I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"It was me and Stephen who purified her. This is Yakari's responsibility, in order to protect more people."

Phil held his forehead and buried his face deeply in his hands.

Of course she knew this, but she didn't know that if she, now knowing the truth, came back to Isabella...

If she asked him about the whereabouts of her parents again, what tone should she use to answer her?

If I hadn't gone out running around at night in HL because I was hungry, this ridiculous thing wouldn't have happened.

And the cause of all this seems to come from an unknown coin thrown on the sofa.

"Klaus."

Following Stephen's call, the car slowly stopped, and Klaus looked out the window in response.

"Don't think about it Phil, healing your body is the first priority now. We are here."

After being pulled out of the car by Klaus, Phil followed him with his head lowered, and together they walked into the ancient building in front of them that seemed to have a sense of age.

The iron-clad door was slowly pushed open with the squeaking sound of aging hinges. There were many filling marks on the wooden floor that exuded a slight musty smell, as if it had suffered some kind of disaster from time to time.

It looked like a church, but the chairs and other items had been moved away and piled up next to the stained glass windows.

"Here he is, he's on time. Come in."

A voice that sounded familiar to Phil came from the small door directly opposite the church hall, and she couldn't help but look up.

The door was closed, but a bright white light shone through the cracks in the door, casting a few rays of light on the slightly dim church hall floor.

"Yes, Master." Klaus replied to the voice.

"Klaus, I'm waiting for you outside, so I won't go in." Stephen seemed a little reluctant to follow Klaus to the room where the man was. He waved his hand, turned around and walked out, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. .

Are there people who are afraid in Fantou? Seeing his embarrassed look, Phil was even more curious.

And...Klaus's master? Who?

After searching hard in his mind for a long time and still having no clue, Phil could only follow Klaus first.

But the closer I got to that door, the more I felt like I was about to be in bad luck. This strange intuition made me feel particularly uneasy.

Phil couldn't help but speed up a few steps, followed Klaus closely, and hid himself behind his broad spine. As if this could resist the uneasiness behind the door in front of her.

The sound of the creaking wooden floor made Phil upset. She had to use her willpower to endure her constant desire for blood along the way. It was actually very difficult for her.

But fortunately it's not far away, just a dozen steps away.

The moment Klaus held the door handle, something unexpected happened——

Phil's feet were first gone, and he crushed the patched wooden floor and got stuck with one foot. Then the large wrought iron chandelier above his head suddenly clanged, and the heavy groan of aging steel accompanied the breaking of the chain. With a loud bang, the chandelier broke away from its restraints and was pulled by gravity to hit Phil's head squarely.

this....

Phil subconsciously wanted to pull her legs out to avoid it, but she was stuck and couldn't get out. Seeing that the chandelier was getting closer and closer to her, she couldn't do anything.

clang!

"Phil, are you okay?"

Phil, who was squatting on the ground holding his head, didn't feel the pain he deserved. He opened his eyes slightly and looked up. The chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling was being held by Klaus with one hand.

"Uh, no...it's okay, thank you, Mr. Claus."

Boom!

The chandelier was thrown aside by Klaus, kicking up a large amount of dust.

"Please don't pay attention to these things, they are all normal."

"How is this normal? Hey! It's obviously a trap specially set up to kill the intruders!"

Klaus scratched his hair as if he was troubled: "Well, actually it was just an accident."

"Accident?!" Phil immediately rolled his eyes and pointed at the tattered floors elsewhere, which had obvious signs of repair. "Then how do you explain these marks? Is it also an accident?"

"...Yes." Klaus's head seemed to be buried in his chest, "This has something to do with Master's special physique."

"Special physique...wait, special physique?" Phil seemed to suddenly think of something, and the appearance of an old man with a mustache and a trench coat flashed through his mind.

It can't be him...

"May I ask, Mr. Claus, what is your master's surname...?"

Before he finished speaking, the lighted door was kicked open from the inside. Under Phil's horrified gaze, which suddenly turned pale, an old man with a gray windbreaker and a mustache and slightly curly hair walked out from inside. come out.

"Oh! Klaus, you heard the noise outside and came out to take a look. He's not dead, right?"

"yes."

"Hahaha, your body is still so strong. Who is this lovely guest today?" He hammered Klaus's chest with his hand and looked at Gracefield who was stunned.

Klaus first pulled Phil out of the restraints on the floor, and then introduced: "Phil, this is my master, the Blood Realm Familiar Countermeasures Expert, Briz T. Abrams. "

"Master, this is Miss Gracefield."

Chapter 167 Treatment

"Oh! I heard this guy Klaus say on the phone, is there a human lady who can get rid of the control of level 8 vampires by sheer force of will? That's amazing!" Abrams walked over with a silly smile and extended his hand to Phil. Handed.

But the girl in front of him who was meeting for the first time seemed to be afraid of him and backed away, and swooped behind Klaus.

Staring at his outstretched hand was like looking at a hot red-hot iron.

"Ah? Am I so scary?" Abrams retracted his hand in surprise and touched his cheek, "He is obviously much more handsome than Klaus!"

So is it a matter of looks? ! Anyone who knows you knows that there is a 90% chance of sudden death in an inexplicable accident just by being around you! More than terrifying, this guy is simply the engine of small-scale world causality destruction!

Super lucky Abrams...it turns out he

He is really Klaus's master. I thought he was just called him casually.

Phil doesn't have any systematic super-power protection now, and he has a fragile human body, so he is really unbearable.

If he hadn't had the "experienced" Klaus by his side just now, he might have just escaped from the death line and fallen back again.

"Maybe he was frightened by the accident just now." Klaus carefully protected Phil behind him and smiled at Abrams, "Another chandelier fell just now."

Abrams scratched his head: "Well... this place should be repaired, but it was clearly reinforced a few weeks ago, so it shouldn't kill people anymore."

Did you really hit someone to death a few weeks ago? !

Phil's eyes became even more horrified.

There is nothing to say about dying in a fight with the Blood Realm Familiar, but she definitely doesn't want to be taken advantage of and die in various traffic accidents and super weird accidents that have not been seen in hundreds of years. This is too profitable!

Little brother, get more. A former swordsman got his feet stuck on the wooden floor and was hit by a hanging hanging from his head, smashing his skull and died on the spot. No ghost would believe him if he told me.

But even if Phil was unwilling to do so, he had to admit that the guy in front of him was the only one who could cure his body at the moment.

Although his reputation as "super lucky" would later become famous in Lebra, he was first known to the entire world as the "Blood Realm Familiar Countermeasures Expert".

He is also a veteran figure in the Yakari organization.

Walking into the door that almost killed him just now, Phil couldn't react because the layout inside looked like a dentist's office.

She thought that the place to treat such paranormal symptoms would be a place with various magic tables, candles, black velvet blankets, and a magic circle drawn with blood that could be seen everywhere.

As a result...are we going to use modern medical technology to treat ourselves?

"Don't be nervous, Miss Phil, please lie down on the chair." When Phil looked back, he realized that Abrams had put on a white coat, disposable gloves and a mask at some point. He stood up and pulled the silicone gloves to make a soft snapping sound.

"Is it really okay...I won't be hit to death by the sudden collapse of the ceiling again on this chair, right?"

Phil moved his feet with displeasure and placed himself on the operating chair.

"No problem, I've dealt with at least hundreds of guys in that situation!" Abrams' confident voice came, which still gave Phil some comfort.

Click!

"Hey, do you need to immobilize your hands and feet?"

"Because it might hurt a little bit, so it's necessary for your safety and mine," Abrams replied.

"Mr. Claus?!" As Phil's neck was firmly fixed on the chair, she suddenly found that Claus stood up facing the wall as if he couldn't bear to watch.

Although it’s cute that the boss looks so blank, this reaction makes me a little panicked!

"Is it really okay, Mr. Breeze?"

The clatter of metal knives came from the tray, and Abrams nodded: "Of course!"

"Then let me ask by the way... have all the hundreds of patients you treated recovered?"

Phil's voice was a little unsure.

"Patients? When did I say I had dealt with hundreds of patients?"

"Eh? Then just now..."

"Oh! What I mean is that hundreds of people have been killed on this chair by the sudden collapse of the ceiling. It was just a small accident. Please don't worry about it, Miss Phil."

"Put me down!! I won't do it anymore! Let me die!!"

"Don't move, Miss Phil, hey... Klaus! Come and help!"

Klaus, facing the wall, shrank his shoulders and raised his fingers to block his ears.

"I'm sorry but I obey..."

"Ya da ya da ya da!!" Phil was still struggling on the operating table, looking at the dark ceiling in front of him in horror. It seemed that the strange color was dyed red by countless blood over and over again, and then it was dyed red again and again. Red to black....

"Klaus!!"

"..."

call--

Stephen, who was squatting at the door and smoking, slowly blew out a smoke ring, raised his head and looked at the foggy sky of the city in front of him, and sighed softly as if he was helpless.

"Hey, when will this kind of day end..."

...

Back in the operating room, Phil's mouth is now wrapped with tape, and he can't make a sound. His eyes are horrified as he stares at Abrams, who is sharpening the knife in front of him. His limbs, neck and waist are all covered with tape. He was tightly bound by a three-finger-wide cowhide strap, unable to move his body even a little bit.

"Hey, so what I just said was just a joke to you. Why are you so scared?" Abrams seemed to be smiling kindly, but Phil always felt that he was not joking at all.

You have to say why, because this is Helsalemz Lott now...

"Uh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." You ghost!)

"Uh-uh

Uh-huh! ! "(Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Zabu and Little Angel Leo who are covered with scars!)

"Ah, what? Are you ready to start! Okay, right now!" Abrams exaggeratedly leaned his ear to listen to Phil's whining sound that was covered by tape in his mouth, and nodded.

"Woooooo!!" (What kind of enterprise-level understanding do you have! Put me down!)

"You don't even need anesthesia? That's great. You can also save part of the anesthesia cost."

"Ugh?!" (I'm going to knock your lungs out!)

Klaus on the side finally couldn't stand listening any more. He turned around and said weakly to his master who liked to mess with people but was completely unaware of it: "Master... Phil is also my friend. You see... "

Abrams stopped the cross-service conversation with the girl on the operating table and smiled: "I know, I know, don't worry Klaus, I'm just trying to calm the tense atmosphere!"

(You obviously made me more nervous!) Phil screamed inwardly.

"Next, get serious..."

But then, Abrams' eyes and tone suddenly changed, as if he was a new person, which made Phil feel strange.

There was a million points of confidence and seriousness in it that made Phil on the operating table suddenly quiet down, as if he was impressed by his energy.

Unlike the shadowless lamp, the light source on the Abrams operating table is a mirror with a circle of light....

After pulling it aside and seeing Phil reflected in the mirror, Abrams finally took a deep breath, raised the sharp scalpel, and probed towards Phil's beating heart in the mirror.

Chapter 168 The Beginning

Abrams was right, the process of undergoing reverse therapy was indeed painful.