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Chapter 52 Scary Stuff
Handel had almost never seen such an expression on Mulan's face, and immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly put down the two cups of coffee. Mulan hurriedly walked to the door and glanced in the direction of the stairs, and then looked at the window of the road. , approached Handel and whispered.

"Your name is Brooke. Help Mr. Moore pack up the manuscripts and books. I will give you 5 minutes."

Handel just nodded slightly, without any unnecessary reaction, and immediately walked towards Moore, who was still a little confused. Mulan turned to look at Moore, and raised his voice to growl.

"Pack up your most important things in 5 minutes, I'm not kidding you, hurry up!"

Mulan's seriousness suddenly awakened Moore. Although the other party was a stranger, he seemed to trust him at the moment, so Moore quickly started to pack his things and found a rattan leather box from the next bedroom.

"You don't need to pack up your clothes, just organize your manuscripts and important items!"

Mulan also helped to organize together, mainly to put away the manuscripts on the table, and only Moore knew whether to bring other things.

5 minutes is very short, but Mulan didn't even want to wait for 5 minutes, and only 3 minutes passed. Seeing Moore starting to arrange pens and other items, he immediately decided to take him away.

Mulan first brought two sets of clothes from Moore's bedroom, stuffed them into a box, compacted the box and closed it, and then took Moore directly downstairs.

At the door of the first floor, Mulan gently pulled out the fangs from the cane, used the tip of the sword as a pen, and carved a line of hieroglyphics with a strange style in Moore's view on the door frame on the side of the room, and then Mulan took a deep breath. , gently opened the door.

It was a darkened street outside. Mulan took Moore and walked out, with Handel carrying a suitcase behind him, not forgetting to close the door.

"What did you draw on the door just now?"

Moore was very curious, and Mulan explained a few words as he walked.

"You can understand that I am preparing a blessing, and it is also a deceptive means."

"confuse?"

Moore subconsciously looked back at the direction of the residence, so what can confuse a few figures?
But Mulan obviously didn't have time to explain and didn't want to explain too much about this to Moore. He dragged Moore as he walked while looking behind him.

They turned into an alley and stopped before entering a new street.

Mulan looked past Moore and looked at Handel, who was carrying a box with a wary expression on his face.

"Brooke."

"Here, my lord!"

"I'm going to use some special means on you now, so you can briefly feel some information about the world, but it will also bring you some danger, and it will be cumbersome to eliminate the influence afterwards, but I need yours now. strength."

Handel was a little nervous and a little excited, but he didn't have much fear, or he didn't realize the danger Mulan said.

"Just do it, my lord, I will obey your orders unconditionally!"

Mulan didn't talk nonsense, took out a small magic book directly from his pocket, tore off the title page with a six-pointed star symbol, crumpled it, and handed it to Handel.

"Eat it!"

Handel was stunned for a moment, then took the paper ball and stuffed it into his mouth without any doubt. After chewing for a while, but it wasn't easy to chew, he swallowed it hard. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or what. He felt a little sick.

"Stop the discomfort, concentrate, and you'll be fine in no time."

Sure enough, Handel's discomfort quickly dissipated, and nothing seemed to change.

"how do you feel?"

"I think it's a little colder, but nothing else has changed."

"It's alright. Be careful to avoid the direction you feel cold."

With that said, Mulan turned up the collar of Moore's coat, covering his whiskers and half of his face, lowered his hat a little bit, and pulled up Handel's collar as well.

"Go east and find a place with a denser population to settle Mr. Moore, Mr. Moore, don't contact those workers during this time, finish your book with peace of mind, and leave Digao after a month or two, Go somewhere out of the way, it's too dangerous for you here."

"What about you?" "Sir?"

Moore and Handel realized that Mullan seemed ready to go it alone.

Mulan smiled.

"As I said, left a deceptive thing, well, you go after I leave for a minute, Brooke, don't mess it up, Mr. Moore is a great man."

Handel stood up straight and punched his chest.

"Please don't worry, my lord, I will do my best."

Mulan nodded, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his hand and wrapped the hilt of the fangs, and then slowly pulled out the fangs again.

An evil and charming aura permeated from the sword, Moore didn't notice it, but at this moment Handel couldn't help but take a half step back.

Fang Fang's sword seemed to be filled with a black shadow, as if it was a struggling living thing, which also made the shape of the sword body very different from the past under the shadow. In this case, it zoomed in in the shadows, like some kind of facial features, and opened a weird mouth.

Weird, weird!
This is the feeling that Mulan's back gives Handel at the moment. This is because he only sees the back, and on the front of Mulan's face, his eyes have been slightly narrowed, but his mouth is grinning like a crescent moon, which looks a little evil. crazy.

With the help of his fangs and his powerful resonance ability, Mulan seemed to be transformed into a very strange being. The next moment, his footsteps moved, and the whole person slid out of the street with an extremely agile attitude, and he had walked out a few steps. Great cut.

"Why is he so fast?"

"Ah."

Handel had no intention of discussing with Moore. After Mulan left, he took out his pocket watch, waited quietly for 1 minute, and pulled Moore to leave when the last second passed.

After entering this somewhat crazy resonance state, Mulan felt surprisingly good, and the calmness of consciousness and thinking did not change, but the expression of emotions and some judgments became more unrestrained and exaggerated.

Strictly speaking, it is also a pseudo-path, but it is not without a source of power, because with the assistance of the sword and Mulan's own resonance imagination, to a certain extent, it is approximately equal to a vague world of formation, which can stimulate the power in chaos, and also That is, the resonance between the chaos of thinking and the chaos of void.

Some are similar to special dreams. What I think can be realized. What I believe in is power. The most basic underlying logic of forming the world is similar to this, but the degree of realization is very different.

Therefore, Mulan at the moment has power, not purely the power of the body, but because the sword is an important carrier, the embodiment of the sword is particularly exaggerated, forming an intercommunication with Mulan.

Mulan's speed is very fast. He is clearly walking on the street, but he feels like he is skating. The expression on his face is also very excited. The muscle contraction and relaxation are very exaggerated. No one would associate Mulan's face at the moment with that Mulan Jonest, because the appearance and the aura of the soul were completely different.

"Are you here, are you here? Hehehehe, hurry up and follow, kitty!"

A hoarse whisper came out of Mulan's mouth, which actually vibrated the surroundings in a way of resonance, like a stone thrown into a pond, and waves of ripples spread around.

In the small building where Moore lived, a shadow sticking to the door suddenly trembled slightly, then infiltrated the door and turned into a black cat that quickly jumped along the walls of the surrounding buildings.

Mulan was like deliberately circling somewhere in the city, waiting for that feeling. Suddenly, he raised his head and saw a black cat standing on an eaves, with an exaggerated smile at the corner of his mouth.

At the same moment, Mulan's figure faded in place like a ghost, and in an instant, he was above the eaves, and the black sword in his hand was drawn forward, as if drawing a strange arc with a wide-open mouth.

"Meow-"

In a dimly lit interrogation room in another district of Digao, more than a dozen workers were dying. A man beside them shivered suddenly, with a horrified expression on his face.

"No, that Moore was used. An extremely evil existence stood behind him, and my spirit was eaten by it!"

"What is it? Can you feel where it came from?"

The man's face was not very good-looking, and he shook his head slightly.

"Evil, weird, crazy, excited, he seems to be expecting me to go over, and he must inform Her Majesty the Queen and Castle Black that something terrible has come to Digao City!"

(End of this chapter)