"It's ......"

Mark's eyes widened, he felt that his whole body was stiff and unable to move, and the tendons in his limbs seemed to be frozen in ice, so hard that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and he stuttered when he spoke.

Not only because of fear, but also because of the first time in his life that he encountered a direct attack on the soul level.

Under the extremely fast thinking of human beings, when the mind and action are separated, the time in the spirit state seems to be normal, and the time in the outside world seems to be pressed the [slow down] button.

In front of him was a quaint cabinet.

From a distance, this is no different from an ordinary wooden cabinet.

After a closer look, I immediately found that there were two big eyes embossed on the cabinet door, one gold and one black.

That's the Eye of Light and the Eye of the Night!

Mark's soul seemed to have been struck by lightning, and an irrepressible palpitation poured out from the depths of his soul.

'He', he knows this cabinet!

The memory is too long, it was when Mark Destini was still in his hometown......

"Boom! Boom! Boom-"

A loud knock came from inside the door of the wooden cabinet. Accompanied by the tapping, there was a small sound that sounded like a nest of poisonous snakes gently spitting out letters.

Just a few sounds made Mark creepy, his hair stood on end all over his body, and his heart pounded wildly.

After the initial shock, Mark was relieved.

It's not his memory, it's the memory of that dead ghost Mark!

In fragments of shattered memories, the dead ghost Mark screams, holding his head in his hands, curled up in the corner of a closed room with closed doors and windows and screaming.

"I finally understood why there wasn't a big wardrobe in the original owner's room. However, what does this have to do with me, whose surname is Ma Mingke? After sneering in his heart, a certain traverser quickly calmed down. He silently rolled 20 dice, imagining in his mind that his movements were 'frightened, turn around and flee'.

The 20-sided dice rolled and spun in their minds for several turns, and finally stopped at the number [1].

Mark's mouth made a "click" sound.

Sure enough, can you only open the door?

He threw the dice again, and this time, he didn't disappoint, revealing a number of [20] at full value!

With the next breath, his body was free again, no longer in that restrained state.

He stretched out his hands and pulled them in the air.

A pair of large blue energy hands identical to his palms appeared out of thin air, pulled the doorknob, and opened the cabinet door.

Three bodies with rotting bodies pounced on......

If Mark was in front of the cabinet door, he would have been hit by anything, but at this time he was five meters away from the cabinet door.

The three zombies pounced on the loneliness.

At the same time, the muzzle of the revolver lit up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three shots, three headshots!

In reality, Mark may be bound by the physical condition of the deity, but in the soul vision, it is a different matter, how high his imagination is, how fast he moves, just like when he plays a shooting game.

Mark so neatly leveled the three zombies, and seemed to have confused the attackers.

It's a pity that this is the end of it.

More psychedelic clouds poured out from his feet, the mist quickly turning black, and then eight sharp claws grasping his body firmly.

The black fog was tumbling and surging, and one after another human faces appeared, and then they disappeared again, and the cycle began over and over again.

Mark's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized Dorothy and other women among those smoky faces. The more his body struggled, the more force came from the smoke, and in a few moments, most of his body was dragged into a mound of smoke, leaving only the area above his neck exposed.

As if to make sure that Mark was completely restrained, at last, a figure that he was quite familiar with appeared in front of him.

"Garion...... Captain!? Mark's eyes widened.

"Surprise? Accidental? The translucent Garion in front of him seemed to be in the state of a spirit body. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the small expression of the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the look of excitement and fanaticism in his eyes could not be hidden.

A good sunny handsome guy, he was stunned to become a villain with big and small eyes, and there were four words written on his face:

The treacherous scheme succeeded!

Mark was speechless: Please, Mr. Captain! I'm here for you to protect me, and catch the murderer by the way, not for you to be the murderer!

Mark finally knew why he had made the decision to be a decoy that day, and the dice would give the number [12]. This is simply a hint to him - the beginning and the result are good, and the process is not reliable.

"Why...... It's you? ”

"Why can't it be me?" Garion's face was full of victors' smiles: "Let me introduce you, these three are your companions......"

Mark immediately realized that the three zombies were Pence DuPont and they were: "You ......"

Garion grabbed his face with one hand, and his bloodshot eyeballs were revealed between his parted index and middle fingers, and let out a sickly laugh: "Whew! Hehe! Ha ha! Wha! ”

“……”

Garion laughed wildly, wantonly, and that clear hatred poured out from the laughter without reservation.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed for two minutes, without stopping.

Finally waiting for Garion to stop, Mark finally couldn't help but ask, "I, I didn't do anything to offend you, did I?" I didn't know you before that night. ”

"No, no, no, no! You've sinned against me! You've me off! Garion shook the index finger of his left hand vigorously, raised his chin high, and looked down with hatred and disdain in his gaze, "Your handsome face is the original sin—"

Immediately after, Garion, who was full of muscles and kept waving his arms angrily, let out a continuous roar like a machine gun!

"Why are you more handsome than me?"

"Why should the Sunshine Boy be spurned?"

"Why can a little white face like you easily get the favor of a noble girl?"

"Why do these wastes have a better future than me just because they were born into a better family?"

"Why did I risk losing control of my power at the bottom for ten years, but I could only be the captain of the Night's Watch at the highest level in my life?"

"Why? Why-"

A sickly roar of hoarseness, shrill and shrill with a hundred decibels, reverberated throughout the soul space, shaking Mark's mind.

After a long time, Mark squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "If you work hard......"

"Fart! In the entire 300,000 square miles of land in the entire St. Leyden region, there are only 18 surnames on the upper floor of the entire Church of Light and Night! You're even a piece of waste from a side family! Your surname is still noble [Destini]! ”

This time, Mark was really stunned, he never expected that the class solidification in the church would be so outrageous.

After a full twenty seconds, he sighed faintly, "Is this [jealousy]? But even if you kill me, it's useless. ”

"No, it works! Very useful! The eyelids of Garion's eyes jumped wildly: "You are not a core member of the [Jealous] Church, of course you will not know that the extreme transcendent of the [Good] camp ......, as long as the conditions of the perfect promotion ceremony are met, they will be able to transfer their own transcendent sequence, and will perfectly integrate their soul into the target's soul, successfully replace the target's identity, and inherit his wealth, status, power, and ...... Woman. ”

"How is this possible?" Mark's eyes widened in disbelief again.

"Of course a high-level transcendent can't do it, as long as the target's soul strength is low enough, once he successfully transfers, even the cardinal archbishop of the Cult of Light will not be able to find the flaw when he returns. Hahaha! ”

Mark's gaze wandered.

It's an exaggeration to think about it, and it's no wonder that for so many centuries, cultists have been unable to finish their suppression. It turns out that it has infiltrated the orthodox church and played Infernal Affairs a long time ago!

Sure enough, the 'weirdness' of this world far exceeded his imagination!

Garion walked up and gently patted Mark's face with his hand unscrupulously: "I knew that your soul strength was so low, I would have invaded it directly, and I couldn't do such a toss, and I would play horror stories with your woman." But don't worry, I'll devour your memories and take good care of the women who look up to you." ”

Mark's glazed gaze was full of disbelief, which gave Garian a great sense of accomplishment.

"Hahahaha! This is your last act, what? Don't you scream? Don't you cry? Don't you try to beg me? Maybe I'll be kind enough to allow you to keep that little flame of your soul and stay in this world. ”

Garian was laughing maniacally.

Laughing and laughing, he couldn't stop laughing.

Because Mark smiled too, and smiled brightly.

This made Garion very upset: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"No, I just remembered something happy."

Garion's expression changed, like a ghost, and he shouted, "The weak are not entitled to be happy and happy!" ”

"That's right, I'm weak! It's so weak that the leader of the transcendent squad can't look down on you at all, but it's precisely because I'm weak that I have to let all the hidden probabilities play a role in this game where I use myself as bait! ”

This time it was Garion's turn to look incredulous, and he suddenly said sharply, "You are talking to me!?" ”

"No! I actually...... Really scared. Mark used a trill, but in the next second, the smile like melting snow on a spring day was quite eye-catching: "I'm sorry!" I'm pretending! ”

Garion only felt a violent sense of crisis almost burst at his heart, and just as he was about to do something to Mark, the music box music suddenly sounded behind Garion.

"Ding...... Dangdang ......"

Apparently also a spirit, Garion's neck was like a mechanical gear that was almost rusted, and it slowly turned around.

Finally, a tattered and petite puppet in a white ballet costume bursts into his field of vision.

"You...... Love to dance? ”

Mechanical sound, monotonous and ethereal.

A chill filled every corner of Garion's soul.