Chapter 102: The Ubiquitous Sight

The fire-stealing bird in mythology is not just one.

Kolo frowned slightly when he heard this.

His sight was fixed on the man wearing the metal bird mask:

"What does this have to do with the power of the sunstone?"

"Don't you understand after all this?"

The man wearing the metal bird mask crossed his legs and said to Kolo in a hoarse voice:

"Just do it like us, don't do those meaningless things."

"This time, the Stairway to Heaven, go with us."

"The more fire-stealing birds, the better."

After saying that, he signaled the bird-faced man who had been standing in the aisle without speaking to take Kolo away.

Kolo did not force himself to stay, but turned around and let the man lead him away.

After he left, the bird-faced man who led him away came back, and the five bird-faced men who had been very arrogant immediately bowed their heads to him.

The man didn't say much, just glanced at them and said in a flat voice:

"Be prepared, prepare your own scapegoats, and those who are not prepared will die on their own, do you hear me?"

The five bird-faced men couldn't help but shudder and quickly responded:

"Yes!"

The lone bird-faced man just laughed, turned around, and walked through the dark underground corridor, laughing in another direction.

Outside the house.

Yao Yan turned his back to the house, and under his right hand pressed on his shoulder, a crow head looked at Kolo who walked out of the door.

After watching him get on the sunstone-driven vehicle and leave, Yao Yan let the crow go back from his palm.

There is something wrong with this base, do you want to sneak in and see?

If you want to sneak in, do it at night.

Yao Yan made a decision.

Time passed and night fell.

The street was dark, and there was not even a moon or stars in the sky.

It was not that the night was dim, but that there was no light at all.

Only his senses as a non-human creature allowed him to barely outline the outline of the street.

In Yao Yan's senses, the streets were like a pair of eyes.

In such a scene, he came to the building in the daytime.

A crow flew out of his hand and laid on the door handle.

After his fingers slid across the black paper, the door opened.

Just like other places, there was no light in the room.

In such a dim vision, he came to the dim corridor, and according to the scenery observed by the inhuman senses, he walked slowly in the house with light steps.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing in front of the window at the end of the corridor.

The figure was wearing a windbreaker with the hem level with the knees. The other party was facing the window, as if he could see outside the window in this dark night.

And at this moment, the figure slowly turned his body and looked in the direction of Yao Yan.

Yao Yan was not panicked at all. His body, which was close to the wall, moved sideways and avoided the other party's sight.

However, Yao Yan could clearly see the deep and cold gaze in the other party's slightly lit eyes -

From the perspective of the crow that emerged from his feet.

Through the other party's slightly lit eyes, Yao Yan could see that the other party was still wearing a mask on his face.

A bird-beak mask.

While Yao Yan was hiding, the man left the window and walked to the next room.

In the sound of the door opening and closing, the bird-faced man disappeared from Yao Yan's sight.

Yao Yan waited for a moment and walked over.

However, as soon as he walked out of the shelter, he felt a gaze.

It seemed that something was watching him somewhere.

Following this feeling, he turned his eyes around and searched around the corridor.

But he didn't find it.

After a short search, he was alert to the strange feeling of being watched and came step by step to the main door of the room where the bird-faced man entered.

Just as he reached out to touch the door handle, suddenly, the sight reappeared, making his body instinctively stand up as if in danger, and the chill climbed up along the tailbone.

This chill made him stop again.

His sight was patrolling again.

At this moment, the sight became clear.

However, this sight came from several directions.

From behind the broom in the corner.

From under the sofa in the living room.

From outside the window.

From behind him.

The sense of being watched made his body instinctively tense.

He seemed not to be in a dark and empty room, but in a busy street.

There was even a sight close to his body, as if the other party was leaning on him.

However, although his body was constantly sending him various alarm signals, his mind did not receive this alarm.

The next moment, a crow head emerged from the back of his neck and looked at the source of the sight.

It was at this moment that he discovered the source of the sight -

Sunstone.

All the sights were coming from mechanical tools that used the sunstone as energy.

"It's really scary."

Yao Yan muttered to himself.

Although he said that, his movements did not stop at all.

However, he did not move forward, but turned around and moved towards the door.

He turned the door handle, pushed the door open, and left the house.

Just when Yao Yan left, the door in front of the window opened again, and a bird-faced man walked out, walked through the dark corridor, and came to the living room.

At this moment, the bird-faced man looked at the door on the other side with slightly bright eyes.

Click.

After a slight sound, the door at the end of his sight was opened, and a maid walked out.

In her hand, there was a lighting fixture wrapped in a transparent material similar to glass.

And in it, a burning red color was revealed.

And the reason was that the sunstone in it was glowing and heating.

The maid looked at the lamp with a dazed look, as if she was witnessing a miracle:

"Master, do we need to chase him?"

Without looking at her, the bird-faced man just stared at the door:

"No. Don't worry about him."

"But it could be the Flame Guards"

"What Flame Guards?"

"It was established by the hounds that stole fire."

The bird-faced man finally turned his head and looked at her:

"Establish what? The Flame Guards are those policemen."

Under the mask, the eyes that were as bright as sunstones and flames stared at the door handle:

"The hounds that stole fire are the temple guards."

The bird-faced man stared at the door handle, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames:

"The snake swallowed the torso, the giant took away the legs, and the strange bird took away the head and eyes."

On the coffee table, the light emitted by the sunstone in the lamp made the living room dim, like dusk.

"The remaining part was taken away by the temple guards themselves."

The words of the bird-faced man echoed in the living room.