Esther doesn't believe in miracles.

When she was still Li Xing, she had very bad luck. The lucky moments that came closest to her winning the jackpot were fraudulent phone calls and shopping mall promotions. She has never experienced "lucky", but she has not experienced "unfortunate" either.

Her life was ordinary with ups and downs, but she always maintained peace, so she had never seen anything that could be related to a "miracle".

For Li Xing, getting rewards for your efforts is the essence of the balance of luck.

And now.

It was difficult for Esther's wound to bleed out. After the Möbius strip in the air took on its shape, it suddenly emitted a gentle light. It was completely different from the light when the "Sun Flame Spell" was detonated. This kind of light was gentle. It must be like a swaying willow, constantly sweeping away the tracks that things should have.

It also exudes majestic power, constantly creating ripples in the air, and even has the potential to tear apart the spiritual world.

The heart surrounded by a large group of light spots was originally just in the state before the collapse, but as the symbol outlined by blood appeared, it was pulled by the "restart", flew out of the silver box, and was hit by the light spots. Drag towards Dunn's chest.

Dunn, who had fallen backward, suddenly stagnated in the air before landing. Then, as if he had entered a slow-motion movie played in reverse, he floated up frame by frame and returned to his original standing position, but his eyes were still closed. , unaware of everything happening in the outside world.

The heart happened to be filled into Dunn's empty chest, and the light spots clustered around it buzzed at the same time, uniformly emitting fluctuations of the same amplitude, triggering a chain of tiny explosions. After each explosion, flowers of flesh and blood suddenly grew out, blooming in the gap between the heart and the mouth of the heart. They continued to grow and connect, highlighting the depression when the fingers were inserted, and then gradually smoothed the gap.

Esther's hair was only pure silver, and even a few strands of silver hair fell directly from her forehead after shrinking and withering. Her mood became more open-minded. If the price of the miracle was just baldness, that would be fine.

But this optimism was fleeting. After Dunn's chest recovered to the point where the wound could not be seen, Esther felt relieved and could no longer support such extraordinary power that far exceeded her limit.

The symbols condensed by blood disintegrated into scattered light spots and disappeared into the air. Esther had no energy left to summon those light spots back. They exploded one after another, making a series of "crackling" sounds like exploding pods, and disappeared directly.

Such cracking sounds sounded in Esther's head at the same time, and each blow seemed to explode part of her flesh and blood. Although there was no sign of any external damage, Esther's eyes dimmed instantly, and her entire face The aura of death is getting stronger and stronger.

Her figure shook and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Esther's sanity was still there. She instinctively raised her heavy arms so that she could kneel down, instead of smashing her head and leaving two more bloody wounds on her forehead or face.

"Esther, you-cough!"

Klein's words suddenly stopped. He lowered his head blankly and saw a pale palm. This palm came directly from his chest. The bright red blood stained on it was Klein's.

The severe pain and weakness caused Klein's body to fall softly to the side. He could no longer make any unnecessary movements, but even though his vision was blurred, he still stared in Esther's direction.

And... there are other enemies... Run away, Esther... Li Xing! Run away quickly!

Esther heard Klein's cry that something was not right. Every time she took a breath, her mind would explode with pain. Her left eye was so blurred by blood and tears that she couldn't see clearly. Only her right eye was still strangely preserved. With clear vision.

Esther struggled to hold up half of her body and turned her head back. She was horrified to see the large blood stains on Klein's chest and corners of his mouth, and his figure lying among the rubble.

[Zhou Mingrui! ? ]

The shiny leather shoes in front of him and Esther's scream in his ears were the last things Klein accepted.

No light lit up around Esther. No matter how she called, the light group in her mind remained dead due to excessive consumption.

Klein fell down, naturally revealing the murderer behind him - a middle-aged man with short dark blond hair neatly tucked behind his ears. He was wearing a slim and tight black double-breasted dress. His face was straight and solemn, with no trace of emotion on his face. Not a single wrinkle, like a sculpture without emotion. One of this man's eyes was half-squinted and shrunken, while the other eye was filled with a turbid, almost black, dark blue, like a gloomy and silent deep sea, indifferently drowning the innocent people it swallowed.

Esther's eyes widened and she stared at this man. To be more precise, it was the quill that he put in his arms - that was the source of the sense of dissonance between all fates. She felt the twisted fate. With the power, he is the real culprit behind the scenes!

The man leaned down and picked up the silver box containing many ashes from the ground.

Esther raised her head and tried to remember this man's appearance more deeply. The hatred in her eyes almost turned into an invisible knife chiselling into the man's face.

This disgusted the man, so he stepped hard on Esther's head, forcing half of her head into the broken bricks.

His hoarse and deep voice sounded: "Trying to become a human being is a blasphemy to this world by your existence. If it weren't for being too excited and writing too much, I really didn't expect that the church would be willing to take in a 'thing' like you. It's really It’s chilling. Don’t worry, neither the gates of hell nor heaven will be opened by soulless abandoned objects.”

Esther sneered, and her muffled voice came from under the man's feet: "But I know that the crazy, painful, futile hell will always be open to you! Your future will always be there! "

The man raised his slightly pale hand, and his joints lengthened and closed, quickly condensing into a slender white bone blade.

Esther couldn't see this scene, and even if she saw it, she wouldn't stop saying: "You will definitely die miserably! The peak you dream of climbing will always fall into the gutter! You will always be someone who is spurned by others. Loser! You despicable—"

The bone blade was raised high and then swung down suddenly, piercing Esther's voice and her little vitality.

All the curse-like words stopped, and only the faint sunlight filtered in from the broken ceiling, shining on the man's back.

The man weighed the box in his hand, and the bone blade slowly turned into a palm stained with blood and brains. He shook it twice casually and looked at Dunn, who was still breathing. His eyes stared regretfully at the damage to Dunn's chest. clothes and exposed intact chest.

"It's such a pity that a 'sealed object' of this level cannot be used by me, so I have to get rid of you."

The man frowned impatiently and turned to the distant place where the noise came from. The spirit he placed there to be on guard sent a signal. It was impossible for a battle of that magnitude not to attract other official Beyonders. After receiving requests for help and crossing the city area where they were stationed, they finally rushed over.

The man decisively left the scene with the silver box he had obtained, and pressed the feather in his arms that was trembling with excitement harder.