Chapter 204: Judge for Yourself

"Kercha, stay away."

After James finished speaking, he found that Ria was already standing more than ten meters away, and couldn't help but sigh at his speed of escape.

"I'll ask you about your matter later. Now we have to consider who you are?"

The second "you" obviously refers to Evander. Not long ago, the plague doctors found that someone had set up a sleight of hand here, and it took some effort to break it.

And they have never seen such a sleight of hand before. It seems that this is not the power of the patient or the mysterious object.

"I have been asked this question many times today, but I really don't know how to answer it, because I am just an ordinary human being. Who else can I be?"

Evander still kept his hands raised high. James stared at his hands that were missing flesh and only bones were left. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and threw out several syringes with scarlet liquid inside.

And the next moment, even Ria didn't see clearly how Evander did it, and the syringes were caught in his hands.

"Blood... For doctors, blood is the dirtiest thing, because we never know what viruses or bacteria are in blood."

Evander grabbed the syringe with his bone-less hand, and then let go. The glass syringes fell to the ground and shattered, and the blood inside began to corrode the surrounding floor.

"A bunch of quacks who see everything wrong."

"You sound very confident in your own strength. You dare to talk to us like this."

"Of course, after all, I am different from you monsters. I am a human."

"This is so funny-kill him now!"

James suddenly turned into a dark black giant crow shadow and stepped forward, and the other bird-beaked doctors followed closely.

"Swish--"

Riya seemed to hear the sound of the metal blade, and a huge bloody crack appeared in the air. The black shadows directly pressed Evander into it.

Then, the crack closed.

Riya stood there and looked at the place where they disappeared. His eyes slowly looked down, and he found a huge knife mark on the ground that was gradually closing, and black powder was floating above it, like dust in the sun.

"Who among them used a knife?"

This question appeared in Leah's mind for a moment, and he continued to stay there for a while, but there was no movement there.

Perhaps they felt that the destruction caused by fighting here was immeasurable, so they ran to another space.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't believe that such a power existed in the world."

He folded his hands and placed them on the top of the handle of the cane.

The words of the plague doctors and Evander seemed to have a big conflict. The plague doctors insisted on saving patients, but only saved some patients. These people were called disordered people and were protected by the plague doctors.

However, Evander wanted Leah to kill them, and even almost wiped out Little Shival directly. To be honest, this approach made Leah unable to trust him and could not fully believe anything he said.

The plague doctors looked evil, and the camp division was very chaotic, but Leah could feel that they really wanted to cure the patients. They had their own personalities, hobbies and ideas.

"I need to have my own judgment... I can't be confused by so many different answers."

Riya covered his head, and his head seemed to hurt again, but since one of his eyes regained vision and he no longer used the golden eye to see anything, he felt much better.

"Remember that performing memes can relieve pain. I have to make a deal with someone now."

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Thinking like this, Riya closed his eyes to relax for a while, opened his eyes again and walked towards the banquet hall.

The dance party was still going on. They were bathed in the light and had no idea what shocking things had just happened. Many times, ignorance is a kind of happiness.

The gentlemen in black suits and the ladies with extremely slender waists danced ballroom dances together. They spun in the hall. The various skirts seemed like blooming gorgeous flowers, and the different colors produced a star-like halo under the light.

And Riya's figure seemed out of tune with them. He walked alone in the group of dancers with a cane. The rhythm of his steps was not affected by the rhythm of the music at all, as if he was an audience completely separated from the world.

Soon, the young man found the widow in the black dress leaning against the wall.

"Greetings, Kercha, I haven't seen you for a while. To be honest, you should go dancing with everyone. This is the social way that young people should experience."

Favroline's voice was gentle and had a unique charm. Ria chuckled: "Madam, I'm sorry I can't dance, but I have something better to show you."

"Better things?"

Favroline raised her long eyelashes, and the gray pupils at the bottom stared at Ria like a venomous snake. Ria moved closer and lowered her voice: "For the sake of my attending doctor James Johnson, let's talk for a while."

As they said, the two left the hall. Favroline lifted her skirt and walked down the steps step by step. There was no one around here, and Ria could finally show her new deal.

"There's something I've wanted to show you for a long time."

As she said, Ria's facial skin suddenly cracked a huge hole, and with a "rip", those golden eyeballs were distributed on the edge of the crack.

From the crack, countless tentacles emerged like wireworms. They closed and entangled in mid-air, becoming bloated, and then gradually took on a new shape.

Little Shival stretched out his wings, and Ria's wound was quickly sutured by the tentacles.

Witnessing this scene, Favroline was not very surprised, perhaps because James had already greeted her.

"What do you want to show me?"

"Please watch the next show."

Ria nodded to Little Shival, and it also fell from mid-air to the ground, and then melted into a large piece of strange black mucus and began to spread, and the surface of these mucus still had tentacles twisting and stretching from time to time.

After a while, these mucus formed a huge and weird hand.

Little Shival successfully vomited out the clown corpses he had collected before, to be precise, the mutant clown corpses.

Now this thing is affected by the pupils on the back of Leah's neck, and it has become gray and white, with dense eyeballs attached to it, turning randomly from time to time, and staring at people from time to time.

"What is this?" Favroline's expression finally showed a trace of discomfort.

"This is the clown, you should know him very well, and now he is dead."

"The clown..."

Favroline opened her eyes slightly. Of course, she knew who the clown was and understood the clown.

At the beginning, her husband, the former viscount, inexplicably brought this person back, saying that the clown's performance made him very satisfied, and this person was very talented.