Aside from the scattered emotions, Crane controlled Gilcias silently walking towards the door.

As his attention shifted from himself to his surroundings, he suddenly heard a faint muffled crash outside.

Gilcias stopped reaching for the door, and the room fell silent.

Crane listened carefully to the sounds outside, the dull sound of gnawing and chewing like the sand of a cool night, and his spiritual instinct was to see a mottled, dirty, knotted wild dog burying its head in the carriage, greedily tearing at the bloody corpse.

Odell's extraordinary properties have not been completely precipitated, so the dog that eats his flesh and blood will not be turned into a monster by the remaining extraordinary characteristics, right?

Gilcias squeezed out the door and walked to the carriage. The sound in the carriage suddenly stopped, and the dog's head, stained with flesh and blood, raised vigilantly, and the fierce eyes reflecting the moonlight silently confronted the slowly approaching figure.

The battle just now was only a few minutes, and now it has only been ten minutes, although the screams are terrible and piercing, but in this colony that can only maintain surface security, few people will come to check, but Odell's death will definitely be investigated, tonight's movement and the blood on the ground cannot be concealed, it is time to give up the stronghold of the herb shop and end the legend of the vengeful devil.

A thought suddenly came to Crane.

The wild dogs on the wheels leaned down, hunched backs, their hind legs half-bent, and stared motionless at Gilsias. Gradually, there was confusion in its eyes, and then its muscles relaxed, and it stood up straight on all fours, and meekly raised its head in the direction of its master.

The wild dog seemed to have eaten the treasure of heaven and earth, and suddenly opened its mind, it sat in front of the carriage like a human, pulled the reins with its two front paws, and pulled it, as if it was familiar with the feeling of driving, and then shook the reins out with a sound that was not too loud, and the horses seemed to get the most familiar information, lifted the horse's hooves, and pulled the carriage to drive slowly.

Gilcias put the hood he had carried with him over his head, hiding his green hair tightly, and he took out a fist-sized translucent heart from the carriage with a bright red body and blood flowing with extraordinary properties, and handed it to Crane to seal it temporarily.

After dealing with his traces and interfering with divination, Crane also donned his cloak and ducked with Gilcias into the shadow of a wall or palm tree, falling far behind the carriage.

A broken carriage driven by a dog, just like that, in the thick night, under the quiet crimson, swaggered, Shi Shiran drove to the nearest police station.

There happened to be a senior inspector named Bullaya, who wanted to step on two boats, and was afraid of firewood knives, and often prayed to the god of the sea to make excuses to try to cover up his conversion, so Crane was very familiar with the layout of that building.

What could be more effective than creating another to cover up one rumor?

Byam is a bustling city that grows on chaos, power, and sin, and at night she is only a weak woman, coaxing most of the people to lie down, but not forcing the other few to fall.

So, even fewer of them were lucky enough to see a carriage roaming in the middle of the night pulled by dogs.

I don't know how the ambitious senior inspector will feel tomorrow morning when he sees this divine grace.

In the Moonlight Hotel, Crane returned to his room after a busy night, took out scissors and a razor to shave off Gilcias's iconic green hair carefully and meticulously. Looking at a shiny bald head, Crane muttered to himself, and the useless skills had increased again.

Crane snapped his fingers, and the clusters of fresh green hair like grass that fell on the ground suddenly burst into orange flames, and the flame seedlings obediently licked the green on the ground little by little, and then quietly retreated.

Taking care of all the problems he could think of, Crane insisted on washing up before falling back to bed and falling asleep.

……

"I've just been promoted to provocateur, so why did I have to hold the ceremony again? As soon as I saw the ...... That exists, I feel bad. ”

Finally freed from the nightmare life of Toscat, Reyns hurried back to Olavi to return to his previous peaceful and comfortable life, however, when he opened his suitcase, he threw it out in fright, and he saw the yellow oil lamp again.

With the help of the mysterious man, he scraped together the materials for promotion at the speed of light and drank the potion. A few days later, the mysterious man asked him to perform a strange ritual on the candle.

"I'll summon that pot of hot pot later, you can say the same, just the last sentence, don't forget."

Wang Zichuan looked happy, and every word he spit out seemed to grow a tail, dragging the old man.

Reyns wanted to refuse, but knowing that he didn't have the right to do so, he reluctantly set up the altar and knelt down to recite the prayer he had forgotten before, but was forced to memorize again.

"The Great God of War ......"

Ince Sauron Einhorn Medici Zangwill, who was still in Beckland, was halfway awake from his sleep when the possessed Red Angel received harassing calls from the new most hated person.

She didn't want to deal with that person, she had already guessed what that person was, so she didn't want to answer the phone.

Since she suddenly knew the identity of the person who caused her death and hated her the most, Medici almost couldn't stabilize her mental state and became a madman, but thousands of years of time have somewhat smoothed out the king of angels with a strong head, and the three-in-one will has allowed her to deal with her death more calmly. These days, she has been thinking about what she should do when she sees the light of day again.

Increasing strength, returning to my Lord, serving her, helping her, gaining sanity and sobriety, regaining the authority of the past, and returning to the throne of the Creator, this is Medici's idea.

Increasing his strength, reclaiming his authority, becoming the Red Priest, and then defeating and annexing the Primordial, and controlling the essira with the true gods of the dual paths, this is Sauron Einhorn's pursuit.

The three of them couldn't reach an agreement, so they could only think about improving their strength first.

It is not a simple matter to obtain the extraordinary characteristics of the high sequence, the premise of the conspiracy also requires sufficient information and network resources, I have no way to conflict of interest with that black prisoner, and I can even be an ally in the matter of Adam, she doesn't know how to act relatively freely now, maybe I should give her a face.

The faint flames were suddenly infused with strong power, and the distorted light and shadow of the mold lake resurfaced in the blazing white light.