White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 208 What are you going to do to compensate me?
The bloody smell gradually mixed with the smell of rotting corpses. They were all stunned and stopped, and no one took another step forward.

Probably everyone has guessed how miserable it is in the ice cellar.

Aaron frowned and asked Sal, who was showing them the way, doubtfully: "Is the smell of blood here usually so strong?"

The answer is very obvious.

Sal shook his head as expected.

It was originally an ice cellar. Even if there were corpses, they would have been frozen into ice sculptures. How could there still be such a fresh smell of blood and the rolling smell of decay?

Even though they are still puzzled in every way, right now, they can only go forward step by step to find out.

Sal and Aaron seemed to have reached a certain consensus, that is, to protect the weakest little Ai Luo along the way.

The corridor leading to the ice cellar gradually narrowed, and only one person could pass. Sal led the way, and Aaron followed at the back of the team, sandwiching little Ai Luo in the middle of the team.

After walking for who knows how long, Sal stopped and squatted down again. It seemed that he had reached the end of the corridor. The ice cellar was directly below the corridor, and they needed to jump down here.

Sal glanced at little Ai Luo behind him with some worry.

Although the height is not very high, Arlo is wearing glass slippers and a dress, so she has some difficulty in moving.

"Do you want me to help you?" Sal stretched out a hand towards Erlo, as if he wanted to take her and fly down smoothly.

Aurora clings to the cold wall with her little hands, a little at a loss.

At the moment of the stalemate, Aaron had already pulled Ai Luo back and hugged him into his arms. He smiled slightly at Sal and said, "I won't bother you to worry about my woman's affairs."

Wait, his what? ?

his woman?

Sal curled his lips and turned away very wisely.

Ai Luo's cheeks were covered in two clusters of crimson.

Aaron's name for her really became more and more deadly.

Thrall spread his wings and began to glide towards the end of the corridor, and soon landed on the ground.

Aaron's big hand wrapped around the bend of Aurora's legs, hugged Aurora's petite body horizontally, and followed quickly.

It was even bone-chillingly cold in the ice cellar, and ice crystals formed on Ai Luo's eyebrows.

Aaron was afraid that she would be cold, so he held Ailuo's hands in his arms and rubbed them carefully.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and Sal no longer had the intention to tease Aaron and Ai Luo, and stepped forward with a frown on his face.

Walking along the blood trail that was winding like a stream, what Sal saw was Cain's back! !
Cain was kneeling in the center of the bloodstain, his long silver-gray hair hanging down to the ground, like pieces of seaweed spreading.

Cain's body had a gloomy aura, and his black fingertips were stained with blood, as if he was concentrating on drawing a spell on the ground.

Cain's collar was half open, and his robe was also stained with blood, making it even more coquettish.

Turning his head slightly, Cain revealed his beautiful profile, his delicate jawline was slightly raised, and his curled eyebrows were slightly narrowed, eliminating the natural coldness in Cain's eyes.

Cain's eyes were dim, as if he was looking in the direction of Sal, or he didn't see him at all. Cain was only focusing on the spells on the ground, and Cain couldn't see anything in his eyes. The slightest emotion, like a puppet doll that has lost its soul.

Until Thrall unconsciously took a few steps forward and stepped on the corner of the spell drawn with blood.

Cain, who had been expressionless just now, seemed to have lost his mind in an instant. His cold eyes were suddenly full of madness. Cain licked his fangs and glared fiercely at the uninvited guest in front of him. The big hand hanging by his side had already The arched, pale veins bulge on the back of the hand.

Cain's fingertips were still bleeding, and he roared in a low voice, as if he wanted to tear Sal in front of him to pieces! !
Sal shivered in a daze and took a few steps back.

He didn't expect that Cain's reaction would be so big.

Thrall didn't know what those spells meant. He only knew that a corner of the huge six-pointed star had a trace of blood stamped on it by himself.

After all, Cain exuded the terrifying aura of a leader. A little guy like Sal wanted to squat down and help Cain fill it up, but he made another mistake in the rush, and Sal wiped it out one after another. I wrote several spells...

Cain, who was sitting in the center of the six-pointed star, was so angry that he almost went crazy when he saw Sal destroying all his hard work!
Cain stood up unsteadily and turned around. Only then did Sal realize that Cain was not wearing the leader's clothes, but the robe that Cain often wore long, long ago. It was as white as snow, but at this moment it was stained with scarlet blood.

Cain's collar was wide open, exposing most of his chest, but Cain still screamed crazily at Sal as if he was irrational, as if he was venting the resentment in his heart. For a moment, Sal suddenly felt, Cain may not recognize that the person in front of him is him.

Cain seemed to have lost his mind.

"Cain! Wake up!!"

Thrall also roared in Cain's direction, trying to bring back Cain's sanity.

The previous hatred towards the traitor seemed to disappear in an instant. Thrall just wanted Cain to stay rational, wake up, and become the noble and cold blood leader he was before, instead of being covered in blood, roaring madly, and with scarlet eyes like now. monster!

"What happened?!" Aaron followed the roaring voice and hurried over with Ai Luo.

When Aaron saw clearly what was happening in front of him, like a conditioned reflex, he firmly covered Arlo's eyes: "Don't look."

Everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in dazzling crimson. A few lost souls surrounded the six-pointed star, surrounding Cain in the center. The ground was covered with dense incantations written in blood, and there was blood in the air. The breath was blocked, and Cain, who kept roaring in the center, seemed more like he had died once and completely lost his mind!
Cain's robe was messy, and his long silver-gray hair was messy hanging by his ears.

His eyes were covered in bright red, but the bottom of his eyes were black and blue, and his face became increasingly frighteningly pale.

Even Cain's exquisite facial features could not save this horrific scene.

Cain was like a trapped beast, roaring and rushing towards Sal, his bleeding fingertips were firmly clamped on Sal's shoulder, leaving two bloody fingerprints, "How do you pay me?" ?! What are you going to pay me for?!!"

He had endured for so many years and finally made it to this day. Because of what this idiot did, Cain was going to miss another opportunity to resurrect Carlos! !

That's right.

That's Carlos.

Sal was frightened by Cain who was roaring crazily. Cain's slender nails were deeply embedded in Sal's flesh. The fear and shock were so closely intertwined that Sal forgot the pain. Sal was stunned for a long time. Then his eyes gradually looked toward the center of the six-pointed star.

Sal had a vague feeling that something was wrong just now.

When Sal saw the young man lying upright in the middle of the coffin covered with wild roses, Sal was completely speechless.

That boy was Carlos.

It is still delicate, with a face that can be broken by blows. The slightest sound will make the young man's butterfly-like eyelashes tremble slightly. Even if his eyes are tightly closed, people can still think of what a pair of beautiful eyes they are, but Carlos's face was pale without a trace of blood, his thin lips also faded red, and his golden hair hung down beside his ears.

Probably Cain hugged him affectionately just now, and the white clothes on Carlos were a little messy.

This... what is this situation? !

How did the young man who was screamed by the voice of the wronged soul just now lie in the coffin in an instant? !

And Carlos' handsome face didn't show the slightest bit of life! !
Like... a boy who has been dead for a long time.

After Cain yelled crazily, he knew that he had missed the best opportunity. Cain seemed to have lost all his weight. His legs bent softly and he knelt on the ground again. Cain grinned at the corners of his lips and laughed miserably. With a sound, those scarlet eyes were intertwined with complex emotions, including sadness, annoyance, and endless hatred...

Thrall seemed to have lost all speech ability for a while.

He opened his mouth blankly, but not a word came out for a long time.

Several holes were poked through Sal's shoulder by Cain's nails as if to vent his anger. A gurgling red color spread along the wounds, but Sal didn't feel the pain at all. He was just wondering in his heart why Carlos Lying here for no reason, why did Cain become so crazy? !
After a few laughs from Cain, the torches in the ice cellar were instantly extinguished, and the few innocent souls bound around the six-pointed star also disappeared without a trace. The same was true for the incantations written in blood on the ground, as well as the six-pointed star. No trace.

Only Carlos was still lying quietly in the coffin. The wild roses that were blooming in the coffin were quickly withering one after another. Carlos folded his hands in front of him, and the wild rose in his hand was still beautiful. Desire dripping.

The rotten smell in the air seemed to have lightened a lot, and the air that was clogged with the smell of blood seemed to be able to flow.

It was as if everything they had witnessed just now was a dream, but the boy lying upright in the coffin was real, in a permanent sleep.

After Sal saw all these changes, he was even speechless. However, Sal's stiff limbs seemed to have feelings. Sal lowered his head and wanted to see Cain and listen to his explanation, but saw Cain. Yin lowered his head, suddenly covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders kept shaking.

The low sobs, even though they were deliberately suppressed, still leaked out from between the lips and teeth.

Is Cain crying?
The first time Sal saw Cain cry, his voice intensified and he cried pitifully.

Sal just wanted to squat down and comfort Cain.

The next second, Cain suddenly raised his head, and his lips were raised to both sides, revealing an almost terrifying smile.

Sal was so frightened by Cain's ferocious smile that he sat down on the spot. Seeing that Cain was about to attack him, Sal quickly used his hands and feet to crawl back in embarrassment to avoid it.

But Sal's speed was still not as fast as Cain's. Cain was one step ahead of him, reaching out and clamping Sal's ankles. With just a slight tug, Sal returned to Cain's eyes. Sal's heart was trembling with fear. Gou stared at Cain and opened his mouth towards him, the long and narrow fangs were about to be deeply embedded in Thrall's aorta!

"Aaron! Help!!" Sal was frightened by Cain like this and cried for help.

Aaron then calmly opened his lips slightly: "Carlos? Are you awake?"

Aaron's voice was not loud, but it became louder and louder in the empty ice cellar, reaching Cain's ears with empty eyes.

Hearing the sound, Cain seemed to have been hit to the death point, and immediately left Sal and ran towards the coffin.

Aaron lied to him.

Carlos was still asleep.

Cain knew that he had been fooled, and angrily changed his target, and rushed straight at Aaron again!

Aaron took his time and protected little Ai Luo, then took out a talisman from his arms and stuck it on Cain's forehead.

This was a treasure that the little fairy Bella had acquired a long time ago when she traveled around the world and went to the mysterious Eastern country. Aaron thought it was very interesting, so he deceived her into it. He was so angry that little Bella wanted to cut off contact with Aaron, but in the end he was Aaron's feast was served.

Cain instantly stood upright, unable to move.

He could only turn his scarlet eyes angrily and gouge out Aaron's eyes.

Seeing that Cain had been surrendered by Aaron, Sal dared to rush over and asked Cain who had regained consciousness: "Can you explain! What is going on?!"

Cain glanced at Sal arrogantly. After a long time, Cain looked away disdainfully, his thin lips still pressed tightly together without saying a word.

Sal scratched his head in shock: "Aaron, did you touch his dumb hole?"

Aaron responded with a silence: "..." He might just simply not want to pay attention to you.

After a long stalemate, Cain's Adam's apple finally moved slightly and he opened his lips solemnly: "As you can see, Carlos is actually dead. What I did was just to resurrect Carlos."

At this moment, he was completely shocked.

Carlos is dead?
So what did they just see?
Is it Carlos's soul? !
Cain paused, his eyebrows slightly lowered, as if to hide the sadness and hatred in his eyes, and told ordinary things: "It was the cliff that Carlos jumped from. The sister he said was just made up by me." It's just a false memory, it's all what he has experienced, and the 'sister' who has always been with him... is me."

Aaron already understood, his black jade-like eyes filled with deep meaning.

Aurora didn't know much, and Thrall was still confused.

Cain looked at Sal again like he was looking at an idiot, his thin lips slightly opened, and time gradually passed to the beginning of this crime——

A blood clan took Carlos back to the castle as a mobile blood bank.

On that day, Cain sneaked into the world secretly as usual, watching Carlos' every move.

But he found that the door of Carlos' house was wide open, his father and mother were lying in a pool of blood, and Carlos had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)