Shirai reacted very quickly, and the arc-shaped blade light flashed above his head, but the black shadow miraculously brushed the arc light and landed on his shoulder, and pecked him hard in the neck.

Shirai snorted and tried to grab it with his hand, only to flapping its wings and flying away between his fingers.

Pus and blood mixed up and gushed out along the hole in the neck.

The one who attacked Baijing was a bird with black feathers, which was the quark that had been missing for a long time and did not know whether he was alive or dead. It is also unknown when it hid in this tree, which was obviously its revenge. However, Quark's sneak attack is okay, and a head-to-head confrontation can't be Shirai's opponent.

Quark didn't get time to get the revolver back.

Taking advantage of Shirai's attention being drawn to quarks, I attacked again. Shirai had to throw down the troublesome crows and return to the offensive and defensive battles. The flickering light of the knife staggered back and forth, and as I had done before, I tried to hide in the blind spot on his left side of vision. Quark saw that he was attacking Shirai's head again from above, and Shirai was immediately distracted, and I kicked him in the abdomen, and the whole person flew up and crashed into a big tree on the side of the road.

Quark let out a smug cry and landed on my shoulder.

At this time, I noticed that there were already a lot of eyes around me. These passers-by are still a little confused, thinking that it is a harmless fight, and they have not decided whether to intervene in the dispute between the children. And when we see the weapons in our hands, we will also feel scared and hesitate. Obviously, everything that happened between the two of us is none of their business, but if we continue to fight, I am afraid that it will attract enthusiasts and police.

You can't kill him in plain sight.

I went back to the trash can and took out my pistol, and while monitoring Shirai, who was getting up from the ground, I quietly hid it in my coat.

Shirai didn't seem to be able to stand the gaze of others either, and put his hat on.

Finally someone noticed the injuries on our bodies and hesitated to run to the police who were supervising the fire scene.

Shirai turned around and left, and I caught up with him from a distance of ten meters. We ran as fast as we could, and the shouts of the police came from behind us, but we were immediately left behind, turning a few side streets and alleys, and climbing over a few walls, and then there was no sound. While a kitchen knife cut isn't fatal, the fight and escape left me physically and mentally exhausted.

Using Greystone can speed up recovery, but there is not much Greystone left, and I am reluctant to use it myself at the thought that Sakiya, Zuojiang, and Quark may all encounter a dying dilemma one day in the future.

Shirai's figure flickered in front of him. When I chased after him, I didn't see half a figure again, and in this dark alley where no one was around, he disappeared as if by magic. With his athletic ability, if he is not afraid of being seen, there are few obstacles in this city that can stop him.

I looked around as I walked forward, and found blood and skin tissue on the side of an iron ladder. But once he climbs up from here, it is equivalent to entering a vast space, and I can't catch up with my speed. The road was a dead end, and I stopped when I saw the wall blocking the opposite side, and looked helplessly at the sky.

If only Zuo Jiang could arrive in time, where did she go?

Quark rolled his glass-beaded eyes and pecked my ear lightly.

That's right, there's quark too.

I took it off my shoulder and fed it a greystone as a reward, perhaps because it had used greystone for the first time to heal its wounds and had become accustomed to the strength of the greystone, it seemed more energetic.

I threw it into the night sky.

"Go, Quark, find him!"

Quark flapped his wings into the night sky, until he saw that it had no intention of turning back, and pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

The light at the entrance makes this place even darker, and the night breeze blows in vigorously, which is already quite autumnal. I was using my hands to block the wind and light the smoke when a figure suddenly appeared at the bright entrance. Because of the light, only an outline of a halo can be seen. I blinked subconsciously.

"Zuo Jiang?" I asked.

The man didn't reply, just stood there and looked at me quietly. I immediately realized that things had changed again, and I couldn't help but take a deep puff of cigarette to calm my mind.

What is the way to go?

"Shirai?"

The magic pattern on his left hand suddenly burned. The feeling seems somewhat familiar. The pain came and went away so quickly that it was like a convulsion and didn't actually cause any damage. But I already remember where the familiarity came from. In the diary, when he was found by Father Sissen.

The priest has three diamond-shaped magic patterns and is a wizard apprentice with a C-level rating.

In this way, the guy in front of him, even if he is not as powerful as the priest, is also a demonic messenger.

For the first time in my living memory, I had seen a messenger other than myself.

The smell of the visitors gives an unfriendly feeling. He didn't identify myself, but he used special methods to test my identity, like a hunter looking for a specific prey.

Tsk, the trouble is really coming.

"Looks like I'm your target?"

The person who came still didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand flat, and there seemed to be a long strip of weapon in his hand, as if it was a knife? In short, the will to fight is very obvious. I mustered myself up, took a cigarette in my mouth, and took out my pistol and dagger in each hand.

I decided to strike first, and I was going to shoot when I raised my gun. At that moment, a special sensation came through the air. It seemed to be a sound, like a vibration of a certain frequency, like something was planned, and it made me intuitively frightened. The part of the suspected tip of the knife suddenly became blurred, and he raised and swung it down, and before my thoughts could be communicated, the chain judgment had already made the body reflexively dodge.

The distortion of the air was almost visible to the naked eye, as if it had been crushed from behind by a tremendous force, and it trembled violently, making a loud humming sound through where I had been standing. The impact was so wide that even if you dodged it beforehand, it felt as if a blade was grazing against your head and body.

Before it hit the ground, a storm-like aftermath immediately swept through all visible objects. The floor, the walls, and even the trash cans and iron frames were scraped off, and stones, steel pipes, and iron sheets flew around him.

It wasn't until the storm had completely subsided that I got back to my feet.

The scenery around him was so broken that it was impossible to see the original.

It's terrible, what kind of force is this!?

I heard myself gasp heavily, and everything I had witnessed and seen turned into a tremendous pressure that weighed heavily on my body. I had to be convinced that this might was the result of the weapon in the man's hand, not his own strength. In the diary records, it seems that Father Sissen did not have such a strong force.

That's also a limited weapon? It's a world of difference from my revolver.

I have a lingering suspicion that the other party is targeting me, and that it is the killer of the goats, and they know something about me. Did you find out the identity of the murderer Takakawa? Or uncover the identity of the Demonic Emissary? Or even both? This kind of question doesn't matter, the important thing is that they decided to kill me.

The emissary stood silently in place, like an impassable mountain.

He held up the knife again.

I fired first, but the bullet flew in front of the man, and he fell to the ground in a quagmire that stalled rapidly. The air in front of the man visibly distorted.

The air was filled with the strange vibrations of the previous one, as if a person was trapped in an iron cage.

Escape!

The only thought fills the brain.