Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The sky was dim and the sun was dim.

Klein jumped all the way, and as the mountain continued to descend, from a distance, he could hear the rushing sound of the big river, which was the Tussock River.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless wind blades, like circling flying knives, cut towards Klein, and almost sliced ​​a plate of famous dishes from him.

Klein narrowly escaped by relying on hunch and agile skills.

Mr. A, who was chasing, was full of anger, and his red robe turned into blood was windless and automatic, which made the master's face more and more coquettish.

A puff of flesh exploded, and the trees and rocks were rusting and rustling. Klein was in no hurry to dodge. Only a few blood splashes made him grin in pain.

He kept burning dead branches and weeds, jumping back and forth in the flames.

An ice crystal spear suddenly solidified in Mr. A's hand, who was so angry that he lost his flesh all the way, and it came straight towards Klein despite the slightest chill.

Wherever the ice gun went, the frost condensed into layers of thin ice, and Klein just took a little help from his palm, and was "teared" to tear off a piece of skin. , dodge the attack.

In the corner of his light, he saw Mr. A's cruel smile, as well as a familiar figure and an expression of schadenfreude.

He suddenly had an itchy nose, a throbbing pain in his head, and his breathing was fiery. Countless threads of spiritual intuition were entangled in him.

After snapping his fingers, the flames rose, and Klein found himself at the edge of the cliff. Below was the surging Tussock River.

Unexpectedly, one day I will be forced to helplessly and jump off a cliff, just not knowing if I can find martial arts secrets, or if I meet a reclusive expert to pass on my magic.

"thump!"

Klein jumped into the bone-chilling river water.

Just when he thought he could get out of the battle, he saw that Mr. A, who was full of scales, dressed in red and fleshy robes, and looked like a carp, was staring at him with hatred.

Behind him, Deng Shen admired Klein's tragic state with satisfaction.

Dengshen, save me one more time! I promise not to throw you away.

Suddenly, a soft figure of a woman was quickly sketched in the air. She looked at Mr. A with a dull gaze, and saw that Mr. A seemed to be a pencil drawing that was quickly erased by an eraser.

Then, she looked at Klein.

Klein's heart skipped a beat, and my life was over.

The woman slowly pulled the corner of her mouth, raised it upwards, and showed a smile.

Then, she turned her head slightly again, as if facing the air, and nodded lightly.

Immediately, her figure faded and disappeared in place, as if it was a dream. There was neither Mr. A nor this woman in the dream.

Klein came back to his senses, and found that the lamp **** had restrained his sullen smile and came to his side.

He couldn't help but speak:

"The one just now... who is he?"

Deng Shen rolled his eyes at him, and said in a vicious voice:

"It's your mother."

Klein didn't have time to light a fire to dry his clothes, so he had the cheek to ask the magic lamp for that extravagant hand warmer. Enduring the fever and the cold night wind, he hurried on his way. He had to find a place with people as soon as possible, that's the faceless person. home.

Really, I was still angry about such a trivial matter, and he didn't take the initiative to take me on the road. I saw that he was very happy to see me being beaten by Mr. A just now. He was really careful.

Suddenly, all the colors in front of Klein's eyes were suddenly rich and bright, and the figure of Azik appeared in front of him.

Klein immediately showed a sincere smile and said with concern:

"Mr. Azik, are you not injured?"

"Well... I suffered a little injury, and it took a lot of time to get rid of that high-ranking existence in the spiritual world."

"Ince Zangwill escaped with 008."

The two walked and chatted, and the cold wind in the late winter evening seemed to be no longer so uncomfortable.

Finally, Azik said with a smile:

"It's a pity I can't invite you to dinner."

Inside a hotel in a small town on the outskirts of Backlund.

Klein had just changed into dry and neat clothes when he heard layers of illusory prayers.

Is it a lady, Miss Justice? She wants to report the progress of the follow-up incident to Mr. Fool?

Coming above the gray fog, Klein turned on the prayer spot and saw that Miss Justice was in a spacious bathroom.

Klein felt that it was bigger than his living room at 15 Minsk Street.

Audrey said quickly:

"I informed the church of the goddess about Prince Edsack and the witch Trissic, and I haven't heard any further news."

"The treasure house of the Psychological Alchemy Society has been stolen, and I am required to find a suitable reason now to go to the place designated by them to be reviewed."

Treasure Vault Stolen? That must be the lamp **** did!

A treasure trove of big organizations! How many Extraordinary items and materials are there? According to the character of the God of Wealth, there must be no one left, which is so miserable.

Then isn't there countless Beyonder characteristics in Deng Shen now? Isn't that all the promotion materials for everyone in the entire Tarot Club?

"When you arrive, find an opportunity to pray, or touch the print on your hand."

After responding to Miss Justice, Klein picked up the human-skin-like gloves that Mr. Azik had given him, which originally belonged to Zilingus, a wriggling hunger, an extraordinary item with the characteristics of being alive.

When it is outside, it is always full of malice, exuding a sense of hunger that chooses people to eat, but when it reaches the gray fog, it lies there meekly, motionless, and does not dare to shout when it is hungry.

This is the attitude that a magical item with the characteristic of being alive should have, and the attitude of a magic lamp is not right.

If I didn't bring him above the gray fog to educate him, forget it, I think he would dare to beat me even here.

Back in reality, Klein asked about the magic lamp pretending to be dead while drying his banknotes.

"What's in the treasure house of the Psychology Alchemy Society?"

"Everything, see it or not, I won't give it to you if I throw it away."

Klein saw a bunch of colorful festoons appear on the simple table of the inn, and then disappeared one by one.

Klein laughed twice and didn't answer the topic.

"I'm going to leave Backlund and go to the sea to find mermaids."

"I can do it. It's the same everywhere. When you become a demigod, go to Fenepot with me."

"Where to do what?"

"What else can I do, look for something, why don't I go to eat noodles?"

…

Deep in the East End, in a dilapidated apartment.

Old Kohler carried a large bowl of steaming hot potato and ham soup, and walked quickly to a dirty, broken table and put it down, there were some brown bread on the table.

He sat down happily, first scooped a spoonful of the thick soup full of sweet starch and spicy fat, and put it directly into his mouth.

In this new year, he alone has tasted the taste of happiness and hope.

"Praise the goddess!"

Old Kohler tapped four times on his chest.

"Praise also to Detective Moriarty and wish him a wonderful holiday."

Old Kohler smiled, dipped the delicious soup on black bread, put it in his mouth, forked a piece of ham, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed hard, the salty aroma exploded in his taste buds, he enjoyed the Happiness is the satisfaction of human instinctive desires.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Zhen Mo, an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin, UU reading www. The main responsibility of uukanshu.com is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.