Chapter 87

When Yago fell into the sweet and glamorous dream of warm entanglement with the beautiful Mrs. Osanna, a deep and extreme chill emerged.

Not from the beautiful lady beside me.

Immediately, a picture appeared.

Relaxing, standing under the Mist Crow resting on a small tree outside the Fast Clothing Shop, a thin figure stood upright.

It was a man in a black coat, with a surprised smile on his unremarkable face.

The death gray spiritual mist was released, and gradually condensed into a ghostly human silhouette in the air.

With the emergence of the ghostly fog shadow, the surroundings seemed to have become a little colder, and the fog crow seemed to have sensed the danger because of this, and suddenly let out a hoarse and sharp cry, flapping its wings and about to fly upwards.

However, the mist released by that person was chasing after him.

Yago woke up suddenly from the dream.

He had a strong premonition that if Xiuge was killed, he would also be affected because of the secret connection.

Without any hesitation, he directly pulled out the silver key from his chest.

When the silver key returned to its original beak mask posture, he directly put the mask on his face.

With the jet-black silk threads gushing out from the mask, his body seemed to be wiped off, invisible, and he couldn't touch or see it.

Amidst the changes in which the whole body seemed to be hallucinating, Yago released the spirit mist to extend his perception, rushed out of the warehouse room, and ran towards the gate in a floating posture.

While leaving the warehouse room, he did not forget that the black thread extending from the control mask rolled up the revolver and two magazines beside the bed.

Just like the body, the revolver and bullet nest that were entangled under the black robe disappeared into nothingness as if they had been erased.

But Yago could touch them, could feel them.

While pressing the cylinder into the cavity of the revolver, Yago condensed the black thread.

Under his will, the pitch-black silk thread condensed into a palm, pulling the doorknob.

"It's not unlocked yet."

However, the door, which was locked by the door lock and had not been unlocked, was pulled open smoothly.

Although a little stunned, he didn't have time to think too much. After closing the door, he followed the connection with Shugeyin and rushed towards Shugeyin and that person.

"It's really lucky. I didn't expect to find extraordinary creatures, and it was related to the gravekeeper. Did they absorb the 'mystery' left by the dead gravekeeper? Or did they take the potion and get the 'mystery' from the potion? But no matter what Well, now it's mine!"

The man in the tweed suit smiled, and the human form formed by the condensed spiritual mist rushed towards the mist crow flying into the sky under his will.

"Little cutie, keep your 'mystery'~"

But just as the joy of picking up money filled his heart, the man suddenly noticed something and turned his head abruptly.

Not far from him, a figure appeared!

Although the brilliance of the gray moon can make people see some things clearly, it is only a few.

The figure was wearing a black tattered robe, with a beak mask on his face, and half of his body was hidden in the shadows.

As if aware of his gaze, the figure wrapped in the black robe raised his eyes slightly and looked towards him.

In the short silence that made his heart beat like a drum, the man asked nervously:

"Who are you!? Shepherd? Broken Gear? Dusk Guard or Thorn Tree?"

There was no response, and Yago didn't reply, just staring at the other party.

Because of the urgency of the situation, the man did not continue to manipulate the spirit mist to pursue Shugeyin, but controlled the human form condensed from the spirit mist to return.

The purpose is achieved.

Yago has only one purpose, and that is to save Shugein.

war?

He is a rookie who has just stepped into the mysterious side, and he is not good at fighting at all.

Looking at the other party's clear-cut human-shaped Lingwu, and comparing it with his own Lingwu whose outline is not clear, it goes without saying which one is stronger or weaker.

Just scare people away.

As for shooting.

Not to mention that he got his bullets from a thorn tree, it's hard to explain the lack of one round, let alone the sound of gunshots.

Yago was not so stupid as to touch the other party with the extended spiritual mist, but turned on the spiritual vision, and looked at the other party quietly through the mask, in which everything turned into gray and white tones.

As long as the opponent chooses to run away, he will not chase, but he does not relax, holding the revolver in his hand, with his fingers touching the hammer and trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

There was no answer, no response, the other party just watched him quietly.

Such a situation made the man even more nervous, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

With the help of the moonlight cast by the gray moon, he reluctantly used the spiritual vision that he had learned after practicing for more than half a month, allowing the cold spiritual mist to linger in his eyes.

However, the scenery presented in his field of vision made him horrified——

nothing!

There is nothing in front of him!

Everything else is still there, but only the figure with the bird face mask and the black robe has disappeared!

The violent mood swings made him return from the state of spiritual vision.

However, the figure wrapped in a black robe and beak mask was still there, as if it hadn't moved at all.

All of a sudden, his fine hair stood on end, and a cold feeling permeated his whole body.

The next moment, he felt a burst of tingling pain all over his body, as if his head had been split open.

The stinging pain spread all over his body, making him hiss in an instant.

At the same time, he heard the shouts of countless overlapping noises coming from his ears, and heard the silent whispers that tore his spirit apart.

And Yago watched all this in astonishment.

The other party suddenly screamed and screamed for unknown reasons, and fell to the ground.

Through the moonlight, he could vaguely see the man clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands and temples were protruding one by one, as if there were worms wriggling among them.

The spiritual mist lingering around his body also writhed continuously as if suffering great pain.

Diffusion and condensation, with the man's roar as the node, swinging wildly.

out of control?

Yago suddenly thought of a mysterious word.

Ability overused?

No, the other party seemed to have activated Spirit Vision just now?

At this time, he found that the screaming man suddenly raised his head, his face full of pain was mixed with various emotions of fear and anger.

Then, like a wild beast, he rushed towards Yago.

The spiritual mist around him didn't condense into a human form anymore, but gathered on his body surface, rushing towards Yago as the man rushed towards him.

Suddenly encountered danger, of course Yago did not continue to wait for the other party to leave.

Raise the pistol, aim at the opponent, and pull the trigger with a finger that only you can perceive.

Amidst a hoarse, shrill sound, as if bones were intertwined and rubbed together, like ghosts whispering, invisible bullets shot out from under the tattered robe.