Chapter 260 Attack (7200 Plus)

late at night.

After a hard day's work, William closed the bar and cleaned up, dragged his exhausted body, walked out the door of the bar, and rushed to the place where he slept.

"I am exhausted……"

"Maybe I should apply to the boss to let me sleep in the bar, so that I can return the rented house and save an accommodation fee..."

"Bah ah... I'm dying, still thinking about this? The boss said... he'll keep an eye on me, right?"

At this time, William had walked into an alley.

If his divination skills are high enough, he will find that the alley he is in is very similar to the background seen in Aaron's divination...

Whoosh!

The cold wind is bleak.

William, who was walking, could not help wrapping his clothes tightly.

At this moment, he heard some kind of special noise in the darkness!

William stretched out his hand and touched the dagger hidden in his waist.

puff!

The next moment, he felt a cold wind blowing, his lower back was hit hard, and the sharp pain of tearing came.

What is even more frightening is that the vitality of life seems to flow from that wound.

when!

The dagger in William's hand fell to the ground, and he fell in a pool of blood.

A gentleman in a white suit, as if he was going to a banquet, stood beside him suddenly, it was 'Quentin'!

At this time, he was greedily licking the blood on his weapon: "Is this the blood of Sotos? It is full of mysterious and unique taste and flavor... It's really wonderful."

Quentin looked at William, and showed a mocking smile: "Your behavior these days has confused me, neither trying to escape nor trying to ask for help... I even suspected that there was a trap around you, but now I have confirmed it, and No... tell me, are you being devoured by madness and fear?"

'No...I asked for help, the boss said he would stare at me...'

William's lips moved, and his pupils gradually enlarged.

"Don't worry...you won't die, I just injected some anesthetics." Quentin lowered his body and said, "There are many members in the Blood Clothes Club waiting for your dedication, dear Mr. Ingredients!"

"Well, if you want to cook you, you still need to go through a procedure to put you in a near-death state, and extract the spirituality of the 'tower' from your body... How about making a mushroom sauce? Although your spirituality of the 'tower' For some Beyonders, it is highly poisonous, but some members who have both 'red' and 'tower' still like it very much... They even suggested eating you raw, but this kind of savage behavior was naturally rejected by me. It's not a good habit!"

As Quentin said, he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands gracefully.

Whoosh!

At this moment, another gust of cold wind blew past, blowing up the scraps of newspapers on the ground, whirling beautifully.

Quentin's expression changed wildly!

His spirituality is already warning, indicating a huge danger!

"Who?"

Quentin looked around vigilantly, but did not find any uninvited guests who disturbed his hunting pleasure, but his forehead was already sweating, and he was holding a high-level spell tightly in his hand.

"Cuckoo..."

A small voice sounded.

Quentin looked at the source of the sound, only to find that it was William lying on the ground, his teeth rubbed unconsciously and made a gurgling sound...

A strange scene appeared, William's expression gradually became dull, his body twitched involuntarily, and suddenly he stood up without bending his legs, like a puppet being manipulated.

Even the blood on the ground was quickly flowing back to the wound, causing the wound to heal quickly.

"Wraith possessed?!"

Quentin quickly understood this scene: "Is it the breath of blood that attracts undead? But this one... seems to be a bit high... This level of spiritual body, how can the General Investigation Bureau allow it to be in Pulmouth? Wandering the streets?"

At this time, William's eyes were already closed, and when he opened them again, in the dark night, they were like two dazzling amethysts.

The gloomy and cold aura that belonged to the evil spirits gradually spread around, covering the ground with a layer of frost.

"It's an evil spirit!"

Quentin screamed, quickly chanted the spell, threw the spell, turned his head and ran!

Even the hole cards he prepared can't fight against an inhuman existence!

After releasing the spell, Quentin didn't even look back, the muscles on his legs bulged quickly, and he ran like a desperate run.

'Purple eyes... are they the evil spirit of Sothoth? Damn...the descendants of such a big family really have life-saving cards...'

Quentin ran like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the end of the alley, where he could see the street paved with floor tiles and bright lights.

He has already decided to run into the street and shout to attract attention, even if he is caught in the investigation bureau!

If you are caught in the investigation bureau, you still have a chance to rescue him by relying on the relationship of the club. If you are caught by the evil spirit, you will really die!

boom!

Quentin, who was galloping fast, felt like he had slammed into a hard wall, the pain came, and his nose bone seemed to shatter.

He was violently bounced back to the ground, ignoring the pain, looked at the entrance of the alley that led to freedom, but found that a layer of transparent bugs gradually emerged, and then an overwhelming black beetle surrounded him.

Black beetles fell one after another, and the surrounding environment also changed.

It seems that everything he has experienced is an illusion created by this bug!

"what!"

Quentin roared and fought hard, but was bitten by the black demon bug and screamed.

The sound waves fell on the surrounding camouflage insect walls, as if they were absorbed, and the sound of the outside world was extremely slight.

In the end, one after another, the puppet bugs landed on Quentin, causing him to completely lose his mobility. Only his face could barely move, watching William who was walking.

‘How can evil spirits manipulate bugs? Unless... this is not an evil spirit, but a Beyonder? ’

‘Behind William, is there an inhuman existence? ’

Quentin cursed the 'Blood of Decay' in secret, and the intelligence had made such a big mistake that he was trying to kill himself!

The walking dead William came to Quentin and said in a dry voice: "Why did you deliberately frame William, give me an accurate name!"

Quentin thought a lot for a moment, and finally spit out a name: "Raphael Sauron - he directly belongs to the 'Blood of Decay' hunting team, their leader is Loveman Sauron... this Your Excellency, I am a member of the Blood Clothes Club, and I am willing to serve you!"

"No matter how big the background of the Blood Clothes Club is, what does it have to do with me? Do you want to use it to intimidate me?"

Aaron sneered and put his palm on Quentin's head, and a cold, deadly aura spread immediately: "I just need you as a divination material..."

After a while, in the alley, the creepy gnawing sound quietly sounded.

"Feed him to Roberts' magical worm box, you can save a lot of food, and I still earn it..."

Aaron possessed William and walked out of the alley, recalling the information from the divination.