Chapter 170 Blood-Sucking Rebecca

Joan stood on the last step in front of the auditorium, staring blankly at the girl's white hair that shone like satin and danced wildly like a group of snakes, her heart beating faster inexplicably.

The eyeball at the back of the neck opened automatically, accompanied by the violent pulsation of his heartbeat.

It was the first time in Joan's life that he experienced such a feeling. He had a vague premonition that there was some kind of mysterious connection between the deformed eyeball on the back of his neck and the girl's weird long hair, and they seemed to have the same characteristics.

He didn't know why he had such a premonition, and he didn't have time to think about it. He strode towards Thomas, drew out the dagger at his waist while running, and swung it at Thomas's white hair.

The moment the electric light blade cut the hair, a strong force recoiled back, shaking Joan's wrist numb, and he could hardly hold the dagger.

Qiao An staggered back two steps before barely standing still, and found that he had used all his strength to cut off a few white hairs of the girl, which were still writhing on the ground.

At the same time, more strands of hair still tightly strangled Thomas' neck, and if he tried to help him out, he would suffocate to death in a short time.

In desperation, Qiao An had no choice but to yell at the white-haired girl who was still at a loss: "Sorry!"

"Huh?" The girl timidly turned her head to look at him like a frightened bird, eyes full of confusion.

Without further explanation, Joan held the dagger in his backhand, pointed the hilt of the dagger at the back of the girl's head and smashed it hard!

There was a muffled "bang", and the girl hugged her head and moaned.

Seeing that she hadn't fainted yet, Joan gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and hit her forehead hard again!

The girl screamed in pain.

The crowd of onlookers also exclaimed, and couldn't believe their eyes.

Joan threw down the useless dagger, looked around, and found a loose stone next to the flower bed, and immediately ran over, holding the stone with both hands, holding it high, and screamed in unison to the onlookers In the midst of it, he smashed it down on the girl's head with all his might!

boom! There was another heart-pounding muffled sound, and blood spurted from the forehead of the white-haired girl.

She raised her head slowly, and gave Joan one last look with intertwined horror and pleading eyes, then the whites of her eyes turned up, she collapsed on the ground, and passed out.

When the girl lost consciousness, her white hair seemed to lose its support, and it slid down.

Thomas finally got rid of the strangulation of white hair, and coughed violently with his hands on the ground, his neck was covered with dense bloodstains.

Throwing down the blood-stained stone, Joan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the white hair hanging around the unconscious girl's shoulders suddenly rose by itself, shooting at him like a sharp arrow.

Joan hurriedly raised his hand to block.

The slender strands of hair turned hard and sharp like steel needles, piercing his sleeves and piercing deeply into his arm. What made him more terrified than the pain was that these weird strands of hair could even suck blood—sucking him greedily through the wound. The original silver-white hair turned red from the hair tip, and the blood color quickly spread towards the root of the hair.

The severe pain and shock made Joan stunned, until there was a rapid chanting sound behind him, and the strong fluctuations of magic power from far to near, blasted through his body to those weird hairs that were crazily drilling into his body, blowing these The blood-sucking monsters were all shaken off Joan's skin, and retracted like an electric shock.

Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at the savior who pulled him back from the brink of death.

"Master Rauls... you saved me just now?"

Robert Rawls lost his usual smile, and warned Joan in a low voice: "Now is not the time to talk about this, don't get close to that dangerous girl."

Joan nodded, and retreated behind Master Rawls, looking anxiously at this seminary girl who was still unconscious, not knowing how this farce would end.

Joan's encounter just now sounded the alarm for the onlookers. Now everyone knows that although the girl lost consciousness, she was guarded by her white hair like a loyal hound. No one, including Master Rawls, dared to take it lightly. get close to her.

The suffocating atmosphere lasted for about five minutes, and an old woman with gray hair in a black nun uniform hurried over.

Master Rawls was obviously relieved, and hurried forward to greet him: "Sister Claire, you are finally here!"

"Who is that old lady?" Joan asked Thomas in a low voice.

"The current dean of the theological branch of Leiden College, Sister Clare, is said to be a hot-tempered old woman." Thomas stroked his scarred neck and said bitterly, "It's all my fault. I caused a catastrophe, not only did I almost lose my My life was ruined, and you were also implicated..."

Joan waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking about this, and let's see how Aunt Claire deals with the dangerous long hair of the unconscious girl.

Under the watchful eyes of Joan, Thomas and all the onlookers, Sister Claire walked towards the fainted girl in the middle of the square with a serious face, and chanted a prayer in praise of a certain god.

When she got close to the young girl, the other girl's silver hair flew up to her again.

Sister Claire raised her left arm to cover her long hair, and suddenly quickened her pace to rush to the girl, patted her on the back with her right palm, and a golden radiance full of holy energy burst out from her palm and injected into the girl's body.

The white hair that was tightly wrapping around Sister Claire's left arm seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock. It quickly retracted and attached to the girl's body. As the magic spell took effect, it gradually lost its vitality, and gradually faded away from silvery white, and became full head again. black hair.

"It's all right." Aunt Clare moved her palm away, showing a relieved smile.

Joan didn't know much about magic, so she couldn't see what kind of magic Sister Claire had just performed.

Fortunately, there were several seminary students in the crowd behind him, and Joan listened to their discussion, only to learn that the magic that Sister Claire used to subdue the strange long hair just now was called "Resisting Evil", which was specially used to lift curses and dispel evil spirits. A 5-ring magical spell possessed by evil spirits.

Joan also heard people say that the white-haired girl was named Rebecca, who was specially recruited by Sister Claire this year, and she was called an unparalleled "gifted girl" since the establishment of Leiden Academy. At the age of three, he already had 5 levels of priests when he first entered school, so he skipped directly to the 5th grade.

With Rebecca's abilities, there is actually no need to study at Leiden College. As long as she wants, she can get a letter of recommendation from the principal himself at any time, and go to Midgard University's seminary for further studies. The reason why this "gifted girl" chose to stay at Leiden Academy was mainly because she was too young, and it was also heard that her health was not in good condition, and her family was worried that she would go abroad to study...

Just as Joan was concentrating on listening to the seminary group talking about Rebecca, Thomas tugged at his sleeves and winked at him, as if hinting at something.