'Ahh Yes... Yes... Ridge...'

The voice sounded intermittently, like an old man who was hanging for half a breath and unwilling to swallow his breath like this, holding on to your hand tightly, looking at you viciously in his cloudy eyes, which was full of endless resentment and coldness.

'Ahh Yes... Edge, ah... Yes... 'The cold voice of the viper-like sounded continuously.

Aaron, who was as frightened, had a gut feeling that this strange voice was calling his name!

Absolutely, never let it call out its name!

Aaron frantically wanted to struggle, trying to puncture his eardrum and block the sound, but his body seemed to be pressed under a boulder, unable to move.

Breathing began to become a luxury.

'Ahh Yes... Second... Ridge...'

The sound is getting closer!

This voice is approaching!

Aaron could even feel the chill in his ears.

Damn it!

Get moving, get moving!

'Ya... Edge. 'The sound is getting closer, closer and closer!'

"Lord Aaron!" Bang bang, loud knock on the door.

The bitter and cold voice came to an abrupt end, and the catkins-like ashes that drifted in the room melted and disappeared like snowflakes.

The rotting walls were old and rotten, and the room was back to a warm yellow hue.

As if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an illusion.

Aaron's pupils dilated, and he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, letting out a groan of pain.

His head cracked, as if someone had taken a red-hot iron drill into his temple and stirred it wildly.

Two lines of crimson blood flowed out of Aaron's nostrils and dripped to the ground, red and blinding.

'What the hell just happened?' ’

'What would I do if that voice called out my name, I would... Dead? ’

"Lord Aaron, are you in there?" Ian and Tite's anxious voices rang out from outside the door.

It's Ian and Tite's voices! ’

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "Great, it turned out that it was Ian who called me just now." ’

"I'm fine." Aaron made a very hoarse and weak voice, startling himself.

The voice was too weak for Tite to hear, and slammed the door again.

"Lord Aaron, if you don't speak, we're going to slam the door!"

Slamming the door?

Isn't that destroying the public property of Jialan Academy?

I will definitely be asked for a lot of compensation by this vampire academy.

The main thing is that he would now like to see living people, preferably living people he knows!

Aaron struggled to his feet, staggered to his feet, and opened the door.

Squeak~

The old door made an unpleasant sound, like an old man on the verge of death.

Aaron finds himself hating such sounds!

"Ya... Are you alright, Lord Aaron? Tite was taken aback by Aaron's appearance and asked cautiously.

Aaron's face was now as pale as paper, the coagulated blood scab was like an ugly scar, his lips were purple, and his blue eyes were gray, as if he was a terminally ill patient with a short life.

"I'm fine, how's it going?" The sun outside the house was shining on Aaron's body, and he had a feeling of coming to life.

Ian: "It's all taken care of, the three of them are sent back to their respective residences by us, and if no one treats them, we guarantee that they won't get out of bed for half a month!"

Also, take your gramophone crystal and report it to the academy's patrol. ”

Aaron listened to Ian's words, suddenly realized a serious problem, and his brows were furrowed: "How long has it been since I separated from you?" ”

"Lord Aaron, about 40 minutes."

Aaron's face darkened.

He just felt like it had only been a few minutes, but in fact 40 minutes had passed!

What the hell was that!

Without figuring this question out, Aaron felt like he couldn't sleep.

"Lord Aaron, what's wrong with your hand?" Ian asked, pointing to Aaron's hand, suspiciously.

"Hands?" Aaron felt a sigh in his heart, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

He looked down and saw an extra black line on the back of his hand.

The black line is crooked, and there are many 'branches' on both sides, like a black centipede!

Looking at this black line, it was clear that the sun was shining outside, but Aaron felt the biting cold, like falling into an ice cave.

Curse!

The word popped out of Aaron's head.

Aaron took a deep breath and slapped his cheeks with both hands, forcing himself to calm down: "Please escort me back to the Black Set now." ”

He can't stay in this home.

He had to go find someone to ask for help.

......

Lilytris Grocery Cottage.

"Aaron, why is your face so ugly?" When Tracy saw Aaron, she was also taken aback by his appearance: "Are you okay?" Did those three people in your class do it? ”

Aaron shook his head and said what had just happened to him.

Trissy's face changed dramatically after hearing this, and she asked nervously, "Aaron, how long have you been in it?" ”

"About 40 minutes."

"40 minutes," Tracey breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, it's good that it didn't take more than 1 hour." ”

"What the hell is this, Lady Trissy?"

"I don't know exactly what it is, I've only seen a similar description in the notes left by my great-great-grandmother."

"Lady Trissy, can I take a look at that note?"

"Follow me." Lilytris turned and walked into the depths of the shop.

There was a small low door there.

She rested her right hand on the brass-colored doorknob, and it took a specific mana frequency to enter it before the low door could open.

"You know, this is the Mana Frequency Lock." Tracey wanted to divert Aaron's attention and relieve the tension in Aaron's heart, and took the initiative to introduce:

"Did you know that this lock originated from a very unpopular three-ring sorcery, the 'Truss Mind Lock'.

1,300 years ago, a wizard named Dandison used this sorcery to invent the magic lock.

It can only be turned on by entering the mana frequency set by the owner himself.

Due to its excellent secrecy and security, it has swept Nain, earning countless magic stones that wizards can't earn in their lifetime! ”

"And what about this inventor of witchcraft?" Aaron asked.

"According to the rules of the Perpetual Council, Dandison pays 20% of the profits to Truss for every magic lock sold for 1,000 years."

Good guys, this is a special patent system in the wizarding world!

"What if that Truss wizard dies?"

Tracey: "His direct bloodline will still last for 100 years. ”

"But Wizard Truss is now in the Perpetual Council, don't talk about that kind of thing outside."

Perpetual Council, this is the second time Aaron has heard the name of Perpetual Council.

"What about Dandison Wizard? Also in the Perpetual Council? ”

"It's deceased, I just published in the newspaper some time ago, and you can subscribe to a copy of "Nain Daily" and "Nayn Pravda" when you have plenty of money in the future, which is still very helpful for increasing your knowledge and broadening your horizons."