13 Mink Street

Karen acknowledged Mrs. Fisher's accomplishments in illusion, but how to put it, she simply put herself "on hold" in the side hall, which was a bit disrespectful to her past experience;

At the very least, Bishop Dolfo, who has just been coffined and has not had time to be buried, must be dissatisfied.

It's a pity that Bishop Dolfo was already dead, otherwise he would definitely raise his knees and kick hard at the coffin board with his boots to vent his anger.

Because everyone takes a different route, they have their own specialties, and Karen's specialty has always been his own soul, because as long as he mentions his own soul, he can never get around the dog at home .

It may be because it has been mentioned too many times, so its head has been unable to grow hair for a long time, and it is still bald.

Right now... it hurts so much.

How could Philomena forget to remind herself that her grandma liked to poke people's eyes?

If I knew I should have brought a bottle of eye drops, my eyes are still very dry and uncomfortable.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out the cigarette case, took out one, bit it in his mouth, and was about to light it with a lighter, but Karen paused for a moment;

There is no need to bring eye drops, and you can't bring them here when you take them on and off the car.

In the same way, there is no point in smoking this pack of Thunder cigarettes, which he regards as "soul cough syrup", and they are all fake.

Smoking should be able to extract the taste, after all, I have smoked it myself, but that is completely deceiving myself.

Standing up, I put my hands on my neck and rubbed it lightly. Although everything around me including my current self is fake, and I am completely in a specific illusion environment, the touch is still very delicate.

It is as delicate as the interior furnishings of this dilapidated villa. Although it is greasy, it is very realistic; you must know that this is only a dream, and it is a layer left after the owner left, but it can still be so "exquisite."

The faint light began to expand gradually with Karen as the center. Looking at the traces on the floor that seemed to be mopped with a bloody mop, Karen walked into the bedroom along it.

On the mattress in the bedroom, Mrs. Fisher was hugging Philomena, and the grandparent and grandson had already fallen into a "sweet" dreamland.

There was another one curled up under the bed.

Karen squatted down and turned sideways, focusing on the person under the bed. His chest was still heaving and he was seriously injured, but his face was calm.

Karen knew that Philomena had a dog-like father, but at least she couldn't see anything unusual from his sleeping face.

Straightening up, Karen walked to Philomena's side and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Philomena is naked, her skin is very white, it is a kind of healthy and plump, if the clothes are not taken off, it is really hard to see.

Well, at this time, there is nothing to see or not to see.

When she was taking a shower in the office, it was right for Karen to ask her to pay attention to her privacy, but now, it was a period similar to a mission, and Xie Cai and Fanny had taught Karen this truth with practical actions very early on.

What's more... this is not reality, this is a dream.

Karen put the back of his hand to his mouth and yawned. Soul injuries would inevitably bring about this kind of exhaustion, but if it wasn't a fight in real life, it wouldn't be a big problem.

This is also the reason why he let Philomena get out of the car and go in first, and come back by himself after the two of them enter the "dream". Mrs. Fisher can only use the "entertainment" in the illusion to treat herself.

As for her level of fighting in reality, not to mention that it is inconvenient for Karen to use spells with serious injuries in her soul, even if she is the peak self who has just advanced to the rank of adjudicator without injuries, going to fight this old lady, Karen feels in her heart It's not very bottomless either.

After all, without mentioning the glory of the Fisher family's hereditary chief bishop in the past, it is difficult to imagine her specific strength if she is a person who has been in contact with her grandmother in the same circle.

Anyway, I haven't figured out what kind of strength grandma is until now. The only impression I have is that I didn't plan to go in at the door of Richard's house. Who knew that when I turned around, I saw the sweater upstairs at home The grandmother "coincidentally" came back with a vegetable basket, pretending to be a coincidence and enthusiastically pulling herself home as a guest.

Karen observed for a while, and found that both Philomena and Mrs. Fisher looked very natural.

He is not in a hurry to go in, because he knows that Philomena has his own set of preparations. From the perspective of the game, no matter whether Philomena can succeed or not, let Philomena consume it first, and then he will do it at the last moment. Enter, the benefit is the highest.

After all, in the eyes of Mrs. Fisher, she has already placed the unexpected factor of herself.

Standing up again, Karen went to the bedroom window and pushed it open.

Originally, Karen wanted to catch some rain and cool wind in. The dryness of his eyes made him want to moisten them a little.

But the moment the window was opened, the heavy rain outside turned into a sunny green grassland.

In the distance, a woman was galloping on a white horse. Because of the distance, she couldn't see her face clearly, but Karen felt that even if the distance was very close, she still couldn't see clearly, because the piece in the distance The area has a foggy feel to it.

This scene reminded Karen of the time when he and Eunice rode horses for a walk in Allen Manor.

Or, it may not be the scene, but the atmosphere that resembles it.

The professional habits of her previous life made Karen very interested in the details of other people's dreams, because people like to "lie" and "disguise" when they are awake, but in dreams, they often lose their defenses.

Karen hesitated for a moment, but turned over and jumped out of the window, landing on the grass.

In the distance, the figure riding a horse is no longer looming, and has become much clearer than before.

But the grass under Karen's feet began to become soft and gradually turned into a swamp, and Karen's feet had already sunk into it.

However, Karen did not choose to resist. Instead, he closed his eyes and fell backwards.

"Plop!"

The green swamp seemed to turn into a pond all of a sudden, and Karen was submerged in it.

"call……"

Without the feeling of drowning, let alone the suffocation of being buried alive, Karen felt that he had just turned over, and the green grass beneath him was once again, surrounded by the unique fragrance of spring.

Before Karen could stand up,

A pair of horseshoes appeared in his vision.

"Stranger, you have a feeling that I am very familiar with."

The young woman's voice came from above.

"I'm a doctor." Karen replied as she stood up, "If you feel familiar with me, it proves that you need me now."

"Hehe, what you mean is, am I sick?"

"if not?"

"You know, I never thought that a doctor would come here to see a doctor."

"I'll only be there when I'm needed."

"Well, doctor, please tell me, what's your name?"

"My name is Karen."

"Hmm, I've never heard of that name."

"Inmeles."

"Can you say that again!"

...

"Batta, Batta..."

Karen rolled in through the window and fell back to the ground with grass clippings on her body.

He began to pat his clothes habitually, and at the same time, he heard the sound of teeth grinding from under the bed behind him.

He turned around and looked, the expressions of the grandparent and grandson on the bed remained unchanged.

Karen walked to the bed again, raised his hand, and a chain of order flew out from his palm, circled around Philomena's body, and finally wrapped her smooth neck gently.

"Um?"

Karen was a little surprised. He believed that Philomena should have sensed the arrival of his breath. Logically speaking, she should take the initiative to let go of all instinctive resistance so that he could enter.

Now that she didn't respond at all, it could only mean one thing, in her dream, she had lost the dominance.

Karen closed his eyes, and the chain of order was withdrawn from Philomena's neck, and after circling in mid-air, it suddenly went down and directly penetrated Philomena's chest.

It was like when entering this dilapidated villa, there was a problem with the door lock. Although it was not locked, it could not be opened normally, so I had to kick it with my feet.

"boom!"

...

On the bed in the cabin, Philomena opened her eyes.

At the same time, my grandmother's voice came from my ear:

"It's a very exquisite log cabin, no wonder you have never had any requirements for your bedroom, and you don't like any toys. It turns out that in your dream, you actually have everything you should have in your bedroom.

It just looks a little naive and clichéd, like an illustration in a children's story book.

Ouch, I really didn't expect my granddaughter to be so big, but still act like a child. "

Withered hands fell on Philomena's face and stroked gently, and before she got up, her grandma got off the bed first.

Philomena immediately sat up.

"Huh?" Mrs. Fisher found the breakfast on the wooden table. She took the initiative to pick up a piece of bread and took a bite. "It tastes good."

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Fisher lowered her head.

She saw a face protruding from between her legs. It was a face exactly like her own. She was rubbing against her pant legs, sticking out her tongue, begging for food like a dog.

In fact, she is a dog.

"Hehe...hahahahahaha..."

Mrs. Fisher laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks.

She brought the slice of bread that she took a bite out of in front of the "self" under the table, and the "self" under the table immediately opened its mouth, took the slice of bread and started chewing and swallowing.

"It turns out that grandma has always been like this in your dream."

Philomena was silent.

"However, this doesn't surprise me. After all, it's my own granddaughter. I allow you to have a little temper of your own. After all, we are girls, so we should have the privilege to lose our temper a little bit, right?"

Mrs. Fisher turned her head and looked at Philomena who was sitting by the bed, "But it's still what I said before, childish, still childish."

A black spot appeared on Philomena's forehead, her neck was thrown back, and her fists were clenched.

Immediately afterwards, a gray halo overflowed from between her brows, and when she lowered her head again, her expression was much more lively than before.

She stood up and walked to her grandmother.

"Yes, you can break through my restriction, or you want me to enter your dream on purpose, but why bother?

After all, no matter what, I will choose to come in.

You don't understand your grandma, even though you have lived with me for so many years, you still don't understand me.

Do you know why you are naive?

In an adult's world, there shouldn't be pure love and hate, at least, it shouldn't be so straightforward and simple. "

Philomena shook her head, raised her hand, pointed at her grandma, and said calmly:

"But, this is a dream."

In an instant, strips of green vines stretched out from the cabin, and quickly climbed onto Mrs. Fisher's body, binding her.

Here is Philomena's own dream, in which she is supposed to have a higher initiative.

Philomena continued to raise her arms,

Mrs. Fisher was slowly hoisted up, her feet off the floor.

"Grandma, if reality and dreams are the same, both in a realistic and delicate style, then does the dream still have meaning?"

Philomena clenched her fists.

The vines tied to Mrs. Fischer's body began to penetrate into her body quickly, and the terrifying force made a depressing sound of rubbing at the joints of the vines.

But the expected scene of being crushed into a meat paste did not appear. After reaching a certain level of compression, everything seemed to fall into a dynamic stillness, and Mrs. Fisher did not show the slightest panic expression on her face.

"Childishness is the most ridiculous character in the world. Do you really think that in your dream, you are entitled to lie down and enjoy leisure?"

"Buzz!"

The vines burst, and the entire cabin began to tremble violently at this time. All the furnishings in the room began to shift, and even the table fell to the ground on its side, and the plates on it slid down and made a series of broken sounds.

In the wooden house, only Mrs. Fisher and Philomena remained standing steadily, as if their existence was completely unaffected by the surrounding environment.

Around the two of them, dense lines appeared, which began to expand outward like a spider's web.

They are of the same family, of the same blood, and Philomena was brought up by Mrs. Fisher, although her way of raising children is subject to criticism.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal for the two to have a dream duel in almost the same way.

With the passage of time, the grandparents and grandsons have covered their environment with lines, and the power between the two parties is intertwined. There is me in you and you in me, regardless of each other.

Then, Philomena moved, she spread out her left hand, and a spear of order was condensed in her hand. In a flash, she appeared in front of Mrs. Fisher, and the point of the spear directly pierced Mrs. Fisher's face. past.

For a moment, Mrs. Fisher's figure disappeared from the spot like the sound of leather being torn apart.

Philomena hurriedly followed and came outside the wooden house.

Mrs. Fisher landed in the vegetable garden, and Philomena was about to charge at her again, but she raised her hand to signal her granddaughter to look at the sky.

Philomena raised her head and looked towards the sky.

Earlier in the log cabin, I and my grandma competed for control over there, but they were actually evenly matched;

This can ensure that two people can fight equally under the same standard, otherwise, if one party dominates the dream, she will be the master and there is no way to fight at all.

But now, the sky has been completely covered by a huge spider web.

I was fighting with my grandma in the log cabin, but my grandma seemed to be teasing me with a finger, and at the same time completely covered and grasped the dreamland.

Philomena let out a long sigh of relief. She knew that there was a big gap between herself and grandma, but she really didn't expect it to be so big.

"I told you a long time ago that the ability given to you by your family blood is to allow you to turn your dreams into reality. You could have grown faster and more efficiently than others. What can you learn? Feeling everything is quick, because dreams can provide you with better conditions.

I was quite proud of you, my granddaughter, because you are good enough in my eyes.

Even if you told me that you met a man named Karen, at first you said he was the same as you, and later you said he was better than you, grandma thought it was normal.

In this world, there are always some true geniuses, they can rely on nothing, but they can shed their own brilliant brilliance in the starry sky, the person grandma has been talking about is like this.

But now, you let me see that you have always regarded this dream as a place to rest.

Hehehe...

Philomena Fisher, you have wasted... no, you have tarnished your talent and blood. "

Philomena asked back: "What's the point? Anyway, everything is made of clothes for you."

"You mean, did you give up?"

Philomena didn't speak, but her hands dropped down.

"If you really give up, grandma's disappointment today is really too much.

All right,

It's all over. "

Mrs. Fisher raised her hand, and a huge gray vortex appeared in the sky above, and a beam of light was condensing in the vortex, which represented the end of this dream, and it could also be called a replacement.

"All right."

A man's voice came.

Fisher turned his head and looked back. In the vegetable field behind him, a man and a woman appeared. One was his son and the other was his daughter-in-law.

"Hehehe, in your dream, did you also shape your parents, oh, what a little girl who will never grow up.

In addition, I am sorry to tell you that your father is well portrayed, but your mother does not have her temperament, and she is a bit beautified. "

"Mother." The man stared at Mrs. Fisher.

Mrs. Fisher frowned slightly, then she seemed to realize something, and said with a smile: "Hehe, my dog ​​son has been living in his daughter's dream."

"Mother, stop, everything should be over."

"You're like a dog, you don't deserve to stand and talk to me, I don't have a son like you."

Mrs. Fisher pointed her finger downwards, and the beam of light condensed from the sky directly shone on Philomena.

Philomena did not dodge, because here, there is no way to dodge.

However, after the light beam came down, Philomena still stood in the light beam smoothly without any change.

Instead, it was the man, who stretched out his hand and pushed the wife beside him away, and he began to melt like a wax figure placed under high temperature.

"Mother, it can be over."

The man walked towards Mrs Fisher as he melted.

Mrs. Fischer's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said, "It turns out that this is not the dream of my good granddaughter, but this is the dream your father wove for you."

"Yes, mother, this is my dream. Whatever you ask me to do in reality, I will let you do in my dream."

"You are really a good father."

"Mom, stop it."

The man fell to the ground, but crawled forward like a dog, and finally hugged Mrs. Fisher's legs tightly in his arms.

"Mother... stop it."

"It's impossible for me to stop. No one is qualified to order me to stop. I have been preparing for this day for so many years!"

The man's body was gradually turning into a puddle of mud, and this dream began to gradually darken.

Mrs. Fisher turned to Philomena: "My good granddaughter, where is your dream?"

"You're tired." Philomena said, "Perhaps, today can end. I want to hold a funeral for him."

"Look, it's naive again. In your eyes, he should have died a long time ago. In your cognition, there shouldn't be a role like a father. You don't need him!

Yes, I am tired, but because I am tired, I am even more unwilling to wait.

today,

I want to fulfill my wish, today, I will end the curse of the Fisher family!

It's rainy today,

I want it to be sunny tomorrow. "

Mrs. Fisher raised her arms: "Oh my God, don't let it get dark, and no one is allowed to leave until I say it's over."

Originally due to the demise of the man, the dream that would also follow the demise, because of Mrs. Fisher's control, forcibly interrupted the collapse.

At this moment, a man's face reappeared in the puddle of mud on the ground, and he shouted loudly:

"Nightmare Imprisonment!"

The surrounding spatial flow solidified at this moment.

This dream is now supported by Mrs. Fisher herself, so it is equivalent to Mrs. Fisher imprisoning herself.

"My dear son, well done."

As soon as Mrs. Fisher finished speaking, Philomena raised her hand, and a penetrating red color suddenly appeared on the wooden boards of the cabin behind her, turning into a stream of light, and rushed towards Mrs. Fisher.

"What is this?"

Although Mrs. Fisher couldn't move now, she still raised her hand in an attempt to form a barrier in front of her that was strong enough to resist the impact, because she instinctively sensed the horror of this force.

Although it is very weak, it is a power of another level!

On the island of sacrifices, the spirit of the Dark Moon Bone left part of her power in Philomena's dream, because she had discovered Philomena's secret and empathized with her.

At this moment, Philomena finally took out the gift she gave herself.

The red light beam penetrated all of Mrs. Fisher's defenses in an instant, and penetrated Mrs. Fisher's body almost without hindrance.

Mrs. Fisher bowed forward and opened her mouth.

"Ah... ah..."

Trilling sounds continued to come out of her throat, and red gaps appeared on her body, with faint fire lights appearing faintly inside.

The mud on the ground was completely spread out at this time, as if a tunnel had appeared, and the blackness inside was winding outward.

Mrs. Fisher instinctively lowered her head and looked at her feet.

Philomena appeared in front of Mrs. Fisher, patted her grandma's chest with one hand, and then fell backwards with her grandma, entering the black below.

...

"Buzz!"

Mrs. Fisher gradually got used to the darkness in front of her eyes, but it didn't make much sense, because there was nothing but darkness here.

"Is this your real dream?"

"Yes, Grandma."

Philomena's voice came out, it seemed to be above, and it seemed to be below. In short, it was floating in the air.

"So, what does this dream mean?"

"It doesn't make much sense. Since I was very young, you let me dream, but I have been troubled for a long time because I have no dreams to dream. My father led me into his dream while licking my hand.

But that's not mine, although I love it there.

In fact, in my dream, it has always been empty. I don't know what to fill in, and I don't know what is suitable for the outfit. Not only is there no suitable person, but even a suitable color, I can't find it. one.

But I like it here, here, I don't have to be watched by anyone, I can stay here as much as I want, without worrying about being disturbed.

Every time I go out from here, I will struggle for a long time, I will ask myself, how good is it here, why should I go out?

But I remember grandma, you said, treat reality as a dream, and dream as reality, yes, that's right.

If I don't go out to experience the horror of the nightmare, how can I understand the beauty lying here?

Every time, I go out with the mentality that I can be more excited and comfortable when I come back.

You are the first visitor, grandma. "

"I am very honored."

"Snapped!"

There was a bang, and a clear welt appeared on Mrs. Fisher's face.

But she was not angry, but said with a little excitement: "Hehe, my granddaughter, are you finally going to take action on your grandma?"

"This is you at your weakest, Grandma."

"Yes, you have made me very weak. My dog ​​son did not hesitate to use himself as a fire to lead the fire to me."

"Snapped!"

Another welt appeared on Mrs. Fisher's body, and her skirt at the shoulders fell off, revealing her shriveled body.

Mrs. Fisher became even more excited. She looked down at her body, raised her arms, and stroked her arms:

"Hey, you know, every time I see your body, I'm so envious, grandma.

Youth is something that everyone has had, and after having it, they are willing to regain it at all costs. "

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Welt marks appeared one after another on Mrs. Fisher's naked body, but she still stood there, like a rock in the sea, motionless.

"Hehehe..."

Finally, Mrs. Fisher laughed again, and she said, "Granddaughter, I gave you a chance, but you couldn't do it. Your teeth are still not sharp enough. Grandma is old, but you still can't chew it." I."

Mrs. Fisher stepped forward and stretched out her hand:

"Come out, my granddaughter."

A layer of gray flame rose from Mrs. Fischer's body, followed by a change in color, the original darkness began to be suppressed, and gray lines were gradually covered.

Although Mrs. Fischer has endured everything from weakness, killing moves, and traps, her foundation is still too deep.

In the darkness, Philomena's figure was forcibly pulled out, and she stood there naked with a serious expression on her face.

This is a desperate gap, like an ant's challenge to an elephant. Even if the elephant stepped into the "deep pit" dug by the ant in advance, what's the point?

"What a beautiful body, what a beautiful you, what a fascinating youth."

The flame on Mrs. Fischer's body is constantly rising, and her coverage of this dream is also increasing. It is only a matter of time before she can fully grasp it like the last dream.

After a brief silence, Philomena began to struggle.

she started screaming,

she started growling,

She became hysterical.

"Okay, very good, my granddaughter, how can you give up so easily, I thought you wouldn't be angry, but you will, hehehe.

alright,

When you were crying when you were a child, I never hugged you, nor did I want to coax you.

Now,

I want to coax you one last time, one last time.

can say that,

Let's make up for our grandparents' last regret, okay? "

Mrs. Fisher opened her arms, opposite, no matter how Filomina struggled, her body was still moving closer to her grandma.

In the shriveled and old body, a crack slowly appeared in the chest area, and the two ribs opened like the mouth of a bug, welcoming the arrival of the new life.

"It's over, honey."

"boom!"

Like something was kicked open.

Immediately afterwards,

"Clatter..."

The dense chains moved quickly, directly wrapping Philomena's body, and at the same time, there was another chain between Philomena and Mrs. Fisher.

Behind it, Karen's figure appeared.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Karen put her palm to her mouth and started coughing.

Originally, he wanted to say something, but now, the injury to his soul still made him cough.

I knew that before I entered the door, no, before I sat on that chair in the living room, I should have smoked a few more cigarettes, or put the tobacco leaves directly in my mouth.

Either way, it's better than having to cough in a dream.

Mrs. Fisher tilted her head, looking at Karen very puzzled and curious:

"How...how did you get in?"

Karen stopped coughing and said, "Just come in like this."

"Hehe." The mouthparts on Mrs. Fisher's chest began to gradually shrink, and finally the two ribs returned to her chest. "That's great, and I can add another plate of pre-dinner snacks."

"Hmm." Karen gently raised his hand, and the chain of order wrapped around Philomena behind him exerted force instantly, only a "bang" was heard, and Philomena's confinement was directly broken.

"team leader……"

Philomena walked to Karen's side, took a step forward, and stood in front of Karen.

"Ahem..."

Karen coughed again, and after the cough was over, he habitually wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and said:

"No rules, stand behind."

Philomena was stunned for a moment, but she still chose to step back and stood by Karen's side.

"Deaf?"

Philomena stepped back again and stood behind Karen.

And this scene, all fell into the eyes of Mrs. Fisher, she said:

"It seems that my granddaughter really listens to you."

"I'm her boss after all."

"Sometimes, it's not easy for a woman to meet a man who is willing to listen to him."

"You're off topic, old lady." Karen sighed, "Let me help you."

"Help me? What are you talking about?"

"You understand." Karen smiled, "Helping you out."

"Okay, very good, I hope you have the confidence to say this."

"You won't be disappointed."

"Then... let's see."

Mrs. Fisher reached out to grab Karen.

For a moment, Karen felt as if an invisible giant hand was approaching him.

The chains of order began to move, like spears, directly hitting the surroundings, and then collectively exerted force to help Karen support the surrounding situation.

But soon, more majestic pressure came, doubling the strength at the beginning... and then doubling again.

The chains of order began to break one by one, and the terrifying and invisible crush began to continue to attack Karen.

Here, after all, is not Karen's own consciousness space, this is Philomena's dreamland, and Mrs. Fisher is not entering his home field, so in this situation, Karen can actually use not many effective coping methods.

However, Karen did not panic, but looked at the back of his hand.

Although he didn't want to use that thing, there was no way. At present, the most suitable thing to use here was the sickle.

Fortunately, this time I don't have to cut myself with a sickle.

...

In reality, Karen was sitting on a chair in the living room, and the mark of [Scythe of War] on the back of his hand began to flicker.

...

The phantom of [Scythe of War] reappeared, and when it appeared, Karen felt a severe pain in his soul.

And this war scythe subconsciously wanted to get closer to him, probably because it didn't hack it to death last time, and when it came again this time, it wanted to finish what it did last time.

Karen immediately tried to control it, forcibly changed its trajectory, and let it fall towards Mrs. Fisher.

"Buzz!"

"puff……"

Mrs. Fisher's body was cut with a horrible wound. On her shoulder, flesh and blood flew, and bones were exposed.

"ah……"

Mrs. Fisher turned her head and looked at the wound on her shoulder. Instead, a smile appeared on her face, and she voluntarily shouted:

"Come on, let's go on."

"OK."

Karen controlled [Scythe of War] again and launched a second attack.

"Buzz!"

Another horrific wound appeared on Mrs Fisher.

"Come, come again!"

"Ahem..."

Karen continued to manipulate while coughing violently.

Compared with Philomena's offensive, Karen borrowed the power of [Scythe of War] to cause much greater damage.

"Not enough, come again, I want to see how many times you can chop it off!"

After chopping down continuously, Mrs. Fisher's body has become very distorted. Now she is more like a white bone with some meat hanging on it, including her face, and only half of the skin is left. arrive.

On Karen's side, the soul has already started to convulse.

"You can't do it, I haven't been hacked to death, you are already going to be unable to hack."

Karen replied: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't been injured before, I could have cut a few more times. Now...my injury is too involved, and it really affects my performance."

"Don't make excuses, since you've come in, I can't let you go."

The two ribs on Mrs. Fisher's chest opened again, revealing the hideous mouthparts.

At the same time, Karen himself was drawn over.

"don't want!"

Philomena yelled, wanting to stop her grandma from devouring the captain, but before she could, the captain's figure passed through her sight like the wind and appeared in front of her grandma.

"Young man, you have always reminded me of someone I have missed for decades."

Karen responded: "Trust me, he doesn't miss you, I swear."

"Hehe, it seems that your mouth is very hard."

"My chest is harder." Karen pointed to her own chest, and then to Mrs. Fisher's open chest.

Bone spurs sprang out from Mrs. Fisher's body, aimed at Karen's chest, and stabbed directly.

"ah!!!"

Karen let out a cry, it was really painful, and it was really painful.

...

In reality, Karen, who was sitting on a chair in the living room on the first floor, made a piercing rubbing sound on his chest, and the red light began to flicker. His ribs, after all, were the place where he first absorbed the bone of the dark moon, but now, the blood began to gurgle out.

The puppets around were watching all this very quietly.

...

The red flames were released from Karen's chest, and began to cover Mrs. Fisher's body, and her bones also began to melt.

In the last dream, Philomena used the ray of power left by the bone spirit of the dark moon to penetrate Mrs. Fisher's defense, but on the sacrifice island, the one who really got the inheritance of the dark moon It's him Karen.

"Kach... Kacha... Kacha..."

Intensive cracking sounds began to be heard, and cracks appeared on Mrs. Fisher's bones.

Karen is also under tremendous pressure. He has even sensed the distortion of his own soul. The already injured soul is now more like being torn apart forcefully.

Philomena rushed forward, but an invisible barrier blocked her, preventing her from entering, although she knew that even if she could enter, she had no power to stop her.

At this moment, what Alfred said to herself before departure suddenly appeared in her mind:

"You should dedicate your loyalty to the young master."

Death is so close to me.

Karen seemed to have seen himself slipping towards the darkness of eternal fall, but even at this moment, he still rejected the hands that grabbed him in the black mist;

Just like the last time they showed up to help him suppress his hunger, now they are waiting for their call.

When people are confused and weak, they always look for spiritual sustenance, which is faith.

But Karen pushed their hands away,

unnecessary.

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Fisher's skull was cracked.

She looked at the young man in front of her and said mockingly, "You're talking big."

Karen laughed too.

Mrs. Fisher let go of her hand, and at the same time, the bone spurs that had pierced Karen's body began to withdraw, and Karen's consciousness began to fall.

"team leader!"

"I didn't kill him. What are you in a hurry for? Kill him. When the new you walk out of this house, who will take you to work? Hehehe."

Filomina's eyes turned black, and two black leather whips appeared on her arms, and she lashed down at her grandmother.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Mrs. Fisher shook her head: "You are still too weak. No, it's not your fault. I'm too strong."

Immediately afterwards, she grabbed forward with both hands, and her whole body appeared in front of Philomena in an instant. The bone spurs opened completely, sealing Philomena directly in her "body".

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The sound of bone piercing into the flesh, the current Mrs. Fisher has established a fusion channel with Philomena, and no matter how much Philomena struggles, she still cannot change this process.

Originally, it should be like this.

But the process stopped at the most unexpected moment.

Everything around seemed to have fallen into silence.

"Do you know why grandma and I are so powerful?"

Mrs. Fisher looked down at her granddaughter "in her arms".

Philomena did not answer.

"Did you see Darius, he looks in good spirits, he looks like he has successfully absorbed the curse, hehe, but I know, he failed, he wanted to lie to me, how could I be such an easy person to lie to? ?

Do you know why I can see it?

Darius is my guinea pig,

But what I want to test is not the digestion of curses...

Because I digested the curse long before him, long, long ago...

It's just that the curse is too powerful, it's like a hard eggshell, it's so hard to break, but fortunately, now it's finally broken open, and the egg white can finally drip out. "

Mrs. Fisher opened her arms, hugged Philomena tenderly through the bone spur:

"Curse, grandma has already carried it down for you;

Now,

Grandma wants to give you,

is a blessing. "