Blood of Mercury

"...Mr. Roland?"

Under An Ruosi's uneasy gaze, Roland lowered his head, said nothing, and fell into a long silence.

Since that soul turned his gaze to Roland, Roland froze in place and didn't move.

An Ruosi suspected that Roland might have fallen into some kind of hallucination, and therefore raised his vigilance against the seemingly good soul.

"what……"

Just when he thought that he wanted to use witchcraft to dispel the curse effect on Roland, he heard Roland's dry sigh.

The voice was dry and vague as if it had been in a drowsiness for several days.

"I really didn't expect it."

Roland still lowered his head, and a very calm voice came.

"Yes, I still have an irreparable weakness... From this point of view, the one who wins is you," Roland's breath gradually became sharper, the speed of his speech increased a little bit, and his voice began to grow louder. Clearly, "ruthless enough. I'll take it."

"But, have you ever thought about..."

Roland gradually raised his head, and the joints in his neck made a creaking sound as if they had not moved for several days.

An Ruosi suddenly had a bad premonition.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

When Roland raised his head completely, An Ruosi couldn't help taking a deep breath.

What a hideous and twisted face it was—the white cheeks were dyed with anger crimson, and the twisted face was as hideous as a hungry mad dog. There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, dyeing the originally clear silver-gray pupils extremely turbid, like a monster.

He had never seen Roland show such an expression.

Only once did he see a similar expression on the face of the bruised civilian wizard when a noble wizard took the sister and only relative of the commoner wizard who was bullied by everyone as a pet and tortured him to death.

That's the look of a mad dog who is completely reckless.

In other words, it is the hatred of the whole world that people who have nothing at all have.

An Ruosi couldn't help but pass through the person who should have been forgotten long ago.

The wizard was more cowardly than mild-mannered. Usually, even if someone was pulled out as a target for witchcraft practice, he would show a simple and honest smile, and agreed silly.

Only that time, the civilian wizard showed such a twisted expression.

An Ruosi was terrified at the time. He thought about it, couldn't sleep all night, and finally woke up his mentor at midnight and told him about it.

An Ruosi could not remember the details of that incident.

The only thing he remembered. It was the corpse of the noble wizard.

His head was dipped in concentrated acid, beyond recognition.

His fingernails were directly torn off, each finger was broken into three pieces, and the "scrap" of his two legs was scattered on the ground, at least more than 30 parts.

And his flesh, internal organs, eyes and bones were all chewed up and swallowed by the commoner wizard. That commoner wizard didn't use any witchcraft. His teeth were all shattered from chewing on bone, and blood flowed from his wide open mouth.

This commoner wizard can't even be held accountable - before An Ruosi and his mentor arrived, he used curse magic to bind the soul of the dead noble wizard to himself, and then sold it at a very low price. Sold to the devil and committed suicide.

Since then, An Ruosi has deeply understood. How crazy can human beings be?

He had always thought that Roland was a very peaceful, wise and cunning person.

An Ruosi never thought that Roland would have such an expression.

He couldn't help but back up again and again, not daring to approach Roland at all.

Roland's roar seemed to come from hell: "-- lied to me with my sister's face, did you **** think about the consequences!"

In Roland's roar, An Ruosi felt a very strong cold.

The next second, a gray-white gale whistled out from behind Roland—

Different from the ice blades that were slowly spit out from the ground before, the ground seemed to feel Roland's rage at the moment, like a geyser carrying a thick white mist, and it burst open.

The gray cold wind from the polar regions enveloped Roland. I couldn't see Roland's face at all.

Then, Roland wrapped the ice storm into a bunch of silver-gray sharp blades, and without shyness, attacked the transparent soul floating in the sky as graceful as a saint.

The soul also seemed to feel Roland's threat, and without hesitation, he took off his disguise.

Dark spots emerged from the blue crystal-like body, her eyes became bright red, and her delicate face rotted in an instant.

She opened her arms and roared mournfully, and the air surged to form countless invisible spears and attacked Roland!

Roland did not shy away, but bumped into the air that looked a little distorted from a distance.

The ice storm around him immediately fluctuated violently, after Roland rushed out about ten meters away. The high-pressure spears formed by those air condensed through Roland instantly!

The terrifying storm seemed to erupt inside Roland's body, and Roland's whole body exploded with a large cloud of blood.

However, Roland was not afraid—

"May all the glory go to the mentor!"

Roland roared, and the sound passed through the air condensed into countless spears until it reached An Ruosi's ears.

He didn't dodge in the slightest. Just holding his left hand to protect his heart, he moved forward with countless spear penetrations.

The ice storm around him was already dyed bright red. Even the wind pressure pushed several sharp ice flakes from the ice storm into Roland's body.

But none of these injuries were of any use.

In Roland's loud prayer, all the damage that soul had done to his body was repaired the instant it was done.

In just three seconds, Roland advanced to the side of the soul with the endless storm spear.

When she saw this, she was instantly vacant. Immediately folded his arms, he was about to dive into the ground.

At this moment, the sword with silver-gray holy flame pierced through her abdomen. nailed to the ground.

At this time, Roland had calmed down under the stimulation of the cold and pain.

But that spirit body died again in the face of the fear of death—her face began to twist, and it became like it was carved out of the same mold as Roland, and her voice became gentle and hoarse: "Alan, I am..."

But before she could finish her words, Roland punched her in the chest with a heavy punch, and her entire spiritual body trembled violently.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?"

The bloodshot in Roland's eyes was also restored by his prayer.

"Well, for the sake of this face, I'll give you a neat way to die."

He just stared calmly at the spirit body that was pinned to the ground and couldn't stop struggling to say something, his right hand firmly and slowly stroked that familiar but cold and cold, corpse-like cheek, an uncontrollable The tyranny began to churn in his heart again.

[Mr. Roland, the dead cannot be resurrected, please mourn and change]

【what? Are you playing games with Roman? But... well, nothing, please continue]

【Do not! I didn't want to poison you! I just put a point five. Fluorine. Li. Dot in your medicine! Do not! you calm down! 】

[Good morning, Roland, I am your new family doctor. predecessor? No... just forget him...]

[Daily question before the end: What happened on September 28? Can not remember? Ah, it's okay, it's not a big deal, you don't remember it]

A chaotic picture flashed in front of Roland's eyes, and some things that he could not remember clearly appeared in Roland's mind again.

He saw a lot of things that he had long since deliberately forgotten in the illusion created by the person who made the name.

Under the sudden stimulation, Roland even lost consciousness for a while.

But not on Earth. Even if his willpower attribute is lower than that of the same level, Roland's willpower is several times that of ordinary people.

He will no longer easily fall into madness that he cannot extricate himself from.

What's more, the cold and intimate thoughts of the long-sleeping mentor have been sticking to the gap in Roland's soul~www.wuxiaspot.com~ constantly harboring Roland's soul that was torn in two.

Roland groaned heavily, and the blue veins on his arm gradually calmed down.

If the commoner wizard was deprived of everything, Roland suffered even twice as much as he did.

What he lost was two whole worlds.

About three minutes later, Roland's silver-gray pupils finally calmed down completely.

Rational thinking floated up again, and Roland's hideous expression gradually subsided.

He looked at the head that was pressed tightly against the ground by his right hand and could not see his face, and showed an apologetic but gentle smile.

"Then, rest in peace."

As Roland prayed in a low voice, the silver-gray light spots condensed into feathers and fell gently, covering the struggling spirit body layer by layer.

Until the face under Roland's right palm completely lost its resistance. (To be continued.)