The Cathedral of Senricarres, a corridor connecting the north and south.

A thin, thin, weak-looking black-haired woman in shabby linen clothes was strolling down the hallway.

"Click, click......"

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

She doesn't know who she is?

I don't understand why I'm here?

It's even more unclear what those people were doing just now?

In her mind, there were only ancient and long-standing images, which were constantly flickering and echoing.

She wanted to find someone to share with, someone to talk to.

But I feel that they are not the same kind of people as myself.

She felt that somewhere in front of her, something was attracting her, maybe that thing could solve her doubts......

It's close!

It's getting closer!

She could feel the attraction that attracted her, it didn't move, it stayed where it was, waiting for her.

She was inexplicably a little happy, a little excited, and her steps couldn't help but be much lighter.

Soon, in front of her, a young man dressed in strange black clothes appeared, with black hair and black eyes, and handsome facial features.

The moment she saw the young man, a flash flashed in her eyes, and a thought grew in her heart: yes, yes, we are the same kind of people, we are all the same existence......

A faint glimmer flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to pass on all the pictures in her mind to him and share them with him.

"If you don't want me dead, stop your movements."

At this moment, a cold voice rang out.

This is a language from the Bloodline, and it is complex and full of mysterious powers.

A strange fluctuation flashed in her eyes, and a trace of strange emotion swayed in her heart, and she stopped moving.

Seeing this scene, Hodge's heart was pounding, although his face was calm, but his heart was bottomless, for this sudden strong man, was it friend or foe?

He didn't know either.

At the beginning, he wanted to use the identity of a blood clan traitor to save his life, but the final result was a direct violent death.

Hodge didn't understand what those pictures meant, but he did know that if he saw them again, he would die.

Instead of that, take a gamble!

Just bet on this woman and show yourself those pictures, not to kill yourself.

I am dead because I am weak and cannot accept this level of strength.

"Looks like you made the right bet!"

Hodge was relieved to see that the woman had stopped her movements and did not directly cast her evil eyes.

The first step was a success.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Hodge thought for a moment and continued to ask in the language of the Blood.

Hodge wonders how exactly she locks herself in?

What is the reason for her to find herself?

Why did you show yourself those images?

The woman looked at Hodge silently, without opening her mouth, and a soft, comfortable voice sounded in his head:

"We're one kind of people."

Are we one of the same kind?

What does that mean?

Hodge's brows furrowed slightly, he was really confused about this explanation, what kind of answer was this?

"What do we have in common?"

Hodge asked the second question.

"Taste, feeling."

The woman's answer was still simple.

Is it taste again?

What exactly is the smell?

Can so many people find themselves?

Can't even the Hidden Eye be hidden?

Hodge's face was a little ugly, for this kind of answer, he only felt very powerless, the hidden eye has its own anti-divination, anti-prophecy, anti-snooping ability, even as a Sequence 4 Sage, it is difficult to see through.

But in the face of the stronger, the Hidden Eye's anti-divination, anti-prophecy, and anti-snooping abilities are a little weak.

"What do you want to do?" Hodge asked, staring at the woman.

"Share something with you and get back your lost memories."

The woman gave an answer.

"I'm too weak now, I can't bear your sharing, I'll die." Hodge thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm." The woman snorted, agreeing with Hodge's words.

"What can you do to make me stronger quickly?" Hodge doesn't know the purpose of the woman and can only continue to stall for time.

"I don't know."

The woman's answer was still simple.

Don't you know...... Hodge looked at the woman's state and felt that her reaction was very strange, as if she had been asleep for a long time, lost most of her memory, and her movements and behaviors seemed stiff and dull.

This is the blood clan boss who has been sleeping for many years?

"Do you want this thing?"

Hodge's thoughts moved, and he stretched out his palm, and a dark red, white bone texture, shaped like a transparent white bone wine glass gradually emerged.

Blood Cup, one of the thirteen Sacred Artifacts of the Blood Clan.

The woman looked at the blood cup, her eyes seemed to be touched, and a trace of emotion gradually appeared on her cold and calm face.

Emotions come and go quickly, and disappear quickly.

The woman's voice soon came to Hodge's mind:

"I think I've seen it...... But I can't remember......"

Ever seen a blood cup? Sure enough, it was the blood clan boss who had been sleeping for many years...... Hodge thought so, but on the surface he remained silent, holding the blood cup in his hand, and asked, "Do you want to touch it?" ”

"Okay."

A woman's voice rang out.

The next moment, the blood cup disappeared from Hodge's palm.

Hodge looked at the woman, only to see that the blood cup was quietly placed in the woman's palm, and the woman looked at the blood cup curiously, as if she was recalling something?

When Hodge saw this, a dangerous thought came to him.

It's like letting the blood cup swallow this woman directly?

Will it get hands-on?

Can it be successful?

Hodge quickly shook his head and shook the dangerous thoughts out of his head.

Soon, another wonderful idea came to him.

No, there is another method to try besides this one.

"Blood Cup, return to the dark space."

Hodge looked at the woman holding the blood cup, her expression unchanged, and the silver and white key placed in the dark space was connected in his heart, giving him the idea of retrieving the blood cup.

In the dark space, the silver-white key, which has been calm and calm, gradually emits a faint light, and with the appearance of the light, the blood cup in the woman's hand also flashed a trace of blood, and began to gradually become transparent, as if it was being pulled by a powerful force, and was about to disappear.

Seeing this, the woman also felt that the blood cup was disappearing, and immediately grabbed the blood cup, and a powerful force emerged from her body, resisting the pull of the dark space.

Hodge quietly took a few steps back, the woman was the most powerful being he had ever seen.

It is also the only existence that can resist the pull of dark space!

Generally speaking, as long as you make a move in the dark space, even if the evil is as strange as a blood cup, you must be obedient and obedient.

But this time, the invincible dark space was actually blocked by someone?

The dark space shook, and the light of the silver-white key became brighter, the rust on it gradually melted, and the tip of the key gradually split into bubble-shaped spheres of light that twisted and rose, shattering, reuniting, consolidating, splitting, and repeating itself......

This wonderful power extended from the dark space and descended directly on the blood cup, and countless bubble-shaped orbs of light appeared around the woman.

The next moment, in Hodge's vision, the woman's movements became extremely slow, bursting out of power little by little, and finally disappearing again in a way of time rewind, as if there was a force, invisibly, constantly fiddling with the clock, playing with time, and playing with women.

"Something terrible seems to have happened......"

Hodge looked at this scene, a little dumbfounded, he originally wanted to borrow the way of pulling the blood cup in the dark space, and try to see if he could bring the woman into the dark space.

In his mind, in the person of the dark space, as long as a woman enters, then she must have the final say.

This time the crisis has been resolved.

After all, with the personality and ability of the blood cup, in the dark space, you have to be honest.

What I didn't expect was that the power of the dark space was actually blocked by the power of a woman?

And the good old man who has always been inconspicuous - the silver and white key, actually went crazy?

An incomprehensible power erupted directly, forcibly passing through the blood cup, radiating the power into the real space, directly trapping the woman.

This kind of power is simply terrifying to the extreme!

"Fluttering ......"

Just as Hodge was looking at everything in front of him, not knowing what to do, a figure with bat wings on his back flew from a distance and landed in the hallway.

Dressed in dark gray wizard robes, wearing a bowler magic hat, with a thin and cold face, scarlet eyes, and a haughty and indifferent temperament, it was the puppet Mr. Cook McCarvian.