Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 10 Sorry!I put it on!
"This is……"

Mark's eyes widened. He felt that his whole body was stiff and unable to move. The tendons of his limbs seemed to be frozen, so hard that he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and he stuttered.

Not only because of fear, but also because it was the first time in his life that he encountered a direct attack on the soul level.

Under the extremely fast thinking of human beings, when thinking and action are separated, the time in the state of the spirit body seems to be normal, and the time in the outside world seems to press the [slow down] button.

What was displayed in front of him was a quaint cabinet.

From a distance, it looks like an ordinary wooden cabinet.

Taking a closer look, one immediately found two big eyes reliefs on the cabinet door, one gold and one black.

Those are [Eye of Light] and [Eye of Night]!
Mark's soul seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt, and a heart palpitation that was so strong that it could not be suppressed gushed out from the depths of his soul.

'He' recognizes this cabinet!

The memory is too long, it was when Marc Destiny was still in his hometown...

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Violent knocking sounds came from the door of the wooden cabinet.Accompanied by the knocking, there was also a small drizzling sound, which sounded like a nest of poisonous snakes spitting out their letters gently.

Just a few sounds made Mark's hair stand on end, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his heart was beating wildly.

After the initial panic, Mark was relieved.

This is not his memory, but the memory of that dead Mark!

In the fragment of the broken memory, the dead ghost screamed, holding his head in his hands, curled up in the corner of the closed room with the doors and windows closed, and shouted.

"I finally understand why there is no big wardrobe in the original owner's room. But what does this have to do with me named Mark?" After a sneer in his heart, a certain traveler quickly calmed down.He silently rolled 20 dice, imagining that his action was 'after being frightened, he turned around and ran away'.

The 20-sided dice rolled and turned several times in my mind, and finally stopped at the number [1].

Mark's mouth made a "click" sound.

Sure enough, can only open the door?
He rolled the dice again, and this time, he was not disappointed, the number displayed was surprisingly full [20]!
With the next breath, his body regained its freedom, no longer the state of being bound.

He stretched out his hands and pulled them away from the air.

A pair of big blue energy hands exactly like his palms appeared out of thin air, pulled the doorknob, and opened the cabinet door.

Three rotting beings swooped out...

If Mark was right in front of the cabinet door, he would be caught in everything he said, but at this time he was five meters away from the cabinet door.

The three zombies jumped into loneliness.

At the same moment the muzzle of the revolver flared.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots and three headshots!
In reality, Mark may be bound by the physical condition of his deity, but in the vision of the soul, it is another matter. How high the imagination is, the action is as fast as he is when he is playing a shooting game.

The fact that Mark settled the three zombies so neatly seems to have confused the attackers.

It's a pity that this is the end.

More psychedelic clouds and mist gushed out from his feet, the mist quickly turned black, and then formed eight sharp claws to firmly grasp his body.

The black mist churned and rolled, and one face after another appeared, and then annihilated again, and the cycle started again and again.

Mark's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized Dorothy and other women among those smoky faces.The more his body struggled, the stronger the force in the smoke, and within a short while, most of his body was dragged into the mound-like smoke, leaving only the parts above his neck exposed.

As if confirming that Mark was completely restrained, finally, a figure he was quite familiar with appeared in front of him.

"Galian...Captain!?" Mark's eyes widened.

"Surprised? Surprised?" The translucent Galian in front of him seemed to be in the state of a spirit body.The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, the small expression of the muscles on his face twitching slightly, and the look of excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes cannot be concealed from anyone.

Such a handsome sunny guy, he suddenly became a villain with big and small eyes, with four words written on his face:
The treachery succeeded!
Mark was speechless: Please, Mr. Captain!I asked you to protect me and catch the murderer by the way, not to be the murderer!

Mark finally knew why the dice would give the number [12] after he made the decision to be the bait that day.This is simply implying him-the beginning and the end are good, but the process is unreliable.

"why are you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Galian's face was full of victorious smiles: "Let me introduce, these three are your companions..."

Mark immediately realized that these three zombies were Burns, DuPont and the others: "You..."

Galian covered his face with one hand, his bloodshot eyeballs were exposed between his separated index and middle fingers, and let out a burst of morbid laughter: "Huhu! Hehe! Haha! Wahahahahaha!"

"..."

Galian laughed wildly and recklessly, the clear hatred that seemed to be avenged, poured out of the laughter without reservation.

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed for a full 2 ​​minutes without stopping.

After finally waiting for Galian to stop, Mark finally couldn't help asking: "I, I didn't do anything to offend you, did I? Before that night, I didn't know you at all."

"No, no, no, no! You offended me! You offended me!" Galian shook his left index finger vigorously, raised his chin high, and looked down from an angle full of hatred and disdain: "Your Zhang's handsome face is the original sin—"

Immediately afterwards, Galian, with his veins exposed and waving his arms angrily, let out a continuous roar like a machine gun!

"Why are you more handsome than me?"

"Why should Sunshine Boy be cast aside?"

"Why can you easily win the favor of a noble lady with a little boy like you?"

"Why do these trash have a better future than me just because they were born in a better family?"

"Why do I risk losing control of my strength at the bottom and work hard for ten years, but in this life I can only be the captain of the Night Watch?"

"Why? Why—"

The hoarse, sharp and ear-piercing, [-] decibel morbid roar reverberated throughout the soul space, shaking Mark's heart.

After a long time, Mark squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "If you work hard..."

"Fart! On the 30 square miles of land in the San Laiden region, there are only 18 surnames in the upper echelon of the Church of Light and Night! Even if you are a waste of a collateral family! Your surname is still noble [Destiny] !"

This time, Mark was really stunned. He never expected that the class solidification in the church would reach such an outrageous level.

After 20 seconds, he sighed faintly: "Is this [jealousy]? But, even if you kill me, it's useless."

"No, it's useful! It's very useful!" Galian's eyelids twitched wildly: "You are not a core member of the Church of [Envy], of course you don't know... the ultimate extraordinary person in the camp of [Kindness], as long as they have achieved The conditions for the perfect promotion ceremony are to be able to transfer your own Transcendent Sequence, which will perfectly integrate your soul into the target's soul, successfully replace the target's identity, and inherit his wealth, status, strength, and... woman."

"How is this possible?" Mark's eyes widened in disbelief again.

"Of course a high-level transcendent can't. As long as the target's soul strength is low enough, once the job is successfully transferred, even the Cardinal of the Light God Sect will not be able to find the flaw. Hahahahaha!"

Mark's eyes wandered.

It's an exaggeration to think about it, no wonder the cultists have been suppressed for so many centuries.It turns out that it has already infiltrated into the orthodox church to play Infernal Affairs!

Sure enough, the 'weirdness' of this world far exceeded his imagination!

Galian came up and patted Mark's face with his hands recklessly: "If I had known your soul strength was so low, I would have invaded it directly. There is no need to go through such troubles and play horror stories with your woman. But don't worry, I will devour your memory, and then take good care of those women who admire you."

Mark's stare of disbelief gave Gallian a sense of accomplishment.

"Hahahaha! This is your last scene, why? Don't you scream? Don't you cry? Don't try to beg me? Maybe I will show kindness and allow you to keep such a small soul flame, continue stay in this world."

Gallian was laughing wildly.

Smiling and laughing, he couldn't move.

Because Mark laughed too, a big smile.

This made Galian very upset: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think of some happy things."

Galian's expression changed, he looked like a ghost, and shouted: "Weak people are not qualified to enjoy happiness and happiness!"

"That's right, I'm weak! I'm so weak that you, the superhuman captain, can't even look down on me. However, it is precisely because I am weak that I must let everyone The hidden probabilities are all playing a role!"

This time it was Galian's turn to look unbelievable in his eyes, and he said sharply, "You're talking to me!?"

"No! I'm actually...really scared." Mark used his vibrato, but in the next second, the smile that looked like melting snow in spring was quite eye-catching: "I'm sorry! I pretended!"

Galian only felt that the violent sense of crisis almost burst his heart. Just when he was about to do something to Mark, clear and eerie music box music suddenly sounded behind Galian.

"Ding ding... dang dang..."

Obviously it was also a spirit body, but Galian's neck was slowly turning around like a mechanical gear that was almost rusted.

Finally, a broken and petite puppet in a white ballet costume broke into his field of vision.

"Do you like to dance?"

Mechanical sound, monotonous and ethereal.

A chill filled every corner of Galian's soul.

(End of this chapter)