Blood of Mercury

Hot and humid air filled Joseph's side.

The skin was surrounded by hot gas, like in a sauna, sweat dripped down, and the back was completely soaked. Even the eyeballs became slightly hot, and the vision was wrapped in steam and became blurred. It's like putting your face on top of boiling water.

After entering the city of wealth, Joseph really realized that the city had really been destroyed.

The diluted flaming light is still heating up after a month. Although this heat has long been unable to ignite anything, it is still hotter than ordinary boiling water.

Joseph did not wading forward. He wiped his own weight with a secret method, forming a film on the golden water, slightly sagging under the weight that supported him, like a water strider jumping on the water in summer.

If he accidentally fell in, Joseph had no doubt that his feet and calves would be scalded. But he has such confidence that he can walk on any water without relying on any props.

Walking on water is a skill of every senior stalker. Even if Joseph has abandoned his former beliefs, his more than fifty years in the Knicks church were not in vain. That ability has long been turned into an instinct, and it is impossible to forget it.

Like every nostalgic old man, Joseph inexplicably remembered the last time he saw Kakarit. It was not too long before the first meeting with Roland, whose alias was "Orlando".

At the time, Kakarit suffered severe burns to the back of his neck. His neck was cracked and blood was dripping. There were two gray-black marks with blood scabs near the wound, and the vicinity was full of blisters, and even pus had begun to flow.

The wound was like being scalded with a soldering iron and then sprinkled with salt—or maybe being put on a roasted red iron collar.

At that time, the nails of Kakarit's ten fingers were violently pulled out with pliers, the phalanges of **** were also roughly crushed, and three fingers were pierced by iron nails full of rust. , Seeing that it is impossible to live.

If it weren't for Roland, I'm afraid he really wouldn't have survived.

Joseph sighed deeply.

From this perspective, now Kakarit has become Roland's loyal dog. Joseph was not incomprehensible. But understanding and recognition are two different things.

Maybe the two people used to have a good relationship, but now that they have embarked on different paths, the two are no longer the same.

...Speaking of which, he and Kakarite were still good friends at that time.

Joseph's footsteps gradually slowed down. The corners of the mouth, which was always flat, were slightly raised in an inconspicuous arc.

At that time, I was sixty-seven years old, and Joseph was less than forty years old. In his eyes, he was just a child.

Joseph remembered that Kakarit had a seven-year-old daughter. He was cute—he showed Joseph and the others a picture of the kid.

But now...

"He hasn't been home for three years..."

Joseph muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"It's really outrageous. They are all fathers, and they act so impulsive..."

As if he was still the old man in the past, Joseph, who has become young now, scolded the person who was not in front of him at the moment with a stern voice.

But before he finished speaking, Joseph's words were inexplicably choked.

A terrifying fact that made him reluctant to ponder now came to Joseph's mind.

... If I hadn't met Roland at the time, what would I have done now?

Joseph couldn't help but imagine.

If I hadn't met Roland, then I wouldn't have given my faith to the long-sleeping mentor, and I'd still be a Knicks believer.

If he hadn't died in Roland's burning of the City of Wealth, then he should have followed the large army to the White Tower and become one of the plunderers - and then died at the hands of Elucado.

After dealing with Elucado. Joseph deeply understood how terrifying that seemingly harmless and elegant girl was.

If you say that she is a "wicked person", then she is a real "monster".

Joseph was not at all afraid of Roland, but it was different for Elucado.

Just looking at her gave Joseph a chill. Just like the shadows will be swallowed by the night, the darkness has no power to fight back in the face of the greater darkness.

As long as she was there, Joseph would not dare to betray Roland in an open and honest way.

Joseph suddenly felt that his spirit seemed to become younger along with his body.

If it was a year ago, I hadn't seen Roland, and I didn't have so many thoughts when I hadn't become young. Joseph old then lived in a dark, dull and contented world. The world is changing so much. It doesn't have much to do with him. He won't live for long anyway. His only wish is to nurture Roland into the kind of person he dreams of.

However, after getting younger. Joseph betrayed the ideas of his aging self.

Although his behavior still had the shadow of the past tense, as his body became younger, Joseph's desires also increased significantly. His behavior became radicalized, his thinking became unrealistic, and he began to clamor for his "dream."

When exactly did it start to change?

For a moment, Joseph lost his mind.

He stood quietly in the very center of the city. Looking at the world that has become as golden as dusk under the morning light, I began to reflect on my actions.

After all, I am...

But before he could start to think, he felt that something seemed to vibrate violently under his feet, and strong ripples appeared on the golden water.

A violent sense of crisis swept through Joseph's body. His preeminent perception was desperately warning him.

A feeling of being targeted by a ferocious predator made Joseph feel as if the sweat on his back was getting cold. The hairs on his whole body tensed for a moment, and the sweat clogged made Joseph feel uncomfortable.

--what exactly is it! ?

The next moment, almost instinctively, Joseph jumped behind him, just avoiding the attack from below.

Pure white vines with golden streaks—if vines as thick as a bucket could still be called vines—raised up from under Joseph’s feet, tearing the air and the water together, and the golden, hot water made an extremely loud pop. , set off a huge wave like a fountain.

Joseph only had time to cover his eyes with his hands, and then he was splashed with hot golden boiling water.

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in a manic neigh, a giant oak rose from the water. Known as the "Tree of Suffering?" The Druid, who always had a gentle face, waved his vines almost furiously, and slapped everything around him frantically.

Joseph looked bewildered.

...I don't seem to have attacked him, did I? How did I mess with him?

"Wait, Mr. Arkham..."

As soon as Joseph's words were spoken, those scarlet eyes stared at him fiercely, as if confirming the murderer, and several vines beat him mercilessly from all directions.

For a while, Joseph's heart also burst into a bit of anger.

I didn't provoke you, and the good ones will take people's lives...

"Unreasonable wild dog...?"

Joseph's words also became cold.

In his eyes, the silver-gray holy fire gradually ignited. (To be continued.)