Garon pulled his arm out of the wall.

"What do you want to say?"

He didn't know the root nature of the other party's strength at all, as if it appeared out of thin air, which made him slightly vigilant in his heart, this so-called ancestral power seemed to be extremely mysterious and mysterious, and he was considering whether to carefully study and explore it before dealing with it.

"Why don't we join forces?" said something that made Garon a little stunned.

Laugh at!

On the right side of his old face, a bloody mouth suddenly opened, and black blood splashed out of the wound, not slowly, but splashed, as if spraying, and a stream of blood fell to the ground.

Then something strange happened, the blood on the ground turned out to be like a living thing, wriggling, turning into a black line like an insect, quickly crawling back to the old man's feet, down the legs, and soon crawled back to his face wound, re-drilled in, and then the wound healed automatically.

Although Garon was not injured at all, and the consumption of the secret technique used was not important to him, but in comparison, the other party's methods were unknown, and this might also be an opportunity to learn about the witchcraft of this world.

It wasn't that he didn't want to learn about Raphael from him, but in fact Raphael was too close to his family.

This world rarely gave him a sense of peace, and he didn't want to destroy it casually. In addition, I didn't pay much attention to the so-called witchcraft before, but now it seems that I didn't expect it to have some effects, which should cause some vigilance.

"Join forces, since you join forces, there must be enemies, right?" Garon's body quickly shrank, returning to his original size. The clothes on his body were just a little messy, and he looked like a boy who went out for an outing at random.

"Bloodline. A flash of blackness flashed in the old man's eyes. "Two hundred years ago, they besieged and killed me. My children and grandchildren buried my torn body in a mausoleum that had been built, so that they could absorb the power of the universe and resurrect it, only to be inadvertently awakened by adventurers decades ago. ”

"Resurrection" Garon's eyes flickered, "You say you can be resurrected? What is the price of such a resurrection? The blood clan has nothing to do with me, otherwise I wouldn't have joined forces with you for a trivial matter." ”

"It's a pity that the art of resurrection can only be used on the powerful who have been favored by their ancestors, and you and we are not on the same path. I can't use it. The old man shook his head. "As for the Bloodline, the Bloodline has nothing to do with you?" he laughed suddenly, his dry and somewhat mocking laughter looking extremely strange in the tunnel cave.

"What are you laughing at?" said Garon's face sank.

"Your body. Hallucinatory traces of the Bloodline's mark. You don't know what to say?" the old man's laughter stopped, but he was still smiling.

"There are high-level bloodlines who have this hallucinatory trace mark on you, depending on the level, maybe even the Death Apostle level. The old man said with a smile. "To put it simply. You're probably being targeted by some incredibly powerful Bloodline. They hunt for the best blood banks with strong physique and perfect will, and unfortunately, you've been picked by one of the Dead Apostles. ”

Garon's face froze.

He thought back to that strange and strange dream a few days ago. He had never had a dream like that, and his strong will and soul were strong enough to completely control all the reactions of his body.

But that dream was more than he had imagined.

"They have taken you as the best blood food, and the Bloodclan can also obtain magical and mysterious power through mysterious blood, even we have no way of knowing what their strength is. The abilities of every high-level bloodline, even the Dead Apostles, are mysterious and powerful. The old man said simply. "But unlike other wizards, I know a little bit about them. For example. They generally intimidate and even control their prey through dream temptations."

Gareon's pupils shrank slightly.

"Dream" A series of explosions sounded involuntarily throughout his body, and the muscles and bones seemed to have countless small bombs inside, and the dull and terrifying explosions continued to sound, connecting into one.

"I'm so weak that my strength is not half of what I was in my heyday, and I can see that there is also a huge life force hidden in you, and that power is on your hands, and those hands seem to have some kind of evil power, maybe this is the real reason why the blood clan hasn't attacked you until now, or maybe he is also afraid. The old man explained.

Garon closed his eyes, a moment later.

He opened his eyes again.

"It seems that I do need to have a deep understanding of the world of the blood clan."

The old man on the other side suddenly showed a happy smile.

"You made a wise decision. ”

Rumble!!

Suddenly there was a popping sound.

Behind the two of them, an invisible twist exploded behind Garon, as if a huge vortex had been created in the air, and several black dots suddenly appeared inside.

The black dots are getting bigger and bigger.

Burst!

A black mass was squeezed out by the whirlpool and fell to the ground.

This black thing is three people hugging each other.

Darryl, Rossdam, and Cohenna. The three of them twisted and hugged each other, their eyes confused and foaming at the mouth.

But the strange thing is that a faint black halo faintly appeared on their bodies.

"Where's the page?" the old man asked in a deep voice, taking a step forward, "tell me, where are the pages?"

The three of them looked confused, as if they didn't understand what he meant. The black light that bloomed from their bodies blocked the old man's further approach.

Garon walked behind with his hands folded and watched coldly.

When he knew that he actually had the mark of the blood clan on his body, his main concern now was not on the page here, but how to find the blood clan that marked him.

He was completely unfamiliar with this force measurement system, and he didn't even know how the other party would mark him. That's the key.

Laugh at!!

Suddenly, there was an explosion of electricity.

The mysterious old man withdrew his right hand, and a wisp of black smoke was rising from the tips of his thin fingers, which had just been withdrawn from the air two meters away from the three of them.

"What's going on now?" Garon frowned, he couldn't read the guy's movements at all.

"They left. The old man frowned as well. "They used the essence of the force to get out of here. ”

Garon was inexplicable. looked at the three people huddled together on the ground. "Aren't they still here?" he saw the emptiness in the eyes of the three of them, and he realized. "You mean their consciousness is out of the body?"

"Yes. The old man nodded, "They're relying on this to avoid my search." ”

"What's the use of that? Their bodies are being watched by us. Will be back sooner or later. Garon asked lightly.

"Not really. The old man shook his head, "They can pull their bodies over in an instant from a great distance, and if they want to, it's not difficult to even rebuild a body." ”

"What the hell is this?" Garon didn't understand the strength of these witch doctors and wizards.

The old man glanced at him, "You are not even an apprentice on our path. It's normal not to understand. He turned back and continued to stare at the three bodies on the ground, "If you want." I can pass on my knowledge to you as a companion, if you want to know?"

"Will you impart knowledge to me?" Garon had never thought that such a powerful and mysterious thing should not be kept in his heart, and that it would be impossible to pass it on without many tests. Why does this guy casually impart knowledge on reason.

"It doesn't matter. The old man smiled, "Because our knowledge is always dangerous." It is an endless exploration of the universe. Even if you know how to do it, you must cooperate wholeheartedly, believe it, and trust it. So it doesn't make much sense just to know how to do it. Truly controlling one's own mind is the greatest foundation. ”

"What you said made me wonder a lot. Garon whispered. "Well, I hope to learn from you after this, and perhaps this ancient knowledge will work well for me. ”

The old man smiled kindly at him, "My name is AG, you can call me AG directly." We'll still have a long time to go, so let's deal with these guys who steal the pages first. ”

The two no longer cause disputes, and Garon pulls out the walkie-talkie. I looked at the signal and didn't pay attention to the old man's movements. Instead, he began to contact the rest of his men.

"Angie, where's the bald head?"

"The Boss got stuck in a deep ditch nearby and was trying to tow the car out. A woman's voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"You're with Kachu?"

"Yes. ”

"Take your men and come to my bearings, beware that the underground soil may collapse. Remember to bring heavy firearms and monitoring equipment. ”

"Understood. ”

Turn off the walkie-talkie, this woman Angie and Kachu are both the top elites of the Nighthawk Regiment, and they are also masters of the projection secret technique. With their strength, with the monitoring equipment, they can accurately monitor the range of thousands of kilometers in this area.

At this time, the mysterious old man AG was walking in front of the three of them, sitting down cross-legged, he put his cane on his knees, put his hands together, and his whole body began to tremble slowly like a sheep's madness.

Garon didn't know what he was going to do, but he could feel an invisible wave emanating from his body, and it was constantly gathering towards the three of them.

"I'm leaving too, to track them down. I hope you can help me guard my body here. The old man AG turned back to Garon and said.

"No problem. Garon nodded.

As soon as the words fell, the old man's eyes suddenly lost their lustre, and instantly dimmed, like a gray gem.

Garon frowned and walked around the four of them, not finding anything strange around them, and everything was calm and peaceful.

Time passed minute by minute, Garon waited quietly, his body exuded a strong aura of aura, although it was not really aura, but it also attracted the insects of the old trees around him to dare not approach at all.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Ahh

A shrill cry rang out.

The three of Cohen jumped to their feet and tried to run towards the stone wall.

Garon reacted and stepped on the soles of his feet.

He shot and grabbed Daryl by the neck and slammed it against the wall.

Coax!

There was a loud shock, and Daryl foamed at the mouth and fainted.

The other two, Rosdam and Cohen, were so frightened that they stayed there and watched Garon not dare to make any more moves.

Their faces were pale, not the pale of horror, but white as if there was not much blood at all. It's as if something terrible has happened a moment ago.

At this moment, the old man AG slowly woke up.

He picked up his crutches, coughed heavily, and got up from the ground.

"Hand over the pages, that's mine!" he said in a low voice. The eyes are fixed on the two of them, like a glowing pearl in the night.

When the two saw Garon and the old man standing together, there was no sign of a fight, and their faces suddenly became even more ugly.

"What do you want? The pages have been hidden by us somewhere no one can find them. ”

Rosdam exclaimed.

"You stole it from my dungeon and passed it on for so many years as your so-called ancestor! "Fate has led me to you. Come on, hand it over, and I can consider whether or not to let you go. (To be continued......)