In desperation, Maffeo raised his ghost hand and forcibly propped up a protective shield of flesh and qi that was not very defensive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Klein didn't think so, he didn't have any intention of putting away his sword, whether he was afraid of the ghost god Maffeo didn't know, but he knew that he was at a disadvantage now, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand, and now he was full of advantages, so he was fearless.

The final result was beyond Maffeo's expectations, the Blood Qi shield shattered almost the moment the blade slashed, and it couldn't even reduce the damage caused by the slightest attack. The sword qi cut a terrifying wound in his chest, and he retreated in pain, almost making him unable to stand up and continue fighting.

Maffeo hurriedly tried to pull out an emergency alchemy potion to heal the wound, but Klein wouldn't give him a chance, he obviously wanted to kill Maffeo, there was no doubt about it. As the pursuit ensued, he took another step and returned to holding the sword in one hand, holding the hilt of the sword in his backhand. The moment he swung his slash, he instantly spun the sword and switched back to holding it in his forehand, and at the same time, the ferocious slash was released.

Maffeo watched as the severed alchemy potion spurted blood from the wound on his right arm, which held the potion, flying before his eyes, and the blood mixed with the fragments of the vial, mixed with the light green potion, and landed at his feet. He had thought a lot, but at this time his mind was blank.

There seemed to be no suspense anymore, Klein could have taken Maffeo's life with a single blow at any moment, and he was happy to do so. He slammed his shoulder into the wound in Maffeo's chest, causing his screams to echo through the quiet surroundings of the Southside. It was clear that he wanted to cut off Maffeo's head, so he grabbed Maffeo's hair as if he were now facing a lamb to the slaughter.

"Farewell, Mr. Fry. His voice was like a requiem.

"I don't know what you think of ghosts......" Maffeo muttered in a low voice.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll hear my answer in hell. Of course, it depends on my mood. Klein's eyes flashed fiercely, and he swung the sword in his hand.

Klein probably hadn't had such a rich change in expression in the first twenty years of his life, from joy to surprise to pain. At this moment, the muscles on his face twitched, and the bulging green tendons made him look extremely terrifying. His blade had even reached the back of Maffeo's neck, and the blood seeping from the blade slicing through the skin flowed down the blade to the ground. Corresponding to it was the bright red ghost hand that pierced his abdomen with his bare hand, which was seen as a symbol of the curse.

Maffeo's eyes glowed bloodthirsty red, and his smile was almost mad, but he was sure he still had his senses. Klein almost spat out a mouthful of blood at him, and Maffeo was so excited that he even wanted to kill like crazy. But he struggles to control the shackles in his heart, and once the ogre's soul is broken by Kazan, then only death awaits him.

"You...... Monster ......" Klein's throat seemed to be blocked by some foreign object, and he could no longer continue to let the long sword in his hand go down even a centimeter. Maffeo had no time to care about the ghost hand that remained in the opponent's body during the battle with Kazan, so the pain continued.

The two sides remained in this terrifying position for about five minutes, and finally Maffeo made the final move in this deathmatch. He let out a beast-like roar and pulled out the ghost hand that pierced through the flesh and blood of the opponent, and then began to frantically begin to drain the opponent's blood. Maffeo could no longer shake off the shackles, but he still had a glimmer of self-awareness, and when he realized it, he realized that Klein had become a withered corpse lying on the ground.

A chill ran down his spine, and he stared with fear at his blood-stained, cursed ghost hand. Then he frantically tried to shake the flesh off his hands, and he began to vomit, and he was surprised to find that the wounds cut by Klein's sword had miraculously recovered. When he regained his first memory after his mind went blank, he realized that he had absorbed the blood of the other party to repair his wounds. Believing in this ability is something that many people dream of, but what Maffeo has at the moment is only the fear of his own heart. "Marcos!Marcos!" he began to anxiously try to find Marcos, the only guy who could reassure him in this situation. But when he came back to his senses, he found himself in Aucente.

The moonlight shone on the lonely figure, shining on the bright red ghost hand. He silently put the cloak back on the ghost's hand and staggered to begin to take mechanical steps. At this moment, he was at a loss like a child, and he was very afraid that what had just happened happened again. He wasn't mentally prepared enough, he thought he had understood his position in the battle in Sky City, but he found out that he was wrong.

It was the first time since he had killed Bone Inferno that he had almost lost his mind, and the ogre's grip had loosened a bit, and he could feel it. "Please, Maffeo, sober up. He covered his face. "It's going to be fine. ”

When he looked up again, he was no longer dazed, replaced by an expression that nothing had happened. To defeat the demon in his heart, he must try not to think about those things all the time, he must let go of everything. Marcos's proposal came to him, and he decided that he must go with him to uncover Kazan's secret.

As he passed the only estate in the Southside, Maffeo paused for a moment. I didn't figure out what I was expecting, and instead I went through dangerous experiences that I couldn't have imagined. Maffeo felt a little tired and overwhelmed, but he didn't think he would give up. So he tried to step into the manor again, but just as he was taking a step, with renewed vigilance he noticed the sneaky figure. So he lifted the crossbow at his waist, "Do you want to play hide and seek?"

"Damn, don't do it, it's me, Ludwig. Ludwig hurried out of the alley, and a small figure followed him.

"God, Ludwig, what are you doing here?" said Maffeo anxiously, something terrible had happened here, and Ludwig should not have been here.

"I can't help it, this little guy keeps making trouble. Ludwig pointed at Walter who had come up, and he pounced on Maffeo as if to get his master back, thinking that Maffeo had left him alone.

"Alright, easy, little one. I never wanted to abandon you. Maffeo smiled and stroked Walter's head over and over again, reassuring it.

Ludwig was a little frightened when he spoke again, "Fry, you look a little bad. He mustered up the courage to raise his hand and point at the unwiped blood on Maffeo's body.

Maffeo looked down at the blood on his trench coat, and immediately realized again that Ludwig's presence here was not a good thing. So he left the manor behind and hurried Ludwig in the direction of West Street. "Follow me, it's dangerous here. Before Ludwig could understand what was happening, his body was pulled by a man of terrifying strength to him, and he ran in a direction unfamiliar to him. Walter followed closely behind the two, and instead of yelling, it followed in silence.