Makoto wanted to do such a desperate thing as setting fire to the house, but the kitchen fire couldn't even light the tablecloth, so he never fulfilled his dream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the fire of revenge taken out of the ghoul's chest has completely changed, and this flame does not know what its characteristics are, and what it touches is more effective than pouring gasoline.

The only thing that makes Makoto feel sorry is that with the removal of the flames, the ghoul also vanished.

Since then, the only sanity remnants of the little boy and the little girl have been completely consumed.

"The human will is indeed a subtle thing, only a faint remnant, but it is so powerful. ”

Makoto set the fire while worrying about the two beings who have not yet appeared, the cult old man and the younger brother who has never appeared.

But until he jumped out of the building, the two never appeared.

Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see the scene where the werewolf Elena threw the body of the hostess into the flames.

"It's worthy of the part on the ghost armor, and it's really decisive. ”

The whole house burned extremely fast, and at this time it had turned into a huge fire.

The two Elenas were startled when they saw Makoto jumping out on fire, thinking that he was also on fire. Suddenly shouted, "Makoto, are you okay?"

Makoto waved his hand like someone who was fine, and said, "Don't get too close, this thing is a bit evil." ”

Werewolf Elena had sharp eyes, looked at Chengqi's elbow-broken right arm, and said with concern, "Is your hand okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a fantasy here, just go back. ”

The house crackled and burned, and the three of them stared at it for a few minutes, and Makoto's face became more and more difficult to look at.

Her younger sister Elena also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and said, "Nothing has changed?"

Indeed, although the house had begun to collapse in the flames, the three of them had no feeling of leaving the illusion at all.

Makoto suddenly let out a scream and quickly brought his left hand to his eyes.

The flame of vengeance burned so fast that the curse that overflowed from his body was about to begin to burn faster.

He felt a chill spread from his mind, and a thought came to his mind.

"What is the place of this curse in this haunted house?"

This thought was like a cold wind in the polar region, and Makoto even forgot the burning pain that appeared in his hands from time to time.

He suddenly yelled and said, "Impossible!"

A feeling of being teased flooded his chest.

"It couldn't have been designed a long time ago, he couldn't have had such a complete ability to think. ”

In the eyes of the two Elenas, Makoto seemed to have suddenly fallen into madness, roared twice, and pulled out a statue of a two-headed black cat from his clothes, and his figure flashed and disappeared in front of him.

Makoto suddenly remembered that there was not only a house in this illusion, but also a cult hall.

And when it comes to revenge, this is the beginning and the end.

With the ability of the two-headed black cat, Cheng entered the main hall of the cult in an instant.

He saw the old man standing in the middle of the hall, waiting for him.

The curse on Makoto's body seems to have been strengthened by the environment here, temporarily erasing the burning sensation that Makoto constantly brings.

The old man stared at Makoto and said, "You are very good." ”

"The same goes for you. ”

As soon as he raised his hand, he threw a curse of weakness.

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Have you forgotten who taught you?"

The curse of weakness fell on the old man, like a mud cow entering the sea, without stirring up the slightest wave.

Makoto's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't have any knowledge in his memory that could absorb the curse like this, and his face suddenly became a lot more ugly.

Unfortunately, the other buffalo skull was still in the haunted house by himself.

The old man didn't fight back immediately, but Makoto was still on fire, how dare he delay, the air of death flowed to his left arm, he recited a spell of three characters, waved his hand, and said, "Death impact." ”

A green light flew towards the old man at an extremely fast speed.

But just like the previous time, the old man's body was like a black hole, and Makoto's attack was completely ineffective.

Makoto was slightly stunned, feeling that something was wrong.

The old man smiled: "I said, I taught you all your spells, it's useless. ”

Cheng clenched his fists and snorted coldly, "Why don't you attack?"

"What do you say?"

"Looks like it's going to be a hassle to maintain this spell, or you'd have fought back. ”

Makoto's words didn't move the old man in any way, and he said in a deep voice: "Well, I'm not very smart, I didn't cast any spells. ”

The old man took it for granted, Cheng frowned slightly, and mocked: "It's just a false existence." ”

The old man seemed to be well-groomed, and even then he did not get angry, and said, "If I am a fake, then what are you?"

This sentence made Cheng a little strange, and there seemed to be some subtle differences between the old man at this time and what he had seen before.

It was as if the evil aura that had been wrapped around his body had disappeared, and there was already another person standing there at this time.

Makoto took a step back, stared at the old man, and exclaimed, "You're not him!

Cheng always thought that there was only a family of five and an old cult here, but he didn't expect to see an existence other than this.

Finally, the old man's smiling face finally dissipated, stared at Cheng for a while, and said, "You, very good." ”

It's obviously a compliment, but Makoto feels a chill wrapping around him.

After complimenting, the old man's face suddenly darkened a little, and when he recovered, the evil aura appeared on him again.

Makoto didn't think about it, and threw a cripple over.

The consumption of the curse caused his five fingers to burn a little in an instant, but they recovered in an instant.

Five fingers connected to the heart, the pain is naturally not small.

He howled, didn't dare to stop, and slapped a death blast again.

The old man was struck by a cripple, and his body tilted and shook.

Makoto saw it clearly, although he didn't know what was going on just now, but his instinct had already rushed over with the impact of death.

The old man seemed to have just seen Qingcheng's posture, and first said suspiciously: "Cheng?"

Immediately afterwards, the sincerity was stretched out, and it turned from doubt to anger.

He slammed his hand out to aim at the path of Death Impact, and the light of death protection already appeared on his hand.

Death Impact is only the primary application of the power of death, and this low-level spell naturally cannot break through the power of death protection.

But Makoto's real attack is clearly not this.

If the fire of revenge has a tenfold attack bonus on the house, then obviously it is definitely a hundred times more for the image of the cult old man.

Although it is only an illusion formed by memory, this is the culprit who caused it all, the real target of the fire of revenge.

Makoto slammed his fist into the old man's outstretched hand.

A huge burst of flames erupted from where the two men had clashed, and a huge fireball of fire slammed into his arms, head, body, and the buildings behind him.

The power of the fire of revenge was incredible, not to mention the old man, and it almost blew through the entire hall in one fell swoop.

Makoto was taken aback by the situation.

The entire hall burned at a very fast speed like a piece of paper that had been lit, and after a few breaths, the flames were already scattered everywhere.

Makoto breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his left hand, and suddenly screamed again, "What's the matter, why hasn't this thing been extinguished yet!"