Suspected Bouval. The man in Ponpero took a step forward, and finally regained a bit of his senses.

He tugged at the dark bow tie below his neck, and three blurred figures suddenly appeared on the top of his head and on his shoulders on both sides.

These figures are not large, like newborn babies, with pale and blue skin, round and distorted faces, and rather hideous expressions.

"Raise a little ghost"!

These three transparent and vague imps got into Bouval. Pompero's chest, each occupying a position, sucked wildly.

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In an instant, their figures were much clearer, screaming in pain and breaking away from their mothers, hovering around, flying at great speed towards different parts of the building at 20 Terrace Street.

They were disembodied, passed through walls and doors, and in a very short time ran through the master bedroom's closet, desk, dressing room, and bathroom, leaving no corner or corner where they could hide from the attackers.

There was a little imp with a sinister face that even wandered around all the shadows in the room, so that no extraordinary person could rely on supernatural powers to lurk in such a special environment.

Seeing Paulina open her eyes and cast a puzzled and moist look, Bouval. Pompero subconsciously explained: "My 'premonition of danger' tells me that there is something wrong here, and in recent times, I have to be very careful not to slip any gaps.

"Wait until I have eliminated the hidden danger and confirmed that it is safe, and then I will enjoy the good time tonight with you."

For some reason, Bouval's tone was softer than when he faced Paulina before, and he was more willing to explain, as if the other party's dress and mood tonight had poked him in the heart, making him involuntarily attracted and wanting to please.

Boire. As soon as Pompero finished speaking, one of the imps left the master bedroom and searched the room next to it.

With its blue and white skin, it made its way to the end of the hallway, penetrated the closet, and slipped in.

In the next second, it saw a figure that was firmly bound and gagged.

The figure was dressed in a pale white nightdress, disheveled, exposing a large area of skin, her appearance was beautiful, her temperament was elegant, and her body was full, like a ripe fruit, as if she was a Paulina again!

The distorted imp let out a scream and swooped back to Boval. In Pompero's arms, he leaned over to his chest and sucked, passing on the scene he had just seen to the owner.

Boire. Ponpero's face changed, and he realized that he had stepped on a trap and encountered an ambush.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough to find out the hidden dangers in advance!

The liaison of the "sinners" organization darkened his body and merged with his own shadow, swimming like a snake into the shadows clinging to the walls.

The latter mainly uses the shadowless nature of shadows to conceal his body, while he uses his ability to transform himself into a shadow and truly become a part of the shadows, just like the special creatures that inhabit this kind of environment, but it is also easy to stray into the alien space connected by some shadow areas.

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At this moment, Boire. Pompero seemed to sink into a lightless sea, and his body stretched and spread, merging with the black droplets of water here.

He sped as fast as he could, heading straight for the room at the end of the hallway.

He wants to rescue Paulina and escape from Terrace Street with her.

He has an unusually possessive desire for this "condiment beauty".

Boval walked through the shadows when he heard a crackling sound.

The yellowish gas wall lamps suddenly brightened, filling every inch of space inside the glass enclosure.

All the gas sconces in the hallway turned into miniature suns, dispelling the shadows here.

Only a black shadow of a humanoid figure twisted like a snake was left on the floor.

Jana, who relied on "lies" to become a maid, walked out of the side room and let a black flame fall on Bouval. Pompero's shadow.

The liaison of the "Sinners" organization immediately felt pain and weakness from the depths of his soul.

He did not hesitate to use "shadow replacement".

In the building at 20 rue de la terrace, the butlers and servants who followed Paulina had become fatalistic believers, subservient to Boire. Pompero, the messenger, their shadows can be exchanged!

In Paulina's personal maid's room, the shadow of a human suddenly squirmed and changed.

The black shadow stood up, and became rich, no longer thin, revealing Boire. Pompero's appearance.

The shadow in the corridor quickly disappeared in the black flames, and after the personal maid in the room twitched a few times, a little black flame flowed out of her nostrils, ears, mouth, and corners of her eyes, and she immediately fell silent and lost her breath.

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Boire. Pompero took advantage of the effect of the "Shadow Replacement" and used a contract ability again.

He rushed forward, dragging out dozens or hundreds of "phantoms".

His body flickered in these "apparitions", changing positions so that Jane couldn't lock on, making it difficult to distinguish.

In the blink of an eye, Bouvare with a string of figures. Pompero entered the room where Paulina was tied up and opened the corresponding wardrobe.

Paulina's eyes were full of surprise, longing, and hope, and she watched as Boval's right hand was dyed with a metallic sheen and became extremely sharp.

In an instant, the liaison of the "Sinners" organization cut the rope and tried to force his way out of the siege with Paulina.

He has a total of eight contract abilities, one of which he has never used.

It was at this moment, as the rope was loosened, Paulina involuntarily recalled the experience of being abused by Bouval again and again and the pain that seemed to be carved into the depths of her brain.

An uncontrollable hatred suddenly surged in her heart, wanting to let those who had hurt her suffer the punishment of fate.

She jerked up her right hand.

Bouval's mind was full of alarms, and he had a strong sense of danger.

However, at this distance, no one's reaction can be faster than the "arc technique".

A large amount of silver-white electric light erupted from Paulina's palm and fell on Bouval's body, and his body was paralyzed for a while, and even his thoughts seemed to be swallowed by electric light, and he was temporarily unable to use his abilities.

Franca, who was wearing Paulina's appearance, had already come to within five meters and aimed the "Ring of Punishment" she had worn before at her target.

A flash of lightning flashed in her eyes, and Bouval leaned back slightly, falling into a pain like her soul being torn apart, and she couldn't think for a moment.

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"Spirit Piercing!"

Syllable!

Jana, who quickly ran to the target, grabbed Bouval's patience and recovered early with the patience of the "Ascetic", clenched her fist with one hand and smashed it the back of Bouval's ear.

The liaison of the "Sinners" organization fell unconscious.

Before Boibre was completely unconscious, he saw a pair of black lace-up leather shoes and heard a slightly mocking voice: "I don't need to do anything to deal with you."

............

Boire jerked free from the darkness and regained consciousness.

The first thing that caught his eye was a right leg resting on his left knee and a pair of black lace-up leather shoes, and then he saw a young man leaning back on the back of a single sofa with both palms pressed against the armrests.

Boire subconsciously wanted to use his abilities, but all his thoughts seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he didn't respond.

The next second, he noticed that his feet had turned into cow's hooves, and his body was wrapped in a layer of brown cowhide.

"The art of animal creation" ....... Bouvare instantly understood his situation, and then saw the young man with blonde and black hair leisurely looking through the gray-blue cloth bag that he had hidden in his pocket.

This...... Boire instinctively held his breath, hoping that the other party would take out the item.

Soon, he saw the young man bring out a gold coin with a sunbird relief in the denomination of 5 Fil from the gray-blue cloth bag.

Right! That's it! Bouval looked forward to what was to come.

At the same time, he concentrated, gathered his attention, and observed the other person's fortune.

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This is one of the few abilities that is not limited by the "art of animal creation".

Bovar's honest face, which belonged to a bull, had a dull expression.

He saw that the enemy had all kinds of fortunes, and he saw that the colors were changing layer upon layer!

A tingling pain rushed into Boire's brain, and he instinctively closed his eyes, feeling a viscous, hot, bloody fluid slowly trickle down his eyeball.

As soon as Bouval's pain, as if he had looked directly at something he shouldn't have looked at, he heard the young man say with a smile:

"Are you expecting me to take this gold coin of doom, passively change your fortune, and become unlucky, so that you can get out of trouble?"

He knows the "art of transshipment...... He also knows how to create animals...... He belonged to another organization of faith and fate, or ....... Boire. A name popped through Ponpero's mind: Lumian. Plum?

Lumian seemed to sense Bouval's thoughts, and smiled without a smile: "I thought you had been on the lookout for me."

Boval's heart sank, and there was no more luck, and he immediately used his spirit to shake the air in the cowhide, and vaguely recited the honorific name of that person.

However, he soon found that his spirit was close to exhaustion, and his spirit was so weak that he could not even do such a thing.

"If you understand your situation, you can answer my question." Lumian smiled.

Boire subconsciously opened his mouth and "mooed".

He had an urge to communicate with the other person, but could only make a cow bark.

Dressed as a female mercenary, Janna brought a brass-colored mechanical typewriter and placed it in front of Boval.

Here's Franca's advice:

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There is no need to worry about Bouval. Pompero is unable to answer questions after being turned into a bull by the "art of animal creation", as long as he is not illiterate and he has a certain IQ, he can write answers by tapping on the keyboard, the only flaw is that it is not too fast.

Seeing the small bull sitting down on his hind legs, he put his two front hooves on the keys of the mechanical typewriter with difficulty, and Franca, who was hidden next to him at any time to prevent the other party from acting irrationally, muttered silently: Now no one knows whether it is a man or a cow who is sitting in front of the keyboard and typing......

Lumian glanced at Boire and asked bluntly, "Where are the Sansons?"