Lord of the Silver Crow

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

It's not from the beautiful lady around me.

Immediately, a picture appeared.

Just relaxing, standing under the misty crow resting on a small tree outside the Fasten clothes shop, a thin figure is standing.

It was a man in a black coat, and his unremarkable face was smiling with surprise.

The dead gray spiritual fog was released, and gradually condensed into a ghost-like silhouette in the air.

With the appearance of a ghostly haze, the surroundings seemed to become a little colder, and the fog crow seemed to perceive the danger, suddenly screamed hoarse and sharp, flapped its wings and was about to fly upwards.

However, the haze released by that person was chasing away.

Yago suddenly woke up from his dream.

He had a strong hunch that if Shugein was killed, he would also be affected because of that 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 buckled the mask on his face.

With the jet black silk thread pouring out of the mask, his body seemed to be erased, and his body was invisible, invisible to the touch and invisible.

In the midst of this change that seemed to have turned into an illusion, Yago released the mist to extend his perception, rushed directly out of the warehouse room, and rushed towards the door in a floating posture.

While leaving the warehouse room, he did not forget to control the black silk thread extending from the mask to roll up the revolver and two bullet nests by the bed.

Just like the body, the revolver and bullet nest that were drawn under the black robe disappeared invisible as if erased.

But Yago could touch and perceive them.

While pressing the bullet nest into the cavity of the revolver, Yago supported the black line to condense.

Under his will, the pitch black silk thread was condensed into the palm of his hand, and he pulled the doorknob.

"The lock hasn't been unlocked yet..."

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

Although a little stunned, he didn't have time to think about it. After closing the door, he followed the connection with Shugeyin and rushed in the direction of Shugeyin and that person.

......

"I'm really lucky. I didn't expect to find extraordinary creatures, and they are related to the grave guard. Did they absorb the'mystery' left by the dead grave guard? Or did they take the potion and get the'mystery' from the potion? But no matter what How is it, now it is mine!"

The man in the tweed suit showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the human form formed by the condensed spiritual fog rushed to the mist crow flying into the sky under his will.

"Little cute, save your "mystery"~"

But just as the joy of picking up money permeated his soul, 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 something clearly, it is only some.

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

As if sensing his gaze, the figure wrapped in the black robe slightly raised his gaze and looked at him.

In this brief 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, Yago didn't reply, just staring at the other party like this.

Because of the urgency, the man did not continue to control the spirit mist to chase Shugein, but instead controlled the return of the human form condensed by the spirit mist.

The goal was achieved.

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

Fighting?

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

Looking at the person's clear outline of the humanoid spirit mist, and comparing it to the one's own unclear outline of the mist, it goes without saying which is stronger and weaker.

Just scare people away.

As for shooting...

Not to mention that his bullet was obtained from the thorn tree, one missing one is hard to explain, just to say that the gunfire is not easy.

Yago was not stupid enough to touch the opponent with the extended spiritual fog, but turned on the spiritual vision, looking at the opponent quietly in the field of vision where everything turned into a grayish-white tone through the mask.

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

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

This situation makes the man more nervous, but he dare not act rashly.

With the moonlight sprinkled by the gray moon, he reluctantly used the spiritual vision that he learned after more than half a month of practice, letting the cold spiritual fog linger in his eyes.

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

Nothing!

There is nothing in front of him!

The other things are still there, but only the figure wearing a bird face mask and wrapped in a black robe disappeared!

The violent mood swings brought him back from the state of spiritual vision.

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

Suddenly, his hairs stood up sharply, and a cold feeling filled his whole body.

In the next instant, he felt a burst of tingling pain all over his body, as if his head had been split apart.

The sting spread all over his body, making him hiss instantly.

At the same time, he heard countless overlapping noises in his ears, and heard the silent murmur that tore his own spirit.

Yago looked at all this in amazement.

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

By the moonlight, he could vaguely see the man clenching his fist, and the blue veins on the back of his hand and temple were prominent, as if a bug was wriggling in it.

The spirit mist lingering around his body also continued to twist as if he had suffered a great deal of pain.

It spreads and condenses again, using the man's roar as the node, swinging wildly.

out of control?

Yago suddenly thought of a mysterious word.

Overuse of capacity?

No, the other party seemed to have Lingshi turned on just now?

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

Then, like a beast, he rushed towards Yago.

The spiritual mist around him did not condense into a human form anymore, but gathered on his body, and flooded towards Yago as the man pounced.

Suddenly encountered danger, Yago certainly did not continue to wait for the opponent to leave.

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

In a whisper that was hoarse, stern, like bones rubbing against each other, like a ghost, invisible bullets shot out from under the tattered robe.