The witch of delight.

This is not the first time that Bologo has heard of this name. Serey had mentioned it to himself before. Judging from Serey's performance at that time, he was very afraid of the witch of desire.

"Do you want me to avenge you? Fight against the Witch of Love."

The intelligence is not free, and now Belogo has noticed the price of Belfinger's claim.

Belfinger smiled, "How could it be that the devil never forces others. I just told you some necessary information. As for what to do next, it's your own business."

Bologo took a deep breath, and this feeling was very familiar. It was the same when he traded with the tyrant. The tyrant provided help to him so that he could complete his revenge.

It seemed that the tyrant was helping him, but in fact he was also invisibly acting for the tyrant, intercepting the train, so that the Mamen coins would not flow out.

The same is true now. The Zongge Orchestra has set its sights on itself for some unknown reason. The Witch of the Honey is eager to include himself in many collections. Belfinger extended a helping hand to him in time. He understood that he would eventually move towards the opposite of the Witch of the Honey.

Everything is reasonable, but when Bologo thought that he would accidentally accomplish something for Belfinger, he felt very upset.

"Okay, Mr. Lazarus, that's all."

Belfinger suddenly said, at the same time, the screen freezes and the video stops playing.

It did not stop, but the film was only filmed here, and Bologo also looked forward, and at this moment there was a strange picture on the screen.

Countless broken mirrors interspersed together, and all the fragments reflected the same figure, Bologo's figure.

"Mr. Lazarus, you have the potential to be a poet."

Belfinger suddenly grabbed Bologo's hand. Under his clamping, Bologo could not raise any strength. Then a violent burning sensation rose from Bologo's palm, as if Belphin's hand had turned into a soldering iron.

Bologo's expression was calm, and Belfinger also looked at him with a serious look.

"Whether it is a cold transaction or interpersonal communication, sincerity is always the cornerstone of our mutual trust."

Belfinger slowly let go of Bologo's hand, and the burning sensation quickly subsided.

"I won't let you face it alone."

Bologo withdrew his hand, and a burning scar appeared on the palm of his left hand. Looking roughly, it looked like a burning sun, and it was like a thorn clustered together, with sharp spikes spreading outwards.

The violent power surged in it for a moment, and soon became silent, just like an ordinary scar.

"So...I look forward to meeting you next time, Mr. Lazarus."

Belfinger smiled and snapped his fingers.

The light flashed, the space began to twist, and Bologo opened his mouth, trying to say something, but the voice rang out from his throat and turned into a meaningless whimper.

The field of vision fell into darkness and lit up again in a few seconds.

Bologo's will was still awake, but his body felt weak, and then he fell forward like he lost his balance.

Just as Bologo was about to fall, he hugged him from behind with his hands, preventing Bologo from falling down.

Bologo held the wall, and his body, which had lost consciousness, returned to control. His eyes were tired and dry, and he blinked vigorously. Only then did Bologo realize the surrounding environment.

He was at the door of Lebius's office.

"How are you?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and the other party asked with concern, "Are you thinking about things? I see you are in a daze."

daze?

Bologo coughed a few times, turned his head, and Amou stood behind him, looking confused on his face.

"Nothing, I just didn't sleep well."

Bologo shook his head and smiled reluctantly, "Good morning, Amme."

Amme ignored Bologo's words and asked, "Is it really okay?"

Bologo said confidently, "I am the undead."

Amou stared at Bologo, and the halo in his eyes also faded and turned into a horizontal line.

"All right."

Amou was successfully deceived by Bologo. She opened the office door and Bologo followed her. It took Bologo a little time to relieve this series of things.

Suddenly a pain came from the palm of his hand. Bologo spread his hand, and the scar left by Belfinger was engraved in his palm, warning that what happened to Bologo just now was not an illusion.

What's worse is that the Stroke Skill did not respond to such scars, and it remained forever in his palm as if it was not influenced by the gift of Belogo.

...

After seeing off Belogo, only Belfinger was left in the cinema. In the huge space, he seemed lonely.

Belfinger picked up the remote control, the screen dimmed, and soon it lit up again, this time the picture projected a completely different view.

The perspective of the film is in the first person, and the camera is endless as the characters move.

The tall giant trees obscured the sky, and the bright light was cut into pieces, and when it fell to the ground, it became extremely dim.

The character's breathing sound echoed in the theater. He held the dagger in his hand and looked vigilantly at one side, followed by an etheric reaction rising from the front.

The opponent's attack has not been released yet, and the picture begins to twist and deform due to the character's high-speed movement, and the howling wind passes by.

The character saw the glow shining in the dense forest. He raised his hand and the ground at the target position suddenly collapsed. Then the towering giant tree began to collapse, as if an invisible hammer crushed everything along the way.

The etheric reaction in front of him became weaker and then completely dissipated. The dying cry could be heard gradually.

The character is close to the collapsed position, and the entire area collapses very flat, with a standard circle with clear edges and corners.

The target fell into the collapsed circular depression, half of his body was immersed in the ground, and the exposed bones were also broken and bent, and a large amount of blood overflowed the body.

The fatal injury lies in the target's spine. Under the huge force, the target's body was broken. He breathed hard, and every time he sucked and exhaled, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The character stood in front of the target, then he lowered himself, covered the other person's eyes with one hand, and stabbed the dagger along the throat with the other hand, lifted it up hard, stabbed it into the head from the jaw, and then twisted the neck to completely break the vitality of the absolute square.

After doing all this, the character's hands were covered with blood. He put away his sword and searched for something on the corpse. Soon, he found a brand new train ticket in the blood-stained clothing. It seemed that he was not afraid of water and fire, and the blood could not be stuck on it and kept it clean.

“I got the ticket.”

In the long silence, the character spoke for the first time, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Belfinger.

Belfinger smiled but said nothing.

The character flips up a thick book and opens the pages. The book seems to have changed the number of owners. Each part of the handwriting is different, and the texture of the paper also looks old or brand new due to different orders.

Put the ticket into the crack of the latest page of paper, the character put away the books, crossed the corpse, and walked into the depths of the dense forest.

Belfinger looked at the scene with satisfaction, with a strange smile on his face. The devil never lies, he just... did not tell the truth.

Even though the Witch of Happiness promised the beauty of the present, there are still a small number of poets who still believe in the eternity after death.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!