Chapter 114
(The serial number of the previous chapter is incorrect, which has no effect on the text.) )
The sound of explosions continued to sound, and the red and black space continued to collapse and collapse, and Bill calmly shot in one direction, trying to blow up the space boundary with shadow bullets!
The magazine clicks and falls from underneath the shotgun, instantly turning back into a shadow when it touches the ground, and a new magazine instantly emerges from the palm of the hand and inserts it underneath the shotgun.
It's just that the mirror repairs itself completely faster than Bill expected, and he's never encountered anything like this before.
Depression and ominousness loom over him again, and Bill stops shooting, the shotgun turns into a shadow and returns to his body, quickly rethinking his way out.
"Jack suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and the exit is on it?"
Bill felt dizzy as his heart popped out, and while the shadow could perfectly replicate an existing template, it still consumed a lot of stamina and energy, and was not created out of thin air.
With a flick of his wrist upwards, black blood broke through the skin, like countless wriggling leeches rushing towards the false sky.
The pale golden pupils and gray-black eyes turned rapidly, carefully staring at each drop of black blood, and these black blood were quickly blocked by the boundary in mid-air, and the distorted and unnatural boundary was already very obvious.
After the black blood touched the border, all of them became specimens in the mirror, and they also maintained a wriggling posture, like dots of ink staining the mirror.
“...... When the black blood enters the mirror, it loses contact with me, and judging by the performance of the shadow eyeballs just now, they will also be sealed inside. ”
"Although black blood can be regenerated, even if I throw all the blood into the air, I may not be able to find an exit, that man's personality is too bad to set the answer so simple. ”
The boundary of space has been squeezed into the last room, and the inexplicable panic and uneasiness go straight to the bottom of my heart, my breathing accelerates, and my pupils dilate unconsciously.
Bill thought he had seen through life and death, and was about to reach the end of his act, but the throbbing in his chest betrayed the most primitive instincts of all living beings.
Because the unknown is an eternal fear in everyone's heart.
Suddenly, a transparent silk thread floated in front of Bill's eyes, hanging strangely in the air, and drawing an arrow in a folded way, a little anxious.
"Line?"
"It's the woman......"
Bill didn't hesitate for long, the surroundings had already collapsed, and he had no more options!
Since the woman has the ability to control the silk thread to appear in this space, it means that she is not an ordinary liar soothsayer, and she can only try now.
Unbeknownst to Bill, in a gloomy cave on the outskirts of Brittus, Esther, a red-haired woman who calls herself a soothsayer, is sitting with bated breath on a bed of shabby springs.
She was using all her power to remotely control the silk thread, trying to lead the man to escape, and although Esther didn't know how the space worked, she could see the layers of danger and push the way to safety.
However, true soothsayers usually do not consume their lives to help other people, life and fate are very wonderful things, interfering with the disasters that others should have experienced, and fate will take revenge sooner or later.
Transparent silk lines draw a circle in mid-air, which is the only exit passage from this red-black space surrounded by mirrors?
Jumping into the air with all his might, the black blood formed a spring shape under his feet, and Bill swooped into the mirror border, instantly feeling all the weird pressure disappear.
When his eyes adjusted to the dark vision again, he found that he had completely left the space, standing at the fork not far from the unbranded tavern, without any change.
On Bill's ankle, the thread that helped guide him to the right exit went underground without saying goodbye, but despite this, Bill whispered thanks.
"You're not a soothsayer, and I apologize for what I said before. ”
"Thank you. ”
Patting the folds on his clothes, Bill turned and went back to the unbranded tavern again, and he never forgot that he was not done yet.
The smell of wine and yellow light still wafted from the cracks in the door of the unbranded tavern, and this time Bill chose to enter the tavern openly.
At the moment, the only thing in the tavern was the tavern keeper who was dozing off, he was lying on the table bored, even the killer didn't often travel late at night, and Jack slaughtered the killer who was supposed to be drinking here.
The spring door creaks open, and the tavernkeeper suddenly wakes up from his golden dream, feeling a different pressure than Jack.
"Welcome to the shop, guest, what do you need to ......?"
"You, it's you, you haven't been ...... by Jack!"
Surprised to scream, the tavernkeeper could only utter two words at the moment, and then he quickly regained his composure, hoping that Bill would forget that he had made a gaffe.
"Boss, another glass of lemonade without ice. ”
"Okay. ”
The boss took out a large knife large enough to chop the bones of a stick and a lemon, and began to mix lemon juice, not forgetting to keep an eye on Bill's movements.
"Boss, I want to ask you some questions, you should be free now, right?"
"Yes, free. ”
The tavernkeeper was a little nervous, and Bill and Mad Jack left the tavern at about the same time, and only one person reappeared, the other one......
"You know the man well, don't you?"
"Guest, you mean Jack, I don't know him well. ”
Quickly delivering the crushed lemon juice to Bill, the tavernkeeper grinning a little ugly with two rows of yellow teeth on his face.
Syllable!
Bill quickly slapped a bag of gold pounds on the bar counter, and the owner quickly took the gold pounds back, changed his attitude and changed his words with a smile.
"Guest, you can ask me any questions, I have been waking up the tavern in no man's land for so many years, and I really know a lot of interesting secrets, and I have had a few encounters with Jack. ”
"He's a member of the Black Street?"
"No, how can a lawless lone ranger like Jack be taken in by an organization, the witch hunter and the Ode Holy See have long designated him as an S-class bounty, and his head is worth a lot of money!"
"Uh-huh. ”
"You also come from the mysterious world, and you should also know the rules of our dark street, and non-dark street members accept the bounty order 50% higher than the original price. ”
“...... Yes, of course I do, so how much does my bounty bill sell for now, do you know who wants to buy my head?"
Bill asks the tavern owner bluntly, there is no need to go around in circles, and the unsignified tavern does not seem to be directly hunting targets as a commission issuing agency.
In this way, the tavernkeeper seems to be the group that does not pose a threat to him, and has a lot of secrets waiting to be unearthed.
The tavernkeeper opened his mouth slightly, apparently not expecting Bill to ask so bluntly, his eyes fluttering, as if he was thinking about how to answer.
On the outskirts of Brittus, a cloudy wind swept through the dim woods, and suddenly there was the rustle of countless reptiles tearing at the leaves.
Inside a cryptic grotto, Esther is immersed in Bill's charming and sexy voice, happily lying on the bed, her legs between the quilts, rubbing from side to side.
"Ahh......h
"Hey, hey, hey......"
Esther's face was slightly red, and she couldn't sleep with excitement, and her mind was full of images of the man cornering himself in a no-man's land alley.
Suddenly there was some dampness in the cracks in the stone of the cave, and the red-haired woman who was lying on the bed and fantasizing sometimes made a strange and shy voice, and sometimes covered her head in the quilt and giggled.
But she didn't know that a huge figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the dimly lit grotto, slowly approaching......