Chapter 164 The Crying Mask

Although Yago didn't know that the distraught young man had found his parents when he got home, he knew very well that he couldn't stay here for too long.

Without staying, Yago controlled the silk thread of the black robe to roll up the goblet containing light black blood and the goblet containing "mystery", and turned around.

From the perspective of others, this is an empty corridor, but in Yago's eyes, this entire corridor is an illusory, misty phantom.

And a decaying, decaying clock tower on the verge of collapse is embedded in this mansion.

And in the middle of this corridor, where Yago walked out was the gate of the decaying clock tower.

Bell tower, more than one.

In the bell tower of the ruined temple, each door in the circular room corresponds to a bell tower.

The bell tower of the Crowsong World corresponds to one of the doors, and this place also corresponds to one of the doors.

As if he wanted to imprint it in his mind, he took a deep look at the decayed door, which was similar in shape to the gate of the bell tower of the Crowsong World, then opened the door and walked in without stopping.

However, just as he passed through the gate, the goblet containing the "mysterious" phantom and the high education cup containing blood collapsed in an instant.

Yago was also prepared. The pitch-black silk thread was deformed and twisted into a goblet-shaped container, which caught the mysterious phantom and blood.

The world in the book is no, things in the bubble zone cannot be taken out.

When Yago stepped fully inside the door, he saw it.

The world outside the door, the corridor, the wall, everything, the misty phantom, began to collapse and shatter quickly.

Quickly, Yago closed the rotting door of the clock tower.

At the same time, in the world of "Fallen Angel Hanboa".

In the stained glass window of the dilapidated church, a wrinkled pale hand protruded from the mirror surface among the shattered glass fragments on the ground, and then an old man with an old face crawled out of the mirror.

Vigilant and cautious, the old man looked around, and then he quickly took out a reverse crying face mask and put it on his face.

The moment he put on the mask, everything around him turned into a floating misty phantom in his field of vision.

With a fixed gaze, he turned on his spiritual vision, and the misty phantom outlined a clear outline.

Without the slightest pause, the old man sprang out of the dilapidated church at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his body.

However, when he appeared at the door of the church, a figure appeared in his vision.

Those passers-by who were just passing by, or the half-dead homeless lying in the corner, all stood up, and quickly rushed towards the old man with almost identical gazes.

Obviously, their target is this old man.

And for such a situation, the old man seems to be quite familiar with it.

And, he quickly turned his head and glanced at the front left.

A few hundred meters away, in his field of vision, stood a decaying bell tower that was on the verge of collapse.

With the corners of his wrinkled mouth raised, the old man took out a broken lens and aimed it in the direction of the clock tower——

Hoo hoo -

The surrounding crowd had already rushed in, throwing weapons at him.

However, when weapons such as walking sticks, shovels, and vegetable baskets fell, the old man's body had disappeared from the original place.

The next moment, in a room not far from the clock tower, in the mirror of the dressing table, an old man wearing a normal smiling face mask emerged from the mirror.

When his body left the mirror, the mask of the smiling face had been turned upside down, showing an upside-down crying face.

Without stopping, when a disheveled girl pushed open the door with a bang, the old man swiftly smashed the window frame, and turned out of the room amidst the glass shards shattering and splashing.

But at this moment, his body froze suddenly, as if something bound his hands and feet.

The cloudy eyeballs under the mask glanced down following the movement of the head.

A knight in black armor wrapped in hazy mist was looking at him coldly, with exactly the same eyes as those of the crowd chasing him.

However, for this, the old man's old cheeks under the mask just smiled slightly.

In the next moment, his figure disappeared directly.

On the other hand, the figure of the old man flickered quickly on top of the countless shards of glass that were shattered and flew into the air.

"Thank you so much."

Near the clock tower, on a shard of glass that flew to the front of the clock tower, the smiling face was turned upside down into a crying face, and the old man emerged from the mirror.

Resolutely and quickly, the old man pulled open the gate of the clock tower, rushed in, and then closed the gate.

The moment the gate closed, the crowd rushing towards the bell tower stopped moving as if they had suddenly lost their target.

Then, as if nothing had happened, everyone in the crowd continued their actions in a mode that suited their identities.

And the black armored knight, too, continued to patrol around as if he hadn't seen anything.

Along the long passage, Yago moved towards the circular room.

He was thinking about what he had just encountered.

That should be what the young Cromwell family said.

The mystery in his hands is the upper sequence of the gravekeeper, the mystery of the "silent one".

For this "mysterious" matter that made him feel repelled and strangely attractive, Yago knew almost nothing about it.

Because of the confidentiality of the information, he has never heard of the name of the Sequence 8 potion, which is the upper rank of the grave keeper.

Also, this blood

He looked at the light black blood that swayed slightly with his movement in the container formed by the black thread.

"'My blood can't reduce the confusion and ravings brought about by the mystery of the Silent One'."

What the young man with black hair and black eyes said was that it couldn't be lowered much, not that it was useless.

And in the previous sentence:

"'The materials used to reduce the babbling are the dried eyeballs and beaks of the Jakru gray bird, the dried pituitary gland of the sleepless bird, and the ashes of the ghost grass, mixed with the water of the spiritual tide'."

Can the potion made from blood and these materials reduce confusion and raving?

In other words, the effects of these material combinations and blood are in a sense the same?

However, as he was walking, he pushed open the door, and when he entered the circular room, he suddenly saw a figure.

A man wearing a crying mask.

Judging from the wrinkled palms and neck, he is an old man in his 70s or 80s at least.

Wait a minute, crying face mask! ?

The pile of statues in the ruined temple appeared in Yago's mind.

Among them is a statue wearing a crying mask.

At this time, the other party also noticed him, and then, took out a mirror?