"I'm so glad to hear you say something like that again?~"

"But Bill, have you forgotten that you can't kill me?"

"Well, let's try it. ”

The apples made of black blood instantly dispersed, reforming in the air with the blood that broke through the skin into a ghostly tooth scythe, which swirled between the hands, slicing through the thick fog that filled this strange world.

Jack dodged left and right, and seemed to be intrigued by his high-spirited thoughts, and he snapped his fingers out of thin air, and the sharp knife appeared in his right hand.

The sharp knife easily blocked the fast-spinning ghostfang scythe, and a false smile spread across his face all the time.

The violent collision brought gusts of wind, and Jack held on to his top hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and fought back defensively, injuring Bill's fake body with just the edge, sending blood droplets flying in the air.

However, in this strange world, pain or not seems to be a subjective judgment, which may also explain why two people who are hurt in the same way do feel two degrees of pain.

When Bill knew that he was not human, he had doubts about himself that were enough to make his mind explode, that everything was a conspiracy, that he was the cause of his bad luck, and even that he was like this before he crossed over, or if he became like this after the crossing.

And in the process, Bill gradually stripped away from his original identity.

I'm not a human being, and this body isn't me, so why do I feel from this body?

Is it because I think that if I am injured and bleed, it will hurt, so the pain will appear?

Then, as long as the preconceived mind is removed, the pain becomes 'non-existent'.

So whether it's a buckshot shot into the body, or a sharp blade cutting through the skin, when he is reckless in this body that has been reassembled many times, Bill also strips away the pain of this body.

It was also his recognition of what other creatures he was.

The fierce clash continued, and with manic expressions on their faces, they shredded the rows of obstructive buildings like tofu and turned them into a pile of rubble.

It's just that under the crimson moon, Jack, a magician with more combat experience, ends up stabbing Bill in the chest with a sharp knife, pinning him to a wall that is only black.

The dark red crystal spread from the blade, gradually sealing the heart that drove the black blood to be active in the crystal.

Two streams of pure black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, ticking to the ground.

"Bill, you've disappointed me, I thought you at least knew how to use power, but you're still at the beginning of your journey. ”

"Your boring appearance, if you don't die at my hands, you will die sooner or later at the hands of those boring believers. ”

"Then it's better for you to die now, at least I'll bring you more tricks. ”

Magician Jack finally let go of his hand holding the top hat and stirred the knife from side to side, causing it to rip out the pieces, his black nails still so obvious that they shook Bill's inky eyes.

Bill saw the hand holding the straight, sharp knife more than a meter long from the ground, and he returned to the shadow when he lost control of his body, calmly searching for Jack's body.

If his true form is not found, then Bill will never be able to kill him, as he says.

Nine shadow-eroded bullets were fired at close range, and Bill controlled his fingers to complete a shooting action, and the bullets did not pass through his body, but actually entered his body.

"What, aren't you still alive, and since you're alive, you have to resist well. ”

Jack didn't seem to expect him to fight back, but after a brief moment of surprise, his hand fist opened, and all nine bullets appeared in his hand and fell to the ground.

The expression on his face was indiscernible other than impatience, and Bill couldn't tell if the bullet had hurt him.

The pitch-black dagger crept into Shadow Bill's hand, raised his hand to stab the dagger into Jack's body, and then opened it.

Tiny crystal particles as fine as dust erupted from the gap, as if the shining thing was Jack's blood.

It's just that they don't fall to the ground and regather like black blood, but are affected by the power of shadows, and the smooth surface quickly dims and becomes deactivated garbage.

Jack's waist was notched, but it didn't interfere with the movement in his hand, and the sharp knife was pulled out of his rotten chest and plunged into the ground!

The shadow that broke away from the ground was actually nailed back to the ground by the sharp knife, and he trembled and released the palm of the hand that held the pitch-black dagger, feeling the unreality that the shadow was injured when there was a real notch in his body.

It's like being a piece of paper, the paper is torn, and then it's not whole, but it's still there.

"So, is this the new ability you brought back from the Shadow World?"

Jack spoke again, and the missing part of his body had regrown mirror-like crystals, refracting colorful light, and turning into flesh and gowns.

Shadow Bill retracted his palm in pain, and the shadow palm was split in two by the sharp knife, and after leaving the sharp knife, it reunited and became intact.

"New abilities?"

"Uh-huh~"

"I don't think so, I just feel more relaxed than I have ever felt before, and when I leave the human shell behind, I see the world that I have never seen before. ”

"So Bill, you still don't agree with me?"

Jack plunged the knife into the ground quickly, and Shadow Bill twisted to dodge the oncoming sharp blade, which it had to dodge because it was dangerous, and if it could seal the heart of black blood, it would seal the shadow and deal damage to Shadow.

Because the essence of power may be the same, and although the forms are ever-changing, they have the same end.

"The world is nothing, you can only see what your eyes tell you to see, human beings are just a name, everything in the world is like a mirror, everything is fake. ”

"No, you're wrong, Jack, the world is real, like you're obsessed with getting answers to your questions, because you've never let go, and you'll never be able to be the real one. ”

"Huh?"

"People live on a small and great planet, and the night is the truest shadow of this planet, Jack, the world is not a phantom, the world is light and shadow. ”

"Hah!"

"And we're all in the shadows. ”

"Ha ......"

In the quick attack dodge, they talk to each other as equals, and Bill can no longer be distracted by inexplicable thoughts, and the recognition that he is a shadow creature makes him understand more of the conjecture about shadows.

But Jack clearly has two attitudes towards him, and Jack wants to be recognized.

"Jack, I know the answer to the question, because it's your question and answer, and I have to put myself in your shoes. ”

Suddenly stretched out his right hand to bypass Jack, and suddenly grabbed his palm from behind, which was clenching the sharp knife, and Jack's movements came to an abrupt halt.

Shadow Bill slowly got up and turned into a three-dimensional black shadow, the silhouette of which was exactly the same as Williams, who was still bleeding against the wall, except that he was completely black and colorless.

"I know that when you got the knife, you didn't cut the children, and you didn't cut the apples. ”

"You used this fruit-cutting knife to kill the rule-maker who forced you to give an answer, and after four slashes you didn't feel like it was enough to get angry, you killed the kids who got in the way. ”

"Because the knife is in your hand, you can cut as many times as you want. ”

"Jack, am I right?"