Demon King Priest Chapter 91: Dating time

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Perhaps because of the relationship he had seen once, Ulysses did not appear unnatural to such a strange scenery, but looked forward to the next meeting even more.

In the fog at dusk, what he saw was a fuzzy figure similar to Sha Ji. Due to the obstruction of the fog, he did not see the appearance of that figure at all. This was his biggest regret.

But at this moment, he finally has a chance to know what it is that has been looking at him today. It was precisely because he wanted to know the fear and anxiety in his heart that he chose to go to this 12 o'clock late night date alone without telling Noah.

The deeper blood began to spread, turning this old roof into a blood-stained world, as if time had turned back, returning to the moment before the girls with different noble life experiences greeted their death.

Then Ulysses heard sounds, not the nursery rhymes heard at dusk, but some very uncomfortable sounds.

It looks like someone is scratching some wall with their nails, and there is a trace of vibrato. And among the infinitely spreading blood, a trace of black began to appear, and it seemed a little inconsistent with the surrounding blood.

These black filaments are flying in the blood mist, slowly swelling, and then twisting like soft toxoplasma, slowly forming some black writing.

"You are here."

"Yes." Ulysses looked at the black writing calmly, but he always felt a little strange. Because these handwritings are completely different from what he saw at dusk.

The handwriting left on the ground at dusk is very light, and it seems that it was written by a well-educated person. But these handwritings are like a bunch of black bugs put together.

Wriggling, wriggling, worm-like writing began to distort, and then formed a new writing.

"Everything is about to end."

"You will see what you want while paying the price of your life."

After writing this line, all the black thin lines suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny debris floating in the air, and then being swallowed by countless red mist.

"Ahahahahahahaha" This is the last handwriting left by the thin black line before it smashes itself, full of malicious curses and madness.

"It's not you." Ulysses looked at the thin black thread that fell apart. This was not what he was looking for, nor was it what he wanted to see.

These black silks are full of evil power, but they have no effect on him. Even if it directly invades his body, it must be completely absorbed by his dark physique.

In this world, there is no dark curse that can harm the devil. Even the dark holy grail, which is known as all the evils in the world, cannot bring Ulysses the slightest pollution.

After swallowing all the remaining power of the black hair, the crimson mist suddenly calmed down. But Ulysses could feel that under this seemingly calm surface, a certain change was taking place.

Then Ulysses heard a voice, the only voice in this silent, **** world except his breathing and heartbeat.

It was a slight "click" sound, like the sound of some liquid slowly dripping on the ground.

Ulysses stared into the deepest part of the **** mist, where changes he didn't know were taking place. Unlike the black hair that felt full of malice just now, the change this time was the root cause that really made his heart beat faster.

The sound of the dripping "click" sounded continuously in a slow but rhythmic way. The whole world seems to have only this voice left, which makes people's blood flow involuntarily speed up.

If Noah was here, he would definitely take Ulysses out of this dangerous place desperately. But for Ulysses, this was his only chance to find the truth, so he watched the depths of the **** mist intently, waiting for the change to end.

In a place where Ulysses could not see, the blood-red mist was constantly gathering together, and then liquefied into real blood dripping on the ground. This is the truth of this sound.

One drop, two drops, three drops, as time accumulates, more and more blood on the ground, but it did not follow the laws of nature, but gathered together under some unknown force , Forming a round pattern.

As the blood dripping from the fog increased, the circular pattern began to become clearer. This is a round mirror with some strange symbols swimming on the surface of the mirror.

At first, these symbols were a little fuzzy, but when the dripping blood reached a certain critical point. These symbols are suddenly entangled in a very complicated form. If there are researchers who are proficient in ancient magic, I am afraid they will be amazed by the complexity of these runes.

Among them, there are dragon symbols from the dragon clan, sacrificial totems from the southern tribal areas, and even the inscriptions of the western pyramids. Runes of different ages, regions, and races are perfectly mixed at this moment, and finally formed a vague shadow.

This shadow is exactly what Ulysses had seen at dusk, resembling Shaji. But Ulysses obviously didn't realize that what he saw at that time was just an unfinished product, because the shadow did not have its own face at all, and the place that originally belonged to the face was a hazy mist.

However, except for one position, that is the eyes. This unfinished figure has a pair of very special eyes. With the drop of blood falling, other parts of the shadow's body became clear.

The blood-red mist began to separate automatically, and a path to the center appeared in front of Ulysses.

Then, he finally saw the scared and nervous figure. Only at the first sight, he understood why he was so scared that he was looking for her crazily.

The figure there has a pair of soft and clear eyes. It can't be said to be scary, and it doesn't even carry any maliciousness. In fact, she never cast a malicious look at Ulysses.

What made Ulysses feel terrified, uneasy, and frantically looking for it was the look in his eyes; he had been chasing him in the corner with envy and low self-esteem since he was very young. Figure.

That gaze is staring at his tenderness, the most fragile treasure in the world, something he has lost and never returned.

"Sister." Ulysses put his hand on his chest, confirming that his heart is still beating