through and know that the spirit controlled by Bedeville is here to investigate? But is it reasonable not to retreat? Just stay put, pretending to be a passing spirit?

Either way, it's time to step away and slowly distance yourself.

Bediville controlled the Holy Spirit to slowly flutter backwards, trying to move away from the old man.

However, the old man said, "Oh, I actually took the initiative to retreat." This guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary ghost, and he thinks for himself. ＂

Bediwell secretly complained in his heart, but he didn't expect that this would be self-defeating, which made the old man even more suspicious.

The old man drew his knife from his waist and drew a short knife about a foot long. The originally black and shiny sword began to glow with a strange purple-red light.

It was originally a mediocre dagger, and although it was sharpened, it was nothing special. The purple-red glow that suddenly appeared must have been some kind of enchantment, and it must have been an enchantment cast by a person with a weapon. Even if Bediwell couldn't understand the origin of this fuchsia enchantment, he knew the truth.

Moreover, his instincts told him that it would be very bad to be slashed by that dagger, even if Bediwell was now in control of an immortal Holy Spirit.

The old man approached step by step, ready to swing the purple-red dagger in his hand and dismantle the spirit controlled by Bedeville into pieces.

It's terrible. You have to find a way to get out of here right away.

He had to flee at once, but he had to do so in a way that didn't make the old man suspicious.

Otherwise, even if Bediville and the others later sent someone to search the "rotten swamp block" in the underground waterway, the old man would have already fled with his children. The next time you want to find him, the difficulty will probably increase exponentially.

The situation could not have been more critical. Bediwell had to find an excuse to get out of here at once, and that excuse had to look natural enough not to arouse the old man's suspicions.

But what exactly is this excuse?

Meow!~

It was then that Bediwell heard the sound of a small animal behind him. Bediwell turned her head to look, and it was a little black cat. It seems that the dry and thin little milk cat has experienced the cruelty of this world, but is still full of curiosity about this world.

That's right, it's the sewers, a place where rats are frequented. The homeless people who live here are also often annoyed by rats. Therefore, the homeless people always keep cats to drive away the mice. It's not a strange thing to have cats in such places.

So, he was saved. The werewolf youth was secretly happy in his heart.

The spirit controlled by Bedeville immediately made exaggerated movements, and began to dodge in the opposite direction of the cat's presence as if in terror. He took a step back, then jumped, then flew upward. Before the old man could react, the spirit controlled by Bedeville had already emerged through the wall, slammed into the ceiling of the sewer, and flew away at high speed.

"Cat...... "The old man blinked

"Uh, grandpa?" the child walked over to play with the cat, and asked with a blank expression, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. The old man waved his hand and dismissed the alarm: "Is it just that I am thinking too much?"

In Egypt, cats were worshipped as messengers of the underworld to banish ghosts. The same may well apply here in South Africa, at least according to Bediwell. Anyway, he has played all the plays he can play, I just hope that the mysterious old man will sell his account, and don't continue to be suspicious. It sounds superstitious, but older people are always a little superstitious, aren't they?

Soon, Bediwell's spirit flew through the heavy ground and into the sky above the city, nearly hitting his head on the inner wall of the barrier.

He wasn't used to controlling the spirit's flight, so he flew a little too fast even to himself, and he didn't expect to return to the ground all of a sudden, and he didn't even have time to see the scenery between the various ground floors he crossed.

At first, he regretted that he hadn't taken a good look at the neighborhood during the escape. However, he found that there was little point in doing so, after all, knowing which neighborhood was nearby would not help in the search for Jack of the Sword - the sewers were intricately structured, and it might take many circles from other places to reach the hidden "bog block" underground.

In that case, is it possible to remember the general direction? Bediville took a bird's-eye view and memorized the entire city view at this height. Then he was afraid that he would soon forget, and did not dare to stay long, so he flew out of the gap in the city's barrier and returned along the way.