Quenched long order

Chapter 192

"If seeing is believing...then, indeed..." Kraut's voice was low, and even though he was standing under the beam, there seemed to be a shadow cast around him.

The strong wind beat against the closed windows, and occasionally, a scream blew in through the small holes that were inaudible.

Sauer has never experienced the horror of Sandman, but what Kraut said reminded him of the situation in the staircase space. At that time, he also said similar words to Jason.

In this world full of treachery, it seems there is no guarantee that seeing is believing.

However, perhaps it was his experience on Stewart Island or the hardships along the way that allowed him to quickly adjust his mood that was affected by the environment and atmosphere.

The most important thing now is to let Kraut focus on the present.

"If the Sandman has indeed been influencing your wife, is it possible that the desire to go back to five years ago was also caused by the influence of the Sandman?" Sauer changed the subject. If Kraut is allowed to continue along the way, Pondering this thought may result in constant self-doubt.

Even if the two of them are temporarily safe now, they are in the spiritual world of the leader of the Black Domain Religion after all. The leader's own ability alone does not deserve such caution. However, once the mysterious ability of the King of the Black Domain and the ability to transcend time and space is added to it, Everything is completely different.

"What do you mean..." Kraut slowly raised his head, and the muscles in his hands holding the photo frame tightened.

"We should go upstairs." Sauer said in a calm tone. After speaking, he turned to look at the stairs that were impenetrable to air perception.

The entrance to the stairs is like a black hole, and even the approaching light beams seem to become distorted, mysterious and full of danger.

At this time, the house began to shake, there was an explosion in the sky, and heavy rain poured down. The rain hit the windows and splashed water.

Sauer glanced at it and seemed to see a gloomy face outside the window, like a Sandman or the leader of the Black Domain Order.

He blinked and looked carefully, but all he saw was rain sliding down the window.

Kraut closed his eyes and felt the pale puppet. After two seconds, he opened his eyes and said, "She is resisting."

The two went to the second floor.

The second floor.

The crunching sound of landing feet echoed continuously, like a string on the verge of breaking.

Kraut pushed the lightly closed door open. Inside the door, unknown black smoke surrounded the surroundings. In the center, a candlelight flickered on a square table. Beside the table, a tired figure was sleeping soundly on the table, sleeping sideways. Graceful, like a gentle stream.

The leader of the Black Domain Order.

Sauer immediately identified this person's identity, but in this spiritual world, he didn't know what identity he existed in.

Perhaps sensing the presence of the two of them, the black smoke in front of the door naturally dispersed.

Kraut turned to look at Sauer, pointing his index finger at the ground, "You stay here for now, I'll go in and take a look." His voice was very soft.

Saul nodded.

Afterwards, Kraut walked into the house alone, but the door was not closed. Sauer stood outside the door and could still see the scene in the room clearly.

Kraut's footsteps were almost inaudible, but they still woke up the sleeping woman, who was also his wife.

"Claude?" The woman named Kesha woke up leisurely. After turning her head and catching a glimpse of Kraut, the vigilance in her eyes dropped, "Have you found Naven?"

As she spoke, she sighed, looked away, and looked at the candlelight on the square table.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have brought him here. No matter what, Ximu Port is much safer..." At this point, she crossed her hands in front of her and arched her body, exuding a sense of weakness.

Kraut stood behind his wife, slowly stretched out his hands, and hugged his wife from behind. Then, in his hands, several white filaments appeared, connected and entangled with each other, forming a flexible rope.

"It's all my fault." His wife raised her right hand slightly and put it on Kraut's wrist.

Kraut was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

"Claude..." The wife's eyes were dazed, "...if, I mean if, if I turned into a monster to save Naven, would you forgive me?"

Even though it was whispered softly, Sauer, whose hearing had been strengthened through the majestic improvement, could still hear most of it clearly. At the same time, with the light of the candle, he could also clearly see Kraut's slightly shaking arms.

At this moment, the past was like a pot of hot lava, pouring down on Kraut.

Sauer did not move. If possible, he would even want to close the door and let Kraut make his own choice, but he could not. This matter not only involves the Kraut family, but also according to Bury, as well as Martha. The red star leap obtained in the astrology will most likely affect the entire Ximu Port.

Kraut took a deep breath, the sound was very obvious, like the sound of a machine pumping air. Then, he made a decision, grabbed the tangled threads with both hands, and pulled back.

This is a murder.

According to Kraut's previous statement, killing the master of the spiritual world here will make him fall into coma.

The smooth neck was tightened by the string, and the struggling hands grasped the string with force. The middle of the string gradually softened, and some of it was disconnected from the middle. If it continued to be maintained, the string would soon break.

Kraut did not hold on to the string anymore, but twisted his wife's head with both hands, "I'm sorry."

As he finished speaking, he twisted his hands hard and broke the neck of the person in front of him.

Once you decide to take action, you can't stop.

"Is this enough?" Shaoer frowned. He always felt that things were not that simple.

"If the spiritual world loses support, we can leave soon." Kraut gently put down the person in his hand.

"Wait, your hands." Sauer looked at Kraut's arms and was surprised to find that at some point, Kraut's hands were disconnected from the middle.

He thought about the leader's Temperator ability, which can divide objects.Kraut shook his head. The broken parts of his hands were connected by many small white silk threads.

tick... tick...

Time passes slowly, but the spiritual world does not collapse.

There was silence all around, and danger seemed to be gathering in the corner.

Kraut turned around and looked at Sauer. Suddenly, his eyes widened with surprise, and his gaze fell behind Sauer.

Saul felt the cold breath coming from his back. He turned his head suddenly and saw a pair of copper bell-like eyes. His expression at the moment was reflected in the dark eyes. His shocked face was full of fear. He subconsciously Back away.

It has a hard beak, black-gray skin, vertical and horizontal wrinkles, and slightly spread bat wings on its back.

The monster in front of him is the Sandman that was pieced together on the back of the drawing paper just now. But now, the Sandman appears in front of him without any trace. He doesn't even notice the air, as if he appears out of thin air.

At this time, the Sandman spoke, and a gurgling sound came from it.

Sauer took a deep breath, trying to block out these sounds, but he felt that something was strange. These sounds seemed very familiar, but he just needed to calm down and listen.

goo goo goo...

goo goo goo...

The heartbeat gradually became clearer, as if it had become the only rhythm in the quiet night.

The grunts also became more specific and arresting.

goo goo goo...

Sauer wake up...

The clear words were like ringing, making Sauer open his eyes wide.

He suddenly realized that he was still standing on the first floor, and the lines in the pieced-together painting in his eyes were still simple and sharp, but at this moment, it seemed to have a different kind of magic.

"You were in a daze for a long time just now." Kraut looked confused.

"I..." Sauer looked at Kraut and was about to explain, but his eyes fell on the shadow of the beam unknowingly. A pair of bat wings were unfolding on Kraut's shadow.

Was everything just now a dream, or is this now a dream?

This question came to Sauer's mind.

Everything around him seems to have become false, the shadows outside the window, the shadows of his companions, and even the stains on the walls, everything seems to be the suggestion of the Sandman.

If the will is compared to steel, then the boundless jump between reality and dreams is like constantly bending a steel pipe. You only need to wait for a suitable opportunity to defeat the will.

Sauer began to retreat. The situation in front of him was more serious than he thought.

Suddenly, he stopped in place, motionless, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of white filaments on his arms. This was Kraut's ability.

When he looked back, he found that he was standing by the window, and outside the window, it was pitch black, like a dead place.

He turned around and saw the candlelight on the square table, Kraut leaning against the wall with his limbs hanging like a puppet, and the leader of the Black Domain Order lying on the ground, as well as the squirming flesh and blood.

The encounter in the staircase space instantly came to mind. The flesh and blood standing at the top, dancing wildly, actually appeared in the spiritual world of the leader of the Black Domain Religion at this moment.

Sauer frowned slightly, thinking of something bad.

"Fortunately, you're awake. It was probably the power of the Sandman that remained in her spirit just now. We'll talk about it later. Things are more important now." Kraut gasped while retracting the thread, "Quickly, kill... no, destroy her. , she is not a human being at all...or should be said a long time ago..."

The leader who was lying on the ground slowly stood up, but his knees and waist did not bend at all, but stood up like a twisting noodle.

The position of the head, chest and limbs became like ocean waves, sometimes convex and sometimes concave, as if the body had its own consciousness and was no longer controlled by the brain.

On the arm, a flaming red lip appeared, and the cold words contained within it appeared.

"Why are you so surprised... Kraut..."

The leader's words were filled with confusion.

"Isn't this what you once taught me? A complex magic circle. If you want to understand it, you need to split it up and verify whether the function of each part is effective. The same is true for plans. Split a complex plan into small pieces. plan, and then verify step by step whether it can be executed..."

The muscles in her chest turned out, and the deformed internal organs crawled along the turned-out body toward the head, as if they wanted to take control of the body.

"You..." Sauer stretched out his right hand, trembling slightly, which reminded him of the moment when the whole world was about to collapse when he was forced to enter the space sense mode, "... did an experiment on yourself?"

The experimental product in the staircase space is just a small step in the plan.

The air cannon began to charge up, but did not fire.

Now... is it in a dream affected by the Sandman's power, or is it the real reality? Is it possible that the monster in front of me... is Kraut?

His eyes hesitated slightly.

"Do it, Sauer!" Kraut said firmly, "Then...run away."

(End of this chapter)