Bethune began to pound the ground with his fists, not feeling the slightest pain from the impact of the bones touching the ground. The stirring ash rushed into Bethuan's nostrils, but it also lost its former bravery.

For a long time, Bethuan kept reminiscing about the little details of the previous death process. Painful, painful...... But I can't wait for the numbness stage.

"Does it hurt?"

The abrupt sound suddenly exploded from Bethula's ears, and without thinking about it, Bethune instantly drew his knife and slashed out with his body flipping sideways.

Cha!

The skeleton knife misses and slices into the ground.

Even rolled and rolled, until his body touched the wall, Bethune got up with his hands and feet.

Like a wounded beast, even if its figure is very embarrassed, its sharp fangs are always aimed at strangers.

Bethune didn't understand what kind of person could stand by his side so silently. How long? When I first arrived, I had already looked at myself like a clown for a long time.

In an instant, Bethune realized that this was a red brick training camp...... I was in a low, remote building that had fallen into disrepair and was suspected of being abandoned.

However, the knife was confiscated.

"Who are you?"

Bethune couldn't see what was in front of him a little clearly, and he felt that the whole world in front of him was shaking. Once the sequelae are completely released...... It's like a broken dam, and it's extremely difficult to plug it.

Or just wait until the water level is level......

"Pretty good alertness...... Bethune? The man was standing in the shadows, or maybe Bethune was looking for a place that was too backlit. Plus now......

It's dusk.

"Who are you?"

Bethuan is still the same sentence.

"The man of the red bricks."

"I've never seen you."

"That's because you've never been here...... Maybe you haven't paid attention to me, most of the people say they've never seen each other before they know each other, but in fact we've seen each other many times in the crowd. ”

"I'm not interested in playing dumb riddles with you right now."

Bethune tried not to do anything that exposed his pain. Although he had already remembered that it was a red brick, the guy in front of him should be his own...... But Qi Wenchao is nothing.

Even if he is talking to others or self-suggestion, he has said that he does not blame Qi Wenchao. But it's really not to blame...... Or if you don't have to be afraid, can you still feel at ease here as you used to?

The answer is known from the tip of Bethune's knife.

"The twelve halls perform their own duties, and most of the division of labor is clear. Forget it, you can't listen to that now...... But what needs to be said is still to be said. ”

The man seemed to be careful with his words, and after a while, he said, "In your own yard, you can still be unscrupulous." Because there are actually a lot of gatekeepers in the house, they can take care of any corner. ”

"If we can't provide a stable home, the Twelve Halls will not have such a way out of the hands of the gods."

This is a very straightforward statement, which means something, or just an honest confession of some of your identity.

"A lot of people are very optimistic about you, it's an opportunity and a temptation...... It's like the Han family or something. The man shook off a little skill and won Bai Qiu'an's trust.

The effect is also significant, if an enemy can know such a secret thing as the red brick, then the twelve halls will simply be disbanded on the spot.

"The help provided by these families or something, you can accept the benefits while you go, and in the end, whether you agree to do things for them or not is up to you."

The corners of Bethune's mouth twitched, and now he felt that this guy was a bit of a red brick man.

"Death doesn't admit it, right? Eat and wipe clean, even if they slap some evidence on the table, you can't tell what they can do to you? Helping a god-slayer warrior improve their strength is originally their job, isn't it? ”

"Of course, the premise is that you have enough potential and strength all the time. Don't eat too much, but don't be polite, just control a degree. ”

The man's tone gradually became closer to that of a scoundrel.

"The senators and kings know this well, and they don't dare to do anything if they suffer dumb losses."

"Does it still hurt?" The man asked suddenly.

Bethune was stunned and blinked.

"Hiss~"

Is this a bodhisattva opening? Healing by mouth?

It's not that it doesn't really hurt anymore, it's just that it hurts compared to wanting to die before. At this time, it suddenly fell a lot, in other words, the essence of being cheap, "I scolded fiercely in the past, and I scolded a few words less today".

It's much more comfortable......

"When your divine source arrives, it will probably be much better." The man didn't say what trick he used, he fused with the shadows like a ghost and disappeared.

"Really...... Hell alive. ”

Bethuan moved his muscles and bones, his expression still hideous. I took two steps forward, and before I reached the door, I fell to the ground again with a pop.

The familiar pain rushed back to his body like a tide.

"Made, I know that there is no reliable guy in the red bricks!"

Bethune gritted his teeth and scolded viciously, but unfortunately the man never came out again, and let Bethune endure the pain here and scold him in a weird way.

Then a small flame came out of Bethune's chest, and began to swim along the veins, and then the flames increased more and more, and finally it seemed that blood and flames fused together, or it could be that Bethune's whole person merged with this unknown flame.

Bethune turned into a humanoid ball of flames, struggling and rolling on the ground. Then more flames emerged from Bethune's body, and the silkworm chrysalis spun silk and formed a layer of flame coat to wrap Bethune in it.

And Bethune could no longer suppress the little bit of pain like crushing and burning his body, and roared out heartbreakingly, followed by the blazing fire.

But the strange thing is that this dilapidated red brick low building seems to have been cursed, and all the sound and flames are firmly locked in it.

From the outside, this dilapidated red brick low building, as usual, stands silently and silently without any sense of existence, setting off their "new" appearance for those red brick low buildings in the distance who also don't know how many years old.

In a small room, the man sat at the piano and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Young people now...... How can this sequelae be so bad, it shouldn't be. ”

Then the man couldn't say any more, looking out the window at the dying dusk, the man smiled and poked his fingers down on the black and white keys, and the intermittent but powerful voice came out of the red brick building.

Then the man's fingers grew faster and faster, and his voice became more and more intense, and then gradually softened, and became an unknown piece of soothing music.

It's like a fiery boy who burned the whole room......