The white night stopped and waited for work.

Waiting for someone to come closer.

Before long, a figure appeared within the scope of the realization of the White Night.

Just, unexpectedly.

It wasn't a group of people who were running wildly and fleeing as judged by the sound of the white night.

It was just one person who appeared.

It's not something that has seven hands and eight feet, so it runs chaotically and quickly.

Rather, an ordinary man with a frightened expression on his face.

His face was strangely pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Wearing a more common suit, the jacket has been taken off, and I don't know where I lost it.

The white shirt was completely soaked and fit snugly.

Shows a bulging belly.

This is a typical British middle-aged man, why is it typical?

Because of baldness, the Mediterranean.

People are nearly middle-aged, not bald, and don't raise their hairline, is that still a British man?

The standard "middle-aged English" ran over, and when he saw the white night, his eyes burst out with a look of surprise.

I wanted to say something, but my breath flickered as my mouth moved.

He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The man immediately shut up, and could only move his hand extremely reluctantly, not knowing what to say, and ran past Bai Ye.

"Dude, what are you running for?"

Bai Ye asked behind the man.

There was no answer, and the man's back quickly disappeared from sight.

Also disappeared was the sound of hurried, confused footsteps.

Bai Ye thought about it, and simply leaned against the wall, leaning slightly, and did not continue to explore.

There is no intention of chasing it.

About five minutes later, there was another sound of footsteps.

The man who had just run away reappeared in the sight of the white night.

He looks a little more tired than he just did.

Sweat trickled down his forehead like running water, and his eyes narrowed from time to time.

The body is also slightly leaning forward, and the running movement is staggering.

Almost with the inertia and gravity of the body, forcibly dragging himself forward.

Bai Ye can imagine that what he is breathing at this moment is probably not "air".

Rather, it is a "fire".

Apparently it can't hold on for long.

The inability to hold up here for too long is not to say that the man will stop.

Rather, it means that the man will run like this, and he will exhaust himself to death.

The eyes are already insensitive.

Glancing at Bai Ye, as if sweeping the unchanged scene around him, the man did not make any superfluous movements.

Continue to stagger forward.

This time, the white night didn't stay where it was.

Rather, a step, followed the man, ran beside him.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps that Bai Ye heard suddenly became clear and audible.

Like, right behind him!

White Night maintained his original speed, turning his head to look back—the kind that directly twisted 180 degrees.

The numb gaze of the "bald British middle-aged" looked straight ahead.

Otherwise, it is estimated that he will be scared to death by the white night.

"Oh, that's a lot of people."

White Night whispered.

In his sight, behind him and the middle-aged man running side by side, there was nothing left.

Instead, a large group of people followed.

These people are dressed in modern clothes, but the "appearance" of their heads gives people a strange sense of disobedience.

If you look closely, you will find that whether it is a hat, a hairstyle, or a beard, they are all relatively retro.

It seems to be a Victorian costume.

Or rather, their heads, replaced!

These people were expressionless and ran behind Bai Ye.

I don't know if they are fleeing together, or if they are chasing the middle-aged man not far in front of them.

If you want to know the answer, just experiment.

Bai Ye reached out sharply, grabbed the middle-aged man, and made him stop.

With a flick of his fingers, an elixir was entered.

Let the middle-aged man run to the body of the oil and the lamp to recover quickly.

It's as if a dry pool has been refilled with a clear spring.

"What are you doing!"

After being stunned for a second, the man screamed, looking terrified.

"I'm going to see what happens."

Bai Ye said with a relaxed face.

As the two stopped, the group of people behind them also stopped.

Like a dead man, without any expression and without blinking his head, he stared at Bai Ye and the middle-aged man.

A primal wave of fear rises.

Coldness, numbness, and a feeling of weakness in the hands and feet came.

If it weren't for Bai Ye grabbing the middle-aged man's shoulder, he would probably have fallen to the ground.

Bai Ye looked at the strange power in front of him.

With an interested gaze.

It's weird, it's kind of interesting.

In terms of strength and strength, it is definitely not as good as the "double-faced ghost carving" on hand in Bai Ye.

Bai Ye was arrested, and he also saw a lot of strange things.

The double-sided ghost carving is still the strongest.

But in terms of weirdness, the one in front of me is more than the double-faced ghost carving.

At some point, a strange Poké Ball was already suspended in the palm of Bai Ye's hand.

The wild monster has jumped out!

Is your choice to fight?

"My name is Randall Burwick!"

At this time, the man who was grabbed by Bai Ye's shoulder suddenly shouted loudly.

"Huh?" White Night looked at him inexplicably.

Why do you suddenly introduce yourself?

Are all British gentlemen like that?

No, shouldn't ordinary small talk start with "It's nice weather today"?

"If you're not dead, go—" Beric almost roared as he gave an address, "go there, find Hank Harold, and tell him I love him!" ”

“……”

There is no wrong grammar, and it is not a woman who uses a male name, Hank Harold is a man.

After two seconds of silence, White Night patted Perrik on the shoulder.

This product is very worthy of his own personality, and he deserves to be a British man.

"I'm not interested in doing this kind of thing, so you'd better do it yourself."

Bai Ye said.

As he spoke, the strange power behind him also underwent strange changes.

More than twenty people, all with their heads suspended.

It's not the body, it's the head that levitates.

A white spine connects the body to the head.

The head swayed slightly in mid-air, and his face was expressionless, almost like a kite with a human head.

A strong resentment emanated.

Perrick had collapsed to the ground.

His body began to tremble.

All the heads, slowly opening their mouths.

The outstretched tongue tangled in mid-air.

It then broke off, forming a mass of flesh.

Then, the lump of flesh quickly took shape, turning into a full head.

The same Victorian-style head.

A white spine writhed in mid-air like a living thing, red blood running down the spine.

But it didn't leave a trace on it.

The newborn head slowly "swam" in the direction of Peric.

It looks like a water snake.

At the same time, tongues grew out of the mouths of the rest of the heads, tangled together, and another head was about to be formed.

The one just now belonged to Peric.

Now this belongs to the White Night!

The speed of all this is not fast.

According to common sense, enough people will escape.

However, strange is weird.

The vast majority of ordinary people are in front of it, let alone resisting, and they are not even qualified to escape.

Peric's first flight was actually to quench his thirst by drinking.

But he was lucky, because he met White Night.

The human-headed kite had already flown in front of Peric's eyes, and a pair of empty eyes were aimed at Peric.

"Ha, ha, ha-"

Peric let out a rapid breath and reached out to grab his neck.

It's as if you've been pinched by an invisible hand.

At the same time, his hands were moving upwards as best they could.

It seems that he wants to drag his head off his body alive?

"Strange ways of attacking."

Bai Ye saw that it was almost over, and he flew up with a kick.

Kicked on a kite in the head.

There was no such thing as a head flying like a football.

With one kick, the entire head directly shattered into a blood mist.

Sprinkled all over Peric's face.

He froze in place, like a statue.

What, what's the situation?

Is there infighting between ghosts and ghosts?

Yes, in such an instant, in Peric's heart, the white night has become a ghost.

A real kick to smash a kite in the head.

The rest of their heads suddenly all looked at the white night.

Empty eyes stared at him, as if they were staring at some dead thing.

Invisible power looms over us.

"Go ahead, huh, cut half to death."

Bai Ye laughed, and his outstretched palm flipped down.

The weird Poké Ball landed on the ground.

opened, and a large axe appeared, cutting three heads in half in an instant.

"Boom-"

Bai Hao's voice came excitedly.