.

The sun sets from the west, the hot and mysterious shadows fill the city like a big wave without spatial substance, and the dark swamp merges with the boundless night, spreading outward little by little.

In the middle of the dark swamp, the Blood Fountain Waterfall still exists, half of Bill's neck was cut off by an incomparably sharp blade, his entire head hung in the air, his flesh and muscles were pulled by gravity, and the wound was still expanding.

The power of the Shadow is rapidly draining, and Bill, who has lost his source of power, needs to put the Grim Neck back together as quickly as possible, though he will need to regain mobility or reconnect control of the Shadow before he can do so.

He also retracted the Dark Swamp, and the black mist that continued to rise from the swamp quickly dissipated without its source, and slowly converged in the direction of Leather City without Bill's knowledge......

"I thought that after having this skin, no woman would be willing to do anything to me, but now it seems that I am still overconfident. ”

But she cut it off with her eyes closed, probably not wanting to hurt her face. ”

"Hey, it hurts......"

Bill himself quipped, and hissed constantly.

He found himself in the pain of his flesh being torn apart, reconnected with the shadow, his little dull black hands emerging from the swamp and straightening his drooping head, which could only observe the world upside down.

Immediately after that, the shadow turned into a thread and began to mend the wound, with the aim of using the healing power of the flesh itself and the power of the shadow to repair it, and also to save the power of the shadow to make a choice.

The shadow eyeball replaced Bill, who was still unable to move, looking in the blind spot of vision, there must be a reason why the body was controlled, and that kind of little girl didn't look ruthless.

"Will Heijie also let this kind of person take the commission, doesn't she know that she has to get the head in order to complete the commission and get the bounty?"

"She didn't have a doll in her hand when she cried and left just now, which means that it was a special prop that made me like this, where did she hide that little thing?"

"These bizarre props have always been an area I don't know about, and I should be a little more motivated......"

Bill kept talking to himself, distracting the itching of his muscles as he healed, and Shadow Eyeball dutifully looked around, finally seeing what was uncomfortable for him.

In the shadow at Bill's feet, a very discordant ribbon appeared, as if something was hidden there, hidden under a layer of shadows.

The shadow eyeball swam in the shadows of the ground and approached, like a large tadpole about to deform, but stopped at the edge of the shadow ribbon.

It doesn't like to be near here, just as it hates being under Bill's control in a strange iron box, and it hates other forces being near it.

"Alas, you're headstrong again. ”

"This inexplicable disgust reminds me of my reluctance to eat green peppers when I was a child, but there are nutrients hidden under those weird flavors. ”

Bill motivates Shadow Eyeball with words, but Shadow Eyeball ignores his words, and Shadow Tentacle makes the same choice as Shadow Eyeball.

They are clinging to inexplicable principles.

“......”

"Forget it, to this extent, you are not willing to help me, which means that I have been standing here and being discovered by the police and cultists, and you don't care. ”

"It's good that I still have a son. ”

The shadow faded into the shadows, and Bill, taking control of the only mouth that could move, began to call out to the little robots.

He couldn't see how the little ones struggled to turn over their pistol holsters, but he heard a few crisp thuds of metal falling to the ground.

The little robots are not as clumsy as they were at the beginning, and they are guided by Bill to surround the tape.

The robot holding the street light staff made of iron rods took a step forward, and suddenly both hands clenched the staff, inserting the street light dock directly under the tape.

The act of picking out the shadow camouflage is sexy, and Bill got this information from another female-looking robot with curly blond hair made out of springs.

If nothing else, Bill will soon arrange for the two robots to get married, but for now he reassures him and asks what is hidden beneath the shadows.

"It's an ugly grass doll. 」

"That's right, it's ugly, and only a body made of metal is perfect. 」

"What kind of stupid designer would make such an ugly toy?"

「......」

Bill's self-confidence is not dampened, he admits from the bottom of his heart that the little robots are well-made, and he begins to give orders.

"Alright, lovely children, take this ugly doll from under my feet, it restricts my movements, and if I'm not mistaken, as long as it's away from my shadow, I'll be back to normal. ”

The little robots looked at each other and quickly made a decision, the little robot holding the street lamp staff picked aside the shadow of the hidden doll, and the other little robots worked together to push the witch doll in one direction.

But their strength is too small, and in the face of objects that are several times larger than them, even if twelve robots work together, they can only move forward at a speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

"We need help, it's so ugly we can't push it. 」

"That's right, I understand what it feels like to vomit when I see it, and I can't focus on helping you. 」

"Bill, we need strength. 」

Although he doesn't know how the little robots associate ugliness with not being able to push, he chooses to ignore this slot and think about how to provide the little robots with power.

"Do you need more black mist?"

"It's an unassailable idea, like a shadow creature needs the power of shadow. ”

Bill tried to summon the Shadow Circle, and tried to restrain its involuntary expansion, not to make the Shadow Circle the size of a steam truck fit easily, because he was not in the mood to think about the yellow joke that the daughter and her father were sitting in the car and hiding something after being robbed by robbers.

He just wanted to save the power of shadows, after all, the power of shadows provided by ordinary people was insignificant, and he needed a steady stream of capable people to come to his door.

Black mist floated out of the palm-sized shadow circle, and the intensity of the mist was comparable to the hot corn soup that had just been served out of the ice and snow, but at the moment it was a dark dish in front of it.

The rising mist drifted towards the twelve robots under Bill's conscious control, but only a small part of the mist entered the robots, and more black mist drifted towards Picheng.

Bill didn't see what was happening outside of his line of sight, and the little robots were focused on pushing the ugly doll, not communicating it to Bill, and sparking more power under the black mist.

When the witch doll completely left Bill's shadow, the stiff flesh suddenly returned to blood, and the tingling sensation swept over in an instant.

It was as if 10,000 ants were gnawing at the flesh, and the feeling of sadness outweighed the pain coming from the neck in a moment.

But fortunately, he took back control of his body and walked in front of the little robots, carefully avoiding the little ones to prevent the stampede.

"Bill, Bill, now we don't have to look at this ugly guy!"

"Bill, I'm tired, I want to rest!"

Nodding in response, they immediately crawled back into their pistol holsters along Bill's trouser legs, and the little robots who had gained the power of the black mist gained more powerful arm strength, and now they had to go back to their own territory to digest it.

The shadow circle vanished to the ground, and Bill bent down to pick up the ugly doll and take a closer look.

"Bill, you can't keep it, it's ugly!"

"Yes, Bill, we refuse to accept it as a companion unless it can be replaced with a robotic arm!"

"Bill, Bill......"

The voices of the little robots rang in Bill's head, they were noisy, and the language was not the language that Bill was familiar with, but he could understand what they were saying, and presented it in the way of human language.

It's a bit like some sci-fi language or codebreaker, but it's a little different, the signal goes into Bill's brain, and because Bill is in touch with the robots, he can understand their grunting language.

"Don't worry, I won't raise it, after all, it's so ugly......"

Holding the witch doll in his hand, Bill said this kind of thing sincerely, after all, there are similar witch dolls all over the world, how ugly can it be.

The little robots fall asleep peacefully after receiving Bill's promise, and Bill suspects that Willy is making them because of his love for machines, which is why the little ones have a soft spot for metal products and reject dolls made of plants.

There seemed to be a police dog barking in the distance, and it was the smell of blood on the ground that attracted the dog, but this blood could not be controlled by Bill as freely as black blood, adhering to the principle of not wasting it, Bill put the blood and the short knife that the masked woman threw on the ground into the shadow space, and quickly left.

And without him knowing, the black mist shuttled through the air at great speed, using the darkness as a disguise, and ran in the direction of the source of the call......

Bill chases in the direction of the masked woman's escape, navigating through the shadows, the ability to travel short distances through the shadows can only be used in the dark, and the principle is somewhat negative, as it abandons Williams' body.

Shadow and reality are unified.

When Bill's consciousness crept into the shadows, he learned how the shadows moved, a speed that did not dare to compete with the speed of light, but definitely exceeded the limits of humans.

When the shadow moves, there is a brief period of lingering in the body, and when the shadow appears on the other side, it becomes the one who has the right to control because the power contained in the shadow is stronger.

The shadow is unified with reality, so Williams' body will reorganize in the new place where the shadow appears.

However, this ability must be used by Bill in restraint, as it consumes a lot of shadow power, and it takes a lot of power to reassemble his body when he is unable to generate the shadow power himself.

But he also needed to find the woman, ask where the dark street was, and devour her after the infestation, replenishing the shadow power wasted on her.

It's just that Bill left Monte City all the way, and he didn't find any clues about the masked woman, who disappeared and had to wait for her to appear next time.

The crimson moon shone on the warm night, and the sea breeze blew southward, but the speed was low, and as Bill returned to his hotel in Montt City, he saw all the lights of Monte Cathedral.

Church members patrol the alleys with lights, presumably monitoring what is happening to the cultists who perceive it, but they can't clearly perceive the location, so they can only follow a certain direction.

Bill calmly avoided the search, slipped back to the hotel room in the shadow, pretended nothing had happened and didn't know anything, and slept until dawn.

The next morning, Bill's hotel was thoroughly inspected by members of the Holy See of Ode, but they found nothing out of the ordinary.

Even the innkeeper said that there were no late guests, so the cultists quickly left the place and headed for the next place to be checked.

"Boss, what happened, why did the people from the Holy See come to search the hotel early in the morning?"

"Could it be that there is a witch in Monte?"

Bill sits at a wooden table in the restaurant on the first floor and eats the hotel's free breakfast, which is whole-wheat bread, milk and omelette, as well as a small plate of pickled vegetables made from Ceylon's specialty.

The middle-aged innkeeper sat at the counter tidying up, yawned, and rubbed his eyelids.

"I don't know, the Holy See hasn't made any big moves in recent years, didn't the witches in Monte City have been killed by them ten years ago?"

"May there never be a witch near Monte, and the crops don't like a curse, or another great disaster. ”

"But with the Holy See of Ode, what do we have to worry about, they won't let any witches go, we just continue to support them in everything they do. ”

The innkeeper yawned again, praying for peace at what might happen in Monte, without any nervousness.

After all, in the Ceylon region, the incompetent government, the police department, and the lazy and lazy South-West Military District do not have the prestige of the Holy See of Oude.

"The Holy See hunted witches ten years ago?"

"Are you saying that ten years ago, there were a lot of witches hiding in Ceylon?"

Bill asked, always curious about this kind of thing, and drank the milk without stopping to eat his breakfast.

The milk of Ceylon was rich in flavour, indeed more delicious than he had tasted in Brittus.

"You ask about it......"

"No, maybe it wasn't ten years ago, it seems to have happened more than ten years ago, I can't remember exactly what year. ”

The innkeeper was still sleepy-eyed, half-squinting as he remembered what had happened, a state that made his words seem unreliable.

"Maybe you were too young to remember this incident, didn't the Holy See all over the world carry out a frenzied witch hunt that year......

Suddenly, out of the boss's room, an orange-haired beauty with wet hair, looked like she had just taken a shower, and her face was a little charming.

The moment the innkeeper's gaze swept to the orange-haired beauty, the two mung bean eyes immediately opened wider than the horse's eyes, and looked at his newly married wife, completely sleepy.

"Honey, have you slept well?"

"I tossed for so long last night, it's no wonder I can sleep well, I just heard the sound of talking, what are you talking about?"

The proprietress said coquettishly, leaning back next to the boss and looking up in Bill's direction......

In an instant, her cheeks were stained red.