To be honest, before tonight, Anle had also thought of seducing Eric into a trap by pretending to be prey.

But considering that he has forced three D-level supermen of the Black Blood Gang to die, he may be wary of it.

In addition, I didn't want to be too arrogant and avoid attracting more attention, so I gave up this plan.

Unexpectedly, not only did someone perfectly replicate the "fishing plan", but even he caught it!

The moment he smelled the bloody smell, Anle realized something was wrong and was about to leave.

But it's still a step slower.

An extremely dangerous aura was already locked on him.

Anle's hair stood up all over her body and the blood flow rate slowed down.

This pressure is almost the same as that of the human spider!

The master of the breath seemed to be telling him not to act rashly, otherwise he would be dead.

Anle didn't expect to use Xiaoxiao as a means to break the deadlock, but he intuitively judged that even if he used Xiaoxiao, it would be difficult to affect him!

"I have no malice."

Anle deliberately changed the tone and replied in a sharper voice.

At the same time, he walked out of the shadow and raised his hands to show his harmlessness.

"Huh? Blood Warlock?"

The beautiful boy tilted his head and raised his beautiful eyebrows.

Even though Anle painted all the masks with black paint, he still saw the origin of the mask at a glance.

He sniffed, first showing a very disgusting expression, and then continued to speak.

"You are indeed not their accomplice, and I didn't smell malice."

"Let me guess, you don't want to save me, are you?"

Before Anle could answer, the boy's face suddenly changed.

A thick white mist suddenly appeared on Eric, who fell to the ground, like a dead fish.

The mist spreads out like a living thing, quickly entangling the dog-eared boy.

Even though he was so powerful, he showed some fear when facing the fog.

"The fog will eventually come!"

"Spread pure white horror!"

Eric, who was dying and was about to die, actually made a hoarse and harsh sound from his mouth.

This is not like a sound that humans can make, but more like his body is occupied by some indescribable existence, borrowing his vocal cords to make sounds.

"Damn the Mist Sect!"

The boy said angrily that he had no time to worry about peace now, and he made a strange mark with his hands, and he also muttered something on his mouth.

But what I am talking about is some words that I can't understand. They are very mysterious and seem to be able to connect with special power.

Then.

The extremely dazzling brilliance bloomed on the young man.

It was like a small sun rising in this small and dark alley.

The fog that comes into contact with the light melts like ice and snow encountering the sun.

However, more fog is spreading.

There is always a wisp of mist that can ignore the dazzling light and quietly penetrate into the boy's body.

The beautiful boy yelled again: "Get out!"

The glory of holy encompasses the entire vision of happiness.

Anle was vaguely familiar with it, as if it was similar to the breath in the Church of Huizhi.

Even the small body in the backpack was trembling slightly - "Bai" was the disciple of "Hui", so Xiaoxiao was also affected.

‘The power of Hui?’

Make a peaceful and calm judgment.

This beautiful boy with the dog ear is probably a believer of Hui and can borrow some of His power.

‘What is the Mist Sect?’

It seemed like a dangerous situation, but Anle ran away without turning around.

‘So strange…’

In his perception, whether it was the pale fog or the dazzling light, it seemed... very harmless?

Have a happy choice to believe in your intuition.

And beside him, gray tentacles appeared and came out on their own initiative.

Actively stretch forward without concealing their greed.

It was driven by this desire that Anle took risks, stayed in place, and watched the development of things.

After a moment.

The white mist and light all faded like a tide.

And the pictures presented in the alley after the "low tide" still surprised Anle a little.

First of all, Eric.

The ground where he was originally lying was empty.

It is really "empty".

Including the fat that fell out of Eric's body, his clothes, and blood that spilled on the ground, all disappeared!

If Anle hadn't witnessed all this, he would have thought he had never been here.

It was like Eric chewed in fog and ate it, without even a single residue.

If you insist on saying something else is left in the air, it is a substance that makes Ale disgusted, wandering around where Eric disappeared.

It is invisible and invisible.

But Anle instinctively wants to stay away from it and is unwilling to contact it.

Judging from this situation, Eric probably performed a taboo ritual of the so-called "Mist Sect" and summoned white fog at the cost of his life to fight against the beautiful boy.

Thinking of this, Anle turned her head and looked at the boy on the side.

His condition was beyond the expectation of peace.

The boy had no wounds on his body, but he just opened his eyes and stared blankly at the nothingness in front of him, as if something was firmly attracting his attention.

He actually ignored Anle.

To be more accurate, he is indifferent to all external objects in the real world.

"Hello?"

Anle asked carefully to prevent the other party from fishing again.

After repeated tests, Anle walked up to him and waved his hand.

"Are you there? Have you slept? Have you eaten?"

The boy still didn't respond, as silly as the exquisite doll.

Anle touched his chin: "He is...demented?"

"No, it should be temporary."

Get closer, you can see the agility in the boy's eyes reappearing at a very slow speed.

A remote and uninhabited alley, a beautiful beauty, no response... These keywords are linked together, Anle remembers two or three good-quality films in his previous life, and the license plate number is...

There is no shortage of happiness and joking thoughts.

‘It’s a pity, it would be great if you were a girl.’

Oh, by the way, now I have to add one to this keyword-

tentacle.

At this time, the boy was undoubtedly in an irrational and chaotic state.

In this case, filthy reason can be extracted from him!

The tentacles around Anle are already impatient!

Their initial goal was this boy.

Anle hesitated for a moment.
To be continued...