Chapter 421 The Hand of Redemption

Huaishi: "..."

Origin: "..."

Original photo: "..."

In the awkward silence, Yuan Zhao looked around, as if waking up from a dream, not knowing what was going on.

"What's wrong?" He looked at Huai Shi blankly: "Why am I tied up? Why does my face hurt so much? Did someone hit me? And why is everyone looking at me?"

"This...it's a long story."

Huai Shi looked away awkwardly, and then quietly kicked the broken figure hidden behind her away: "You were just eroded by the dream of decay, and then everyone tried their best to save you. "

"...I have an impression."

Yuan Zhao's face turned pale: "It was like a nightmare. I dreamed of a dark woman crawling out of the sea, like a ghost, and crawled into the Stars."

At that moment, Huaishi felt a chill in her heart.

He heard the original photo whispering with fear:

"She seems to be right next to me..."

Broken sharp sounds sounded, one after another, accompanied by a sudden burst of shrill screams.

Countless light bulbs fell apart in an instant, and darkness fell in an instant. But at that moment, a ferocious shadow suddenly appeared on the distorted wall behind Yuan Zhao.

Just staring at it hurt Huai Shi's eyes.

Just the appearance of an afterimage caused countless passengers to let out crazy screams of extreme fear.

The twisted outline squirmed on the wall, fleetingly, outlining a twisted figure riddled with holes, almost breaking through the wall.

The squirming limbs are only a gap away from the pale original photo.

Only a little bit away, He will be able to enter the body of the original photo...

But now, as Yuan Zhao wakes up, the half-piece of tiger talisman hanging on his chest suddenly lets out a majestic roar, and a cold shadow suddenly jumps out from it, smelling of blood wind and gunpowder smoke.

Just like the dragon moving in the sky, it is fierce and majestic.

The one-armed white-haired old man was riding an old horse. He was not wearing any armor. His right arm, which was exposed beyond the remaining sleeves, glowed like black iron, and he held a euphorbia in his hand.

When his eyes were raised, there was a divine light like lightning.

With the roar of the Tiger Talisman, the great halberd in his hand fell down, swept across, and crossed a line.

This line becomes the abyss.

The cold aura came out of the halberd's blade and collided head-on with that strange palm. It not only knocked back the limb, but also left a tragic scar on it.

On Hararu's arm, a wisp of darkness suddenly rose up and disappeared with a scream.

With one blow, the connection between Yuan Zhao and Fu Meng was forcibly severed!

On the wall, the twisted shadows quickly dissipated and moved to other places.

Before the afterimage of himself dissipated, the old man on the horse looked back and told Yuan Zhao: "You still lack experience, so why panic? Listen to your cousin, your sixth uncle has already set out to find you - Xiao Yuan, take this."

He waved his hand and actually threw the heavy euphorbia thousands of miles away and landed in Yuan Yuan's hand.

The ornamentation of Jizhen instantly spread from the euphorbia, covering her hands, blessing her body with the power of this holy mark relic.

At the last moment, he looked back at Huai Shi and grinned: "Youngster is pretty good. Come back home to play and bring your horse with you..."

The old horse carried him and quickly dissipated.

Only now did Huai Shi catch her breath. She lowered her voice and asked Yuan Zhao: "Who was that just now?"

"My second grandfather."

Yuan Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his face: "Hey? Why does my face hurt so much?"

"Maybe it was done when you had a nightmare?"

Huai Shi looked at the faint red mark on his face, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "You seemed to be crazy at that time. You threw your own figure on the ground and crushed it, and you slapped yourself and cried at the same time. : None of my cousins ​​in the family have this thing. I only have it. Now that a god-like brother Huai Shi has come, I don’t have it either. I guess it’s not a good thing..."

"Huai Shi, are you teasing me?" Yuan Zhao's eyes became suspicious.

"I lied to you with good intentions, but you don't believe me?"

Huai Shi stared at him in astonishment, "Otherwise, it's possible that you were beaten up by your cousin after you went crazy. After I poked out your figure, you were still crying and calling your wife. In front of you I shouted in front of my cousin, cousin, save me!"

He asked, "Which one do you want to believe?"

"..."

After "The Fuck-sucking Young Man", Hara Zhao, who once again suffered a social death, fell into a state of sluggishness.

Give up thinking.

Seeing his little brother being sunk, Huai Shi nodded with satisfaction, pulled off the rope of sadness and put it away, and nodded goodbye to Yuan Yuan.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Yuan Yuan was at a loss, not knowing where he was going.

"After all, I still have work to do...if you can't finish it, you have to work overtime, right?"

Huai Shi glanced around, moved closer, and lowered her voice: "You didn't film the part just now, did you? Just that...the part where your wife is awesome..."

Yuan Yuan glanced at his pocket subconsciously, then shook his head sharply.

I don’t know if I really didn’t take the photo.

Huai Shi always felt that once it was leaked out, his idol career would be doomed, but he didn't attach much importance to this, and it would not be a pity even if he died.

But it was so embarrassing to post it online that he had to ask more questions.

After receiving Yuan Yuan's assurance, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved goodbye, and turned to leave.

Anyway, there will be a team of cast iron troops left here to maintain order. They have a weapon that makes Huai Shi feel terrified just looking at it, so they will not be unable to protect themselves if anything happens.

Now he was increasingly worried about Ai Qing.

Shouldn't that woman be arrogant and giving orders at this time? Where have you gone now? Nothing really happened...

Didn't even send a text message, didn't even answer the phone call.

Are you so anxious to be a bully for yourself in the next life that you don’t even want to look at yourself again in this life?

Suppressing his faint anxiety and unhappiness, he ran along the corridor.

I heard the roar overhead again.

The entire Stars suddenly shook violently.

Before Huai Shi could react, the dome suddenly shattered, and a severely injured sublime crashed down and landed in front of Huai Shi's feet.

Huai Shi almost stepped on his horse's face.

"Oh my god, why is it you?" He lowered his head and stared at Tony in front of him in shock.

After the horse's face, a lot of blood came out from Biu's sting.

Tony choked violently and sighed helplessly: "It's a long story..."

Two minutes ago, violent vibrations continued to spread on the upper level of the Stars.

The evil dragon roared, and the red flames swept across, instantly dissolving all the crumbling carriages into viscous juice. What is even more threatening is the laws of thermodynamics dancing in Andrea's hands.

Once a scholar's knowledge is transformed by the tool Stigmata, the destructive power displayed will be beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Even the Ascended One is beyond reach.

But at this moment, as the shadows of countless bats suddenly rose, the flames went out in an instant.

Morando's power surges again!

The phantom vortex of the Dream of Decay suddenly appeared, and a shadow slowly protruded out, wrapping around Morando's body like a sticky, wriggling limb, pouring in a steady stream of disasters and miracles from the Dream of Decay.

Then, the second, third... Morando's power skyrocketed again.

But his expression was full of anger, not the slightest joy!

This phenomenon can only prove one thing - the substitute he prepared in advance has decoupled!

Now the power of the Rotten Dream Queen has chosen her.

Maybe there won't be any problems in a short period of time, but in fact this is not a gift from Fu Meng. Rather... it is the last generosity of Jiu before occupying the magpie's nest.

Soon, as the nightmare in his body grows, his soul will quickly dissolve into the most basic essence in the deepest part of the dream of decay.

After blending the power of the Rotten Queen, it was recast.

By then he will still have Morando's body and Morando's soul, but he may not be who he is now.

Rather, it is the temporary host of Queen Fu Meng, the incarnation of the ruler in the human world.

It is impossible to understand the deepest part of the abyss and the high rulers with human reason and common sense. Similarly, the chaotic existence of the ruler will also not understand human beings who are as small as dust.

They are themselves a symbol, a phenomenon, an essence condensed by the abyss.

And when this essence begins to decline and fall, trying to enter the narrow world of human beings, it will inevitably reduce its dimensions and change.

Appear in human form.

By then, Morando's body will become the temporary body of the Rotten Dream Queen.

And his soul will become the narrow vessel that emerges when the Queen of Rotten Dreams descends into this world.

Morando's will will become a tool used by the Queen of Corrupt Dreams to express her will, a Chinese room in the field of philosophy, and a black box translator.

Responsible for conveying the words and wishes of the superior to the world.

A consumable item.

But isn’t this the role of the officiant of the Good Night Society?

It is a matter of course to dedicate everything to the gods, and it is a supreme honor for any officiant.

It's just that Morando has other views on this...

For this reason, he did not hesitate to choose to cooperate with the Golden Dawn, plotting betrayal and abandoning his dying god.

But now, this curse called a gift has once again wrapped around his body, causing his limbs to begin to rapidly mutate.

Just when he started to panic, an elegant silhouette slowly emerged from among the countless collapsed carriages.

The cane dropped.

Mathers raised his hat and looked down at his embarrassed appearance.

"Do you need my help?" He raised his palm: "It only requires a little... a negligible price..."

Morando's expression twisted for a moment.

Staring at his outstretched hand.

The hand of salvation.

He gritted his teeth and held it.

At that moment, Mathers raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled: "Deal!"

A tragic neighing sound erupted.

At this moment, Morando roared loudly, and the terrifying air waves rose up from his body and spread. Countless sharp tentacles emerged from his mutated blood, scratching everything around crazily, killing everything that dared to get close. Tear to pieces.

He fell apart in an instant, and reorganized in an instant.

Renewed.

On his forehead, a rune that closed his eyes slowly appeared.

But a huge nightmare spurted out from his split back, turning into a thick and dark fountain, and the dark torrent spasmed crazily on the ground.

Dreams of decay.

After losing the last support, the marrow from the ruler could no longer be presented in a form that ordinary people could understand. Instead, it began to expand rapidly, forming a furious dark mist that spread and wreaked havoc on the Stars.

He has descended here.

However, there is no longer any believer who can worship Him, and no dream can accommodate Him.

Displaced dreams of decay linger painfully above the Stars.

Toward madness.

I've cut a few thousand words, but I'm not very satisfied with it, so I'll update one chapter first.

I'll stay up a little longer and try to write more... Kavin is in so much pain...