Yodel instinctively felt bad. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because after a short period of confrontation and temptation, the white-haired but fierce Bloodline, along with his two juniors, suddenly became passive!

They no longer attack, dash, flicker frantically and dangerously, and no longer manipulate blood slaves with undetectable sounds.

Until Gilbert's voice sounded anxiously:

"Yodel!"

Although it didn't fit well, Yodel immediately understood what he meant!

The mysterious masked guard looked up and saw Tails push open the balcony door to the interior and disappear into the darkness of the room.

Tails, why?

As the mechanical gears behind the lenses turned, Yodel's vision quickly zoomed towards the third floor, but the room was so dark that he couldn't see inside.

Yodel's heart stirred.

His figure vanished in an instant.

In an unknown gray and white world, a gray and white moon gradually emerged, and then, a gray and white iron gate appeared out of thin air, followed by the gray and white garden, the gray and white facades, the gray and white windows, the gray and white mansion, and so on.

Not long after, an off-white vine manor that was exactly the same as the real vine manor except for the strange color appeared out of thin air in this world.

I don't know how long it took, as if the sky was being pulled, and a point in the void, like the water surface that had been dotted by a dragonfly, suddenly appeared with layers of visible ripples, spreading to the outside!

Finally, a yodel of normal color, gently from the center of the ripples of the void, appeared in the gray-white world, stepping on the equally gray-white vineyard.

Walking on the gray-white dead road with almost the same shape and structure as the real world, but without human life, the masked guards skillfully jumped through the windows in the shadow world, and climbed to the third floor of the vineyard manor.

He had to rush from the world of shadows to the room on the third floor!

However, just a few meters away from stepping onto the stone handrail of the third-floor balcony, Yodel suddenly paused.

Because yodel clearly felt that a moment ago, this gray shadow path seemed to have been struck with a hammer from every corner!

Resonance.

In Yodel's heart, these two words popped up.

It's a familiar feeling.

He frowned slightly, and then gave up on climbing.

In the next moment, Yodel's left foot kicked towards the gray outer wall of the gray house like a thunderbolt, and it rose up like a flying swallow in the air, rolling towards the rear!

I saw that within a few meters of the gray-white balcony, where Yodel had just stepped on, there was a strange ripple of space, which spread out shockingly, and collapsed the outer walls of the surrounding gray-white houses!

This ripple is a thrilling blood-red color.

This blood red instantly swept through the entire gray shadow path!

Yodel, who was rolling in the air, sighed innorantly, and there were transparent spatial ripples all over his body.

This yodel's spatial ripples offset the incoming blood-colored ripples.

Within seconds, his form was submerged into the void.

And in the real world.

Under the observation deck on the third floor of the Vine Grass Manor, a blood mist shrouded a large area of space in mid-air, retracting and shrinking, as if it was vibrating regularly!

Yodel appeared abruptly in this strange vibration!

The yodel who appeared rolled over, looked at the blood mist around him, and frowned in mid-air—it had been twelve years, and he had once again been artificially forced out of the shadow path.

With it, in the same way as it did back then.

What awaited him was a well-prepared ambush.

The blood mist stopped vibrating, and a suffocating aura swept countless blood droplets at a rapid pace.

The blood mist condensed an old blood-colored right hand in the air, and struck a seemingly light palm towards Yodel, who had no power in mid-air.

Straight to the chest and abdomen.

But before that palm could get close, Yodel's chest and abdomen clothes made an ominous sound of "zizi", shattering one by one in the air!

If you look closely, you will find that the area around that blood-colored palm is covered with tiny blood mist, corroding all the obstacles it encounters!

Like Yodel's heart.

And he was stagnant in mid-air, unable to dodge.

The shadow path can no longer give him shelter.

In mid-air, Yodel, who was about to be in calamity, could only calmly recycle his chest and abdomen, curl his body into a strange shape, and opened the time to meet the palm of his hand.

More than a second.

A lot of things happen in this little bit or so of a second!

In Yodel's right hand, the dimly colored dagger appeared in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the sword in Yodel's hand flashed, and he slashed three times in a row!

Of the three swords, none of them struck the dangerous blood-colored palm.

But behind Yodel's crystallized lenses, the gears rotated rapidly, and the fine blood mist in the sky appeared in his eyes nowhere: I saw this terrifying blood mist, swung by Yodel's short sword, and shook out three ripples that were invisible to ordinary people!

The bloody palm struck unhindered, only a second away.

The gear behind the yodel lens instantly changed direction, and as soon as the color of the lens changed, his vision also changed: three ripples shook the surrounding blood qi, and behind the blood-colored palm, a special blood droplet rotated irregularly in the vibration.

In the next moment, Yodel's short sword slashed out at an incredible speed, stabbing at the irregular drop of blood.

"Phew!"

The tip of the sword touched the palm of the blood mist gently, and then quickly retracted, not a trace of energy was wasted, but there was no stinginess of energy at all.

In the palm of the hand composed of blood mist, a blood droplet, which was neither big nor small, shattered.

Then, the blood-colored palm that was originally menacing will be imprinted on Yodel's chest in a few tenths of a second, and it will instantly disintegrate and become invisible!

Yodel landed lightly, and on the left side of his chest and abdomen, a piece of clothing that had been badly damaged by the blood mist turned into ashes, revealing a hidden muscle, and the skin on the surface had long since corroded and flowed blood.

And the blood mist in the sky, along with the disintegrating bloody palm, gathered backwards, and in front of Yodel, reunited Chris Corleone's dead figure, but failed to condense his right palm.

Yodel didn't look at the wound in his chest and abdomen, and let the blood on it wet the hem of his robe until his muscles contracted automatically, stopping the corroded wound from bleeding.

Chris frowned, flicked his right arm, and a crimson newborn metacarpal bone grew from his lost right wrist, mixed with blood mist, re-condensed muscle and skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yodel's chest and abdomen wounds looked much more serious, while Chris's right hand regrew unscathed.

But Chris's heart was like a haze: he knew that in the sinister battle of life and death just now, the proud immortal seed had lost to this short-lived seed behind the mask.

At first, yodel disappeared into his own shadow path, disappearing into this world, but on the other side of the world, moving on.

But then, Chris used the ubiquitous blood mist to turn tens of thousands of blood droplets, and with a sudden eruption, neat and powerful resonance, he was guarded by a clever mask, shaking out of the shadow that he had alone.

Yodel, whose path was abruptly cut off, fell into Chris's trap in mid-air, and the blood mist covered with faint corrosive power condensed into a palm with a higher concentration with the attraction of the source blood, and attacked Yodel.

With no way to borrow, no way to dodge, no way to fall into the shadows, yodel fell into an absolute disadvantage.

But only in an instant, Yodel used the sharp turn of his body to buy more than a second.

In this short period of a second or so, Yodel confirmed the location of the source blood in tens of millions of small drops of blood, destroying it alive and shattering Chris's right hand by the way.

The victory or defeat of the Extreme Realm master is divided by this.

Yodel was simply missing a palm-sized piece of skin and some veins on the outer wall.

Chris, under Yodel's sword, lost a drop of essence representing the vigorous life of the blood clan, and it took more than a hundred years to condense a drop of source blood.

Chris sighed, what a brilliant young man, a terrible latecomer.

"What a beautiful skill, and an astonishing intuition—I used to compare Kingdom Wrath to you, and it seems to be my ignorance. ”

As Chris spoke, his figure flickered again, dodging Yodel's ghostly sword.

"Even Kingdom Wrath will not do it better than you. ”

Yodel ignored him, just slammed on the ground and rushed to a window on the second floor.

But Chris stood in his way again.

"But you can't get it back. Chris staggered, dodging Yodel's attacks while holding him back as he made his way to the third floor.

The old man of the immortal species kept talking, but it was full of the chilling insight of the longevity: "At that boy's age, he is probably the smartest and calmest short-lived species I have ever seen in my more than six hundred years of life. ”

Chris, who had lost a drop of source blood, no longer expected to kill or even defeat this opponent - the masters of the Extreme Realm are all dangerous people with vast strength, lofty realms, and easy to send and receive, and in just a few moves, they have a clear understanding of the direction of the battle situation.

But he can't let the other party disturb His Highness's feeding - especially the short-born cub, which may be the key to His Highness's awakening.

Unfortunately, his curiosity and sense of crisis were too strong - even if he knew that reinforcements were imminent, he couldn't help but take the initiative to save himself and defend himself - he probably couldn't bear the feeling that fate was at the hands of others. ”

"We had only feinted a few times before he was keenly aware that the third floor could be our weakness and weakness. ”

Curiosity and a sense of crisis made him can't help but push open the door. ”

"That's where we want him to be. ”

"His Highness needs his blood, he needs his strength. ”

"Young man, it's too late for you. ”

"That short-born boy is already at this moment," Chris's eyes flashed, and for the first time there was respect and admiration in the tone of the voice that addressed Tails: "Become the strength of His Highness." ”

Yodel's dagger shuddered slightly.

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When Tails saw the scorched hand sticking out of the strange black coffin, he was stunned for five seconds.

A strong memory flashback, once again invading every cell in his brain, grabbed a familiar picture from the void, :

I only heard it, it was still the delicate and gentle voice, but at this time it said unceremoniously:

"Wu Yuren - you scratched me! Just revisiting the classics, are you scared like this!"

In Tails's ears, in his previous life, his voice was full of fear and trembling:

"I thought it was "The Godfather" or something—but who would have thought that you would watch "The Grudge" in the middle of the night!"

"This is a classic, okay, you see how cute the coconut is—alas, you light!

"her, she, she! You have big breasts, help me block the point!"

"Do you think I'm too big at this time? What's usually the case- hey, you close your eyes when you're scared!"

"I can't help it, can we turn on the light-huh, huh, she, she climbed down!"

"Wu Yuren, you sit back in the chair for me!"

"I'll go, Grandma, don't pause at this point in the screen, hey! I have to go up and down the stairs every day, okay-"

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and in the darkness, the memories of past lives flashed back for no reason, interrupted by a terrifying roar.

"Whoa—"

Listening to this sound, it is like a drowning person suddenly waking up from suspended animation.

But in the eyes of Tails, who has been poisoned by the memories of his previous life, how does this sound like, a thousand-year-old ghost, a terrible howl born overnight!

Tails came back to his senses and was stunned to find that the ghost hand suspected object that was grabbing the edge of the coffin suddenly pulled out with this terrible roar!

Wrists that are as dry as corpses.

A charred little arm that has been burned by the fire of hell.

It's like a mutilated shoulder that has been gnawed by countless ants.

One by one, it followed that hand, revealing beyond the black coffin!

This ghost hand, and the almost inhuman-shaped "subject" connected to it, seem to be slowly crawling out of the black coffin!

Until a creepy head, in the slightly dewy moonlight, slowly emerges from the edge of the coffin!

This thin "head", with long white and withered hair, the whole face is scorched and rotten, a disproportionate black mouth, and the location of the nose is actually a bottomless pitch black!

Tails only felt goosebumps, starting from his scalp and spreading to his fingertips.

Under the cover of white hair, "it" opened its pitch-black "mouth", a huge black mouth, and cracked all the way to the ear!

"Ho-"

A terrible roar reached Tails' ears head-on.

The traverser's scalp was numb, and he almost fell to the ground weakly!

The monster didn't stop, it crawled out of the black coffin slowly, but with great rhythm, as if groping around.

From the head to the half of the body, from the left arm to the right arm, the "head" finally crossed the edge of the coffin, the entire upper body, and fell towards the ground.

Finally, the left hand, which was as dry as a ghost, gently touched the ground.

Tails' mind went blank at this point, and he trembled slightly, slowly inhaling a cool breath.

At this time, the head that was attached to the ground seemed to feel something.

It paused, then slowly raised its head in the direction of Tails.

The dry white hair fell to the sides, and its "straight face" was gently exposed, facing Tails.

And where it should have been the eye socket.

Tails saw it—

Two large irregular black holes.

The traverser almost fainted.

It's like, an unburned, dry corpse?

But it seems that after the crossing, the rich street experience has increased his courage a lot, and Tails trembles despite his fear, and retrieves what little reason he has left in his brain.

Whatever that thing is—Tails shuddered, silently saying, I must run away!

It's scary, but it's not fast, and I just-

Desperate not to think about the horror movies of his past life, Tails twisted his feet, twisting the comfortable children's leather shoes that Gilbert had prepared for him (though they had been worn out considerably on the go), ready to get out of this dangerous place with his speed.

Just wait for Yodel's rescue—Tails thought, but the moment his shoes turned, the demonic monster swooped out of the coffin!

Like a headless demon swimming blindly, suddenly awakened!

"Ho-ah!" a terrible roar sounded again!

Tyles, who was full of scare, was so frightened that he turned his head and was about to run!

"Stompe-" Tails turned pale, took two steps, and ran towards the balcony!