Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 114 Encounter

Even though Philip had considered the worst-case scenario, he still didn't think Zilingus could be immune to the toxins in the bio-toxin bottle, since the other party was just a "Wind-Centered One," and that wouldn't change.

If handled properly, it might have miraculous effects, but it's impossible to rely on this alone. As Philip pondered this, he suddenly found himself gradually enveloped by drowsiness and fatigue, and his brain, which had been able to think with difficulty, was now sending out signals that it wanted to go on strike.

He rubbed his temples, then smiled helplessly, leaned back, and tried his best to relax his body and mind.

At the intersection of the East District of Backlund and the Bridge District, outside a row of houses, Philip, whose body was stuffed with a bunch of extraordinary items, remained invisible, suppressing his footsteps to a level of silence as he paced around.

The townhouse is located in a narrow alley, and it is highly likely that two of the residents have already been dealt with by Zilingus, but the police are not paying attention to it, and the people involved do not have enough money or the will to seek help from others.

Every day, it takes a person's flesh and soul. In a place like Backlund, it's impossible to make a ripple. There are just too many people. Philip gave up the idea of ​​sneaking in. Within his sight, he lifted his sleeve to reveal a blue crystal pendant wrapped around his wrist.

The blue hue hung low in the night sky. Philip closed his eyes and murmured something until, a dozen seconds later, when the blue crystal began to sway freely, he stopped murmuring and opened his eyes again.

The violent swaying made his heart skip a beat, and his slightly contracted sapphire blue pupils, as if they had experienced a terrifying stimulus, gradually turned crimson, plunging him into a stalemate between reason and madness.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Thin, sharp wind blades shot out, slicing across Philip's cheeks and drawing blood from his fair skin. They then shattered into fragments with a cracking sound and dissipated into white light.

At the same time, the convex mirror used to light up the living room of the apartment next door cracked and quickly broke into several large pieces, which spilled onto the ground and shattered into a pile of small pieces.

Philip, or rather Jane Charlotte, appeared on the right side of the convex magnifying glass, her slightly narrowed eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, finally determining the direction from which the attacker would launch their attack.

On the rooftop of a building not far away, a man in his thirties with a distinctive broad chin and dark green eyes stood silently. His cruel expression paused slightly, and he muttered to himself with a hint of doubt:

"One, a 'witch'?"

Upon seeing the girl dressed in a white shirt, brown trousers, leather boots, and even gloves and a monocle, even "Hurricane Admiral" Zilingus couldn't help but shake his head, his voice hoarse with a hint of coldness and ruthlessness:

"Oh, what a strange outfit."

"appease"!

Philip had no other thoughts. He simply used the calming ability of the "Mind's Eye" to suppress his restlessness and excitement. He rubbed his left thumb against his lips, bit it with his teeth, and dripped the blood directly onto the silver ring.

Without the "Mirror Substitute" provided by "Silver White," I would have had no way to perfectly avoid this attack. The ability I had just used was to drive the target mad. After roughly estimating his own endurance, Philip felt a little more confident.

Just as he was about to begin the battle, a visible gale suddenly enveloped Zilingus in the distance, and then he immediately flew away into the distance.

Oh no, this thing is trying to escape!

Upon seeing this, Philip immediately and anxiously took out the Heart of Blood from his pocket, then picked up a shard of glass from the ground, preparing to bleed it out to spread his wings and see if he could continue to follow the other party and wait for an opportunity to summon the messenger.

However, the flickering sound of flames in his mind abruptly stopped him in his tracks. A sudden, intense sense of crisis surged through him like a giant wave, slamming Philip, who had been immersed in his own world, toward the direction of the truth.

next moment.

The scene before him suddenly changed, and several sharp wind blades were already close at hand, reflected in Philip's pupils, about to pierce his head in the next moment.

"nightmare"!

Qilingus did not run away. He didn't even know when he had started using the "Nightmare" ability to pull him directly into a dream, while his true form had already given him a life-or-death attack.

The reaction time was too short for Philip to use the extraordinary item that was constantly trying to influence him and prevent him from fully integrating it. Instead, he used his own abilities to fall backward and brace himself with his wrists.

puff!

Blood gushed from the slender wound, splattering onto the ground in front of him. The white shirt sleeves were quickly stained red with blood, which seemed to spread to other parts of his body.

Hiss. Philip tried to move his five fingers and, finding that his body could still hold on, clenched his fists. Ignoring the blood flowing out rapidly, he tore off both sleeves and quickly tied them to the wound to stop the bleeding.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qilingus's eyes, who was not far away. He seemed not to understand how the person in front of him had escaped the dream he had created. However, the "wriggling hunger" that had been fed and the most important task ahead made him have no intention of staying here to continue his adventure.

As long as Duke Negan holds similar gatherings in the future and attends in person, he will still have a chance, given his ability to disguise himself as the "Faceless Man"!

The cold evening wind gradually grew violent and enveloped Qilingus's entire body, which, relying on this gale, propelled him into the air.

I've been discovered in this area and can't stay any longer. I must go somewhere else, hide, and wait for an opportunity. Zilingus glanced disdainfully at the guy in front of him who dared to oppose him, then turned to leave.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He had already learned a lot about the other party's situation. If he wasn't worried about causing more trouble, using the "Priest of Light" ability would have been enough to send this guy to a cruel death!

However, this action caused Philip's expression to freeze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled open the corner of his mouth, pressed his bloodied left thumb against his face, wiped away the excess blood, and outlined a red mark of varying depths.

Philip pulled out the "Bloodlust Heart" and pressed it to the ground to absorb the blood that had flowed out earlier. After these days of adaptation, the former finally accepted the blood of this "werewolf" and became usable.

In just a few seconds, the translucent heart emitted a faint yet brilliant red light, gradually expanding into a ball of light that entered Philip's body, or rather, entered the surface of his skin in a way that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)