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The slightly flickering kerosene lamp illuminated the stone room, and the stone staircase corridor was silent except for the sound of sharpening knives and the sneer of men.

It was already midnight, and suddenly a dark shadow swept over the wall, and it came from the darkness with no end in sight, and Bill suddenly felt so cold......

His body was shaking, shaking his newborn muscles and making him itch unbearably, and the bugs in his body kept exploding, and he was in pain.

He also saw that the great shadow on the wall was clearer under the dimming glow of the kerosene lamp, but the shadow's legs were thin because the soles of its feet were connected to the soles of Station Chief Hoover's feet.

Bill's limbs were tied to a shelf, and in front of him was a meat grinder with dried blood, and on the wooden shelf next to the meat grinder, there were many dull glass bottles, which looked like strange collectibles.

Like dry animal scales, dirty human fingernails, blond hair I don't know what I got from the woman, and all sorts of black slimy things.

In such a scenario, the person tied to the shelf should be keen to shout: Help!

Then the villain laughed with a knife: Even if you shout and cut your throat, no one will save you!

But Bill felt that this kind of plot was too bloody, and he only wanted to know what Stationmaster Hoover was going to do to him, because he had tried for a long time, and the faint shadow power was difficult to control, and they were stubbornly stuck in the body, slacking off like fossils.

And his own shadow did not show fear or react in the face of the great shadow.

"Hey, Mr. Cliff, shall we have a chat?"

Miss Marselan vanished, and Station Master Hoover had put on the butcher's dirty apron and had an almost fanatical expression on his face, a look familiar to Bill again.

Because, he once saw it in the mirror......

"It's weird, I didn't feel anything wrong with this expression before?"

"The ability to express itself is blocked, and the receptors become strange......

"Could it be that because I tried to stop the pain, even my normal judgment was affected?"

Bill looked at everything in front of him, including the flickering shadows, and seemed to have a sense of something.

But he couldn't believe that there was a problem with his mental state or judgment, and he never noticed it.

"Which organization sent you, and why did you infiltrate this mental hospital and send you in with you?"

"You're going to find out the secrets of the Holy See of Oude, so you're ......"

"How did you control the black mist from entering your body?"

Stationmaster Hoover sticks a butcher's knife to Bill's face and slaps it in the face, a cold touch, corny opening and threatening tactics that reminds Bill of some classic movie scenes.

Try to open your mouth, the muscles in your face have healed and you can speak normally.

"Stationmaster Hoover, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't you diagnose that I was mentally ill, that's why I'm locked up here, and if you say I'm not sick, I can leave!"

Bill told the truth, but no one seemed to believe that he would tell the truth.

"Hehe, what a hard-mouthed guy. ”

"I'll let you speak, the activation experiment is short of capable people as test subjects, and the group of idiots above can't evolve a normal ability person in a few years. ”

With that, Stationmaster Hoover grinned ugly, threw down the knife in his hand, took out a thumb-thick needle from the drawer, and grinned at himself.

"Hiss......"

A slightly cloudy, viscous liquid flowed from his veins, and he sucked out the half-tube with all the strength he could eat, and then Station Master Hoover was sweating profusely.

"His blood is still red, but there is a slight tendency to turn black, it seems that the shadow power in his body is very small, probably just an innate ability. 」

"It seems that Williams is very talented, and I never seem to have used up the shadow power in his body, but his physical strength limits his mobility. 」

Hoover stood still and rested for a few minutes before continuing to hold up the needle in his hand, smiling twistedly at Bill, approaching step by step.

"Any idea what this is?"

“...... Your blood. ”

Bill didn't know what he wanted to ask, but if Hoover was going to put the tube of blood into himself, he wanted the man to be free of venereal diseases.

"Hehe, you'll soon learn that this isn't ordinary blood, and that when it gets into your skin inch by inch, you're going to suffer a great deal of pain......"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey—"

Stationmaster Hoover had a terrible smile, which was Bill's only comment on his current moves, and if he looked more joyful, he should have a talent for acting.

After all, in terms of mastering the power of shadows, if Williams is a normal talent, Hoover is a useless waste, and he should change careers to do other research as soon as possible.

His thoughts only flickered for a moment, and the man in the apron had already arrived in front of him, and Bill could even see the unshaved shreds of flesh and leaves between his teeth, for his mouth had not closed since he started laughing.

"I didn't notice it, I didn't show this ugliness, did I?"

"I hope so......"

“...... But you will thank me, because you will become one with me, in the form of energy!"

Syllable!

The needle was inserted into Bill's body in an instant, and the filthy blood rushed into the newly nascent blood vessels, which were unbridled, infecting and corroding......

Hoover looked expectantly at the wonderful changes that were about to take place in the man in front of him, and he longed to hear wailing, screaming, and even more so to see the pain that befell others!

When those pleasant voices echo in his ears, when he sees the patients kneeling before him begging for mercy, and when he sees himself in control of the entire mental hospital, he thinks of the memories of his ostracism in the Holy See, and the bullying he has been secretly subjected to.

Just because the abilities he has developed are shady, he can only be despised by the bishops of the Holy See, and he is assigned to be the director of a mental hospital in such a place where no one wants to manage?

No, that's because they don't understand, only the shadows, only the ability to do things that other forces can barely do!

Only shadows can be ......

to ......

The dancing and self-conceiving stationmaster Hoover was suddenly a little embarrassed, he had mobilized all his emotions, hoping to be happy with Bill's painful struggle, but the man in front of him was still expressionless.

......

......

"Why didn't you react?"

"Y-Why don't you call it out!?"

Stationmaster Hoover stared at Bill's face with wide eyes, hoping to see the hidden in that cold face, and he thought that Bill was just deliberately pretending not to be in pain, when in fact, his nerves were about to collapse completely in the next moment.

"Huh?"

"What are you talking about, dear Mr. Stationmaster, did you deliberately give me a blood supplement because I had a bad face and some anemia?"

"Actually, you can just let the canteen make more meat dishes, so you don't have to be so troublesome. ”

This remarkably relieved answer made Hoover question his own blood, and he pumped half a tube harder, all injecting it into Bill's shaking body.

"Don't pretend, your body has betrayed you, I know you're holding on!"

"The shadows are eroding your body, and you're going to call out my dad in pain, hahahahaha......"

"Ha, hahahahahaha......ha

"Ha ......"

The sound of laughter climbed up through the stone door, and the kerosene light flickered on and off, illuminating his shadow again as if it were about to fill the entire stone chamber......

"Hey ......"

"Can you stop laughing, it may be because I haven't eaten well lately, and my calf is a little cramped, aren't you a doctor, you should know that calcium deficiency will cause muscle twitches. ”

“......”

"What the hell is going on with you?!"

"Shouldn't you be so tormented by the shadows that you can't even speak by now!!"

In the face of Bill, who didn't react at all, Hoover's high desire wanted to be poured a basin of ice water, and immediately softened, and he failed to get the happiness he wanted as scheduled, and there was only anger and no birds left in his heart!

And in the face of the strange ability that cannot be infected and turned into the power of shadows, Hoover immediately had some guesses in his mind.

"Are you also a shadow powerhouse?"

"Damn, there are very few people who can shadow abilities, how can you use them too?"

"So, are you the one who came to me to try to take away my shadow power!!"

“...... Inexplicably, what are you talking about?"

Bill was grabbed by the collar by Hoover, but he didn't understand how the madman could relate what he had just said to such a place.

However, as Hoover's blood entered his body, his sense of the power of the shadows seemed to increase considerably.

"Maybe I should trick him into injecting me with some more blood with the power of shadows, would it be useful to call a few more times?"

「......」

Looking at Stationmaster Hoover with a hideous face, Bill suddenly lowered the corners of his eyes and twisted his eyebrows together.

"Oops, oops, it hurts!"

"No, don't touch me, my hand is broken, and it looks like there are 10,000 bugs in my body!"

"Damn Hoover, what did you do to me!!"

After the power of the shadow entered his body, Williams's body recovery speed began to speed up, and Bill regained his mobility.

And his sudden change in mood made Stationmaster Hoover stunned, unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

"What is this—What's going on......"

"Why did it suddenly work again......"

"Could it be that the black mist inside him is slowing down the speed at which the shadows are eroding his body?"

I don't know if it's because Stationmaster Hoover is crazy, or if Bill is pretending to be too similar, this kind of bad acting skills was not punctured on the spot.

However, based on Hoover's own speculation, Bill immediately changed his strategy and continued to cry out pain while maintaining his original posture of pain.

"Help me, help me!"

"No, what have you done to me? They're fighting inside me! they're eating my flesh like crazy!"

"You damn fuck off, I'm going to make you regret making this stupid move to me, itchy, itchy, let me go, let me go!!"

Hearing Bill's gibberish, Stationmaster Hoover quickly fell into thought, and even the mood of watching the people who had been abused to death by himself no longer exist.

He just looked at the needle in his hand thoughtfully.

"The power of the black mist and shadows collected in the air some time ago has a countervailing effect?"

"Although the black fog can also make people crazy, it is actually very different from the essential source of the shadows?"

Muttering to himself, Hoover looked into his palm and pulled out a brown glass vial from a locked drawer, which still contained the last of the black mist he had gathered.

"I can only have this stock left, and I don't know when the black mist will reappear, it's been a few weeks since it disappeared, and I need to cultivate more black mist to gain abilities from the special force field it affects......"

"Damn, it's not that the mysterious source is too difficult to find, there is no way for ordinary people to gain more power, and even in the Oude Holy See, only those who are above the bishop are qualified to access those things. ”

"Foolish old stubborns, the Holy See should learn from the witches, and use witchcraft to prolong their lives and maintain their strength and appearance, what good is it for the Holy See to destroy those real witches!"

"Heh, of course the answer is no!"

The pale-faced Stationmaster Hoover bit the cork of the bottle, pulled it down hard, and suddenly reached out his hand, which seemed to be shrouded in the hands of the shadows.

Tick......

A drop of blood melted into the figure on the ground, and the black mist suddenly rushed excitedly towards this drop of turbid blood, and they quickly ate up the blood left, and they were hungry.

Hoover carefully controlled the figure on the ground to collect the precious black mist and put it back into the brown glass bottle.

"Strange, why didn't anything happen when I tried to fuse the shadows with the black fog before?"

"Has even the black fog been affected by something recently, has it changed......

Hiding the brown glass bottle as a drawer, Stationmaster Hoover finally turned his attention back to Bill, and since experiments had proven that the black mist and blood did interfere with each other, then what happened to Bill could be explained.

Hoover inserted the needle into the veins and began to draw blood, he needed to continue to let Bill be eroded by the shadows, and finally become a nourishment that replenished his shadow energy.

Although continuing to do so will be depleting to the body, if successful, Stationmaster Hoover's control over the shadows and the amount of shadow power contained in his body will be greatly improved!

On top of the loss of two tubes of blood, Stationmaster Hoover must turn Bill into energy absorption in order to earn back the capital he invested!

The foul blood shook in the needle, hitting the white wall, and the bursting blood vessels were clearly visible on the arm, but the more conspicuous part of his arm was that the arm was already covered with needle holes.

More and more blood lodged with the power of the shadows was injected into Bill's body, and more and more familiar sensations crept up on Bill's head, which had been hurt many times.

For ordinary people, they will definitely die because they can't withstand the energy that suddenly descends on their bodies, and for ordinary abilities, the damage to the original power in the body caused by the invasion of shadow power is even more serious and painful.

But Bill had long been accustomed to the feeling of being eroded by darkness and swallowed by shadows, the coldest and most painful, and the most painful and painful until he was numb.

Although I don't know if exchanging pain for power is something worth advocating, at least pain for value, even if it's a distorted value.

The face and mouth are still yelling, performing the perverted man's favorite drama, but the face of the group consciousness in his heart slowly bulges an arc.

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