Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1555: Dream is broken in Qiming (34)
Chapter 1555 The dream is broken in Qiming (thirty-four)
Bediver seemed to see the old man from the shadows, but what made the werewolf youth quite anxious was that the old man had his face covered, his head wrapped in a cloth, and he always hid most of his body in the shadows It was an impossible task to see that person's face clearly.
"Nate (Rat), have you got everything?" the old man spoke. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Bedivere was even more disappointed. Probably because the old man covered his face with a cloth, or perhaps because the old man deliberately lowered his voice, Bedivere couldn't tell the old man's original voice at all. Since it is impossible to distinguish, it is difficult to draw the conclusion that this person is Sword Saint Yake.
"I got it." The thin child took out the food from the bag and handed it to his "grandfather".
Then the old man stretched out his hand to pick it up and checked the food one by one, but he never came out of the shadows, and his arms were still wrapped in thick clothes, and even his palms were wearing tattered gloves. It is impossible to judge the true identity of the old man from the old man's arm.
------It's really watertight.
However, it is precisely because the old man has done everything so impeccably, and is so cautious, that Bedivere is even more suspicious that he is the Sword Saint Jacques. However, it is too early to draw conclusions now. Bedivere thought so in his heart, and got a little closer, arguing that he was now controlling a spirit body that no one could see, trying to quietly observe the old man's every move.
"Eat." After the old man packed up the food, he immediately handed an apple to the emaciated teenager. The child happily held the apple and started to jump around, looking innocent, wow, not like a resident living in this hellish world at all. He sat down on the rusted iron pipe of the sewer, nibbling leisurely on the slightly bruised apple that was no longer fresh, and said, "One day, I will take my grandfather from this place. Going out to a ghost place. At that time, I had to make a lot of money, eat all meals, and buy a big house for you to live in. The servants must clean the house, and there must be no cockroaches and mice. ."
"...Let's talk about it when you grow up." The old man said, as if he was sitting in the shadows eating bread. From the shadows he handed out a small half-loaf of French bread to the boy.
"So that's it," the skinny child picked up the bread and ate it, not caring how bluntly the bread interfered: "Grandpa, teach me more combat skills. People are going to become stronger."
"Not now, Nate, not now," the old man repeated.
"Why! Nate has already mastered the last combat skill, and today's game is also perfect, and his arm is no longer injured!"
"Humph," the old man in the shadow sneered: "You're just lucky."
"I'm not lucky!"
"Say you are you." There were not many emotional ups and downs in the old man's words, or because he was still chewing food with his face covered, Bedivere couldn't hear at all, "Look at your wind. A small arm that will be broken when you blow it? Do you want to learn more powerful combat skills with this physique? Impossible. Make your body stronger first. Otherwise, once you use the combat skills indiscriminately, your body will not be able to withstand the reaction of the combat skills. Torn apart and died."
Even Bedivere understands this. But------
When did Juggernaut become so concerned about his pawns? Shouldn't the teenager be just a tool for Yake to make a living? So is this old man the Sword Saint Yake? Looking at it like this, Bedivere felt confused.
Just when the werewolf youth was puzzled, the old man who was hiding in the shadow of the large drain suddenly stood up: "By the way, Nate, you really came back with a strange ghost today. What?"
"Uh, what are you talking about, Grandpa?" The thin boy almost finished eating the bread in his hand, and then asked blankly.
"At first I thought it was just a passing ghost, but this thing actually stayed there and didn't leave. Is this deliberately following you?" the old man continued.
"So what the **** are you talking about, Grandpa, I don't understand at all. Ghost? Is it something like a ghost?"
It was only then that Bedivere realized that the old man was talking about him, and his heart froze!
But how is that possible? ! Can the old man see the spirit body controlled by Bedivere?
No. It is certainly possible. Bedivere felt a chill in his heart. If someone has practiced [True Vision] to the extreme, then this person can easily see the world of photons. The spiritual body currently controlled by Bedivere is nothing but a group of photons, and it is of course possible to make it appear under the True Sight technique!
The old man began to emerge from the shadows, approaching Bedivere.
Even so, the old man still had his face covered and his head covered, with almost no skin showing on his body, and he was hiding his identity so well.
Nevertheless, Bedivere knew that the old man must be a powerful man. It is impossible for normal people to use such advanced combat skills as True Sight, and this old man actually used it at a time when it was absolutely impossible to use True Sight. With this, he discovered the spiritual body controlled by Bedivere. This old man is either extremely alert or extremely suspicious, no matter which one he is, he is definitely not easy to deal with!
Bedevier begins to panic a little. Is it a retreat? No, in this way, will the old man see through it and know that the spirit body controlled by Bedivere is here for investigation? But don't retreat? Just standing still, pretending to be a passing spirit body, can it be justified?
Anyway, it's time to step back and slowly move away.
Bedivere controls the Holy Spirit to slowly drift backwards, trying to get away from the old man.
However, the old man said: "Oh, he actually retreated. This guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary ghost, he can think for himself."
Bediver was secretly complaining, but he didn't expect that this would make the old man even more suspicious.
The old man drew a knife from his waist and pulled out a short knife about a foot long. A strange purple-red light began to appear on the originally black and shiny blade.
It was originally an ordinary dagger, although sharply polished, it was nothing special. This purple-red light that suddenly appeared must be some kind of enchantment, and it must be an enchantment cast by the person holding the weapon. Even if Bedivere couldn't understand the origin of this fuchsia enchantment, he knew the truth.
Also, his intuition told him that if he was hit by that short knife, it would definitely be bad, even though Bedivere was now controlling an immortal Holy Spirit.
The old man approached step by step, ready to swing the dagger in his hand that glowed with purple light, to tear apart the spiritual body controlled by Bedivere.
That's too bad. Must find a way to get out of here immediately.
He must get out of here immediately, but in a way that doesn't make the old man suspicious.
Otherwise, even if Bediveville and the others send someone to search the "decomposed swamp district" in the underground waterway, the old man may have already fled with the child. The next time I try to find him, the difficulty is estimated to increase exponentially.
The situation couldn't be more critical. Bedivere had to find an excuse to get away right away, and that excuse had to look natural enough to keep the old man from further suspicious.
But what exactly is this excuse?
Meow! ~
At this time, Bedivere heard the cry of a small animal behind him. Bedivere turned his head to look, it was a small black cat. The small milk cat, who looks dry and thin, has experienced the cruelty of this world, but is still full of curiosity about this world.
Yes, this is the sewers, a haunted place with a lot of rats. The homeless who live here are also often bothered by the harassment of rats. So the homeless always keep some cats to keep out the mice. It is not surprising that cats appear in such places.
So, he was saved. The werewolf youth was secretly happy.
The spirit body controlled by Bedivere immediately made exaggerated movements, and began to evade in the opposite direction of the cat in panic. He took a step back, then jumped, then soared upwards. Before the old man could react, the spirit body controlled by Bedivere had already passed through the wall, hit the ceiling of the sewer, and flew away at high speed.
"Is the cat...?" The old man blinked
"Uh, grandpa?" The child came over to play with the cat, and at the same time asked blankly: "Are you all right? I've been talking nonsense since just now------"
"It's okay, it's okay." The old man waved his hand and dismissed the alarm: "Am I just thinking too much?"
In Egypt ~IndoMTL.com~ cats are revered as messengers from the underworld, driving away ghosts. The same is very likely to apply here in South Africa, at least according to Bedivere. Anyway, he's done all the plays he can, I just hope that the mysterious old man will sell his account, so don't continue to be suspicious. As superstitious as it sounds, older people are always a little bit superstitious, aren't they?
Soon, Bedivere's spirit body passed through the heavy ground, flew into the high air of the city, and almost slammed into the inner wall of the enchantment.
He wasn't used to controlling the flight of his spiritual body, so he felt that he was flying too fast. He didn't expect to return to the ground so suddenly, and he didn't even have time to see the scenery between the various bottom layers that he passed through.
He was a little regretful at first, complaining that he didn't take a good look at the neighborhood during his escape. However, he found that it didn't make much sense to do so. After all, knowing which neighborhood was nearby wouldn't help in the search for Jake Saint Yake. , in order to reach the hidden "humus block" underground.
In this case, all I can do is remember the general orientation. Bediveville took a bird's eye view, memorizing the view of the entire city at this height. Then he was afraid that he would forget it soon and did not dare to stay for a long time, so he flew out from the barrier gap in the city and returned along the way.