The scarlet red light twinked in the crimson moon, deeper than the blood, thicker than the moon.

Vinason almost lost his tense feeling, but fortunately he had a similar experience, and after seeing the old royal court above the flowing gray waters, this level of xenomorphism did not make much of a difference, and he quickly settled down and relaxed himself in a semi-meditative state.

Call......

Fortunately, this morning, I touched the transcendent and became a priest, and fortunately, I had seen more strange things in advance, and I had a certain psychological tolerance and autosuggestion.

If a normal person were to face this kind of monster head-on, they might just look at it and fall into madness.

While watching the "stuff" outside the window, Vinason generally sorted out his emergency strategy.

Not long after I was promoted to the Spiritual Master of Sequence Path 9, I didn't know much about the extraordinary abilities conferred by blasphemy cards, but I just listened to Gorot's explanation and my own feelings when I was promoted.

A spiritual master, a transcendent ability manifested by an excellent mental state.

The spirit can not only be probed and imaged, but also can use telekinesis and influence, all of which represent a certain transcendent means.

From this point of view, there should be two different directions of mastery.

The first is to infinitely enlarge the name of the profane solitaire according to its characteristics, and the second is to extend it infinitely according to the extraordinary characteristics of the profane solitaire.

The former is similar to acting, the ultimate interpretation of the power of blasphemy cards, and the maximum use of spiritual power.

The latter is creation, which is created according to the characteristics of supernatural powers, which is more inclined to develop spiritual power as a cornerstone.

Is it to play or to develop?

And just as Venason was making his choice, the bandaged monster lying outside the window began to take on a new change.

The layers of gray-and-white bandages rippled and disintegrated little by little, seeping through the cracks in the windows, creating an absurd and eerie contrast to the stillness around them.

"Is this his extraordinary ability?"

Venason subconsciously thought of this question, and transformed the person into a stream of water, and then infiltrated through the cracks, this strange transcendent ability was the first time he had seen it, and he had no relevant knowledge reserves in his mind.

Can't waste any more time, this guy is clearly not a good stubble.

In the flickering of his thoughts, two thoughts kept colliding in Venathan's mind, until the moment when the monster covered in bandages completely penetrated in, he had a clear decision in his heart.

In the face of danger, he is not the kind of person who is reckless, but has long expected to encounter a similar scene, and the worst plan is to have the ability to escape, protect himself first, and don't get a boxed lunch.

The transcendent ability of the first type of play is obviously unable to protect itself, amplify the mental power, and at most carry out a certain degree of perception and interference, which cannot form an effective means of attack.

Cybertron the Godslayer once said that attack is the most effective defense, at least that there is a chance to struggle.

Almost instantly, Vinason chose the second 'development' plan, attaching his spiritual power to the spiritual power and releasing it little by little, which was the strange feeling he realized when he touched the profane solitaire, which covered the room like a spider's web.

"Whoa......

On the desk, clinging to the wooden window, a novel with a white cover standing upright suddenly moved, as if something had touched it.

The bandage monster crouching by the window was stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that he was also startled by the sudden noise.

Scarlet eyes seemed to have a deep white flame burning in them, and they stared at Venason on the wooden bed like a poisonous snake.

After about three seconds, after making sure that there was nothing else out of the ordinary, he put down his bandaged foot, and little by little climbed down the window and crawled towards the bed.

It's so dangerous, he almost found out just now.

Vinason once again concentrated his mind, he vaguely grasped something just now, and his mental power seemed to be able to develop in a fun direction, such as control!

In the flash of his thoughts, Venason had already covered his spiritual power to the edge of a wooden window, which was also the limit distance he could release at present, about 3 meters.

It was at this distance that he managed to control the white quill on his desk, which was stuck in a blue glass inkwell.

"Hey......"

A sigh that seemed to come from hell, it was the tone that Venason had imitated with his mental power, ancient and ethereal.

Hearing the sigh, the monster covered in bandages froze suddenly, as if sensing something.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a chuckling voice directly in front of him, on the wooden bed:

"Good evening, Mr. Bandage."

Hearing the voice, his bandaged hands suddenly clenched, and his body instantly turned into a state of water, and at this time Venason was already sitting on the bed unconsciously, he crossed his hands against his chin, and said in a relaxed and natural tone:

"Mr. Bandage, I may call you that, frankly, I have been thinking about one thing since just now, you came to visit a stranger you have never met so late, must you be trying to do something bad?"

Mr. Bandage didn't answer the question, his scarlet gaze grunting from the puddle of liquid, a bit like a swamp mire bubbles.

Suddenly, Venason's spiritual instinct suddenly tensed, and an unwarranted shiver spread from the bottom of his heart.

What's the situation?

His heart began to pound inexplicably, cold sweat unconsciously covered his entire back, and he shook his palm, which was trembling due to emotion, trying his best to make his expression calm and indifferent.

This kind of unwarranted emotion, panic, is his second transcendent power!

Vinathan's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know which sequence path the bandage man who infiltrated his room belonged to, but just by being able to unleash the transcendent in silence, he had at least reached the level of Sequence 2.

I've just touched the extraordinary, and if there is a confrontation head-on, there is a chance that I will be killed on the spot.

The reason why he hasn't done it yet is because he can't see through my sequence pathways and levels, and he's really a cautious opponent.

The crimson moonlight fell from the window, and Venason sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the puddle of bubbling liquid that ran on the floor directly in front of him.

On the contrary, two fleshless and fascia-free eyeballs were also erected in this puddle of liquid, responding to each other's eyes.

The fear was growing and I had to do something about it, or I would be scared to death by myself.

After a little thought, Venason suddenly thought of his previous role in the mysterious court.

Officer Joseph asked me to find a way to force him out of the room, maybe I could do it again and play a high-level powerhouse, using weird means to scare him and force him to escape, so as to create an opportunity for Officer Joseph.

Although the mental power can only barely control the quill on the table now, there is no other effective way, and now it can only gamble.

Venason chuckled suddenly, lifted his chin against his hands, raised it, pointed to the door, and said softly and gently:

"Mr. Bandage, as a gentleman, shouldn't the least of politeness be honest with each other? It's not a good habit to be sneaky, and if you've met someone with a bad temper, I think you've had some kind of bad disaster by now......"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver point-tailed quill floated silently on the desk, the sharp tip of which was facing the puddle of liquid on the floor.

Airplanes!

A sound similar to the chirping of insects spread through the air, and the quill, as if driven by some unknown force, began to spin at high speed, faster and faster.

The first time I saw the high-speed spinning quill, the puddle of liquid gurgled as if a storm from the heart had suddenly blown up.