Whispering Verse

"Sir...I actually know a very good psychiatrist, do you need me to introduce you?"

Even though he was horrified, Xia De still asked politely. The man in the wine-red formal suit on the opposite side is most likely the [Mercury Blood] ring warlock that Miss Anat mentioned just now. He had just heard the news and was caught when he turned around. His luck seemed to have really run out.

But there was no panic, Xia De understood what he was going to do.

"No, I was looking for you, this book told me."

The man shook the small book in his hand to Xia De. The book was only about the size of a palm. Small books of this size are usually used by people traveling for entertainment.

The cover of the book is like crumpled leather, with nothing but the title and a sentence. Of course, Shad had never seen the language used in the title and sentences of the book, but he still deciphered it:

【"Puppeteer's Playbook"】

【Perhaps people think that they can control their fate, but they don't know that all of this is already in fate. 】

"Need I introduce you?"

The middle-aged man was shaking the book in his hands. He was still sitting at the stone table, at least ten steps away from Xia De on the edge of the grape trellis, but Xia De did not dare to escape at all:

"Our partner [Blood Spirit School] has not sent anyone over for the time being, but only sent the angel-level relic [Puppeteer's script] they found from the 'delivery room'. Of course, this is not the complete script, it is just divided, A part of the script that can be used ten times, I think it is classified as a secret keeper. It is said that it was written by a crazy puppeteer in the chaotic era of the Fourth Age, but the parts that people get are all blank. In very strict Under the conditions, you can use your own blood to write content on the page, pay the price, and influence reality.”

He explained like a chatterbox, looking at Xia De with his eyes, and Xia De looked at his scorched left arm.

The detective wanted to back away, but the numbness of his scalp made him dare not move.

"You don't believe it? Although the people from [Blood Spirit School] haven't arrived yet, it is enough to have this. It is fate that favors [Blood of Mercury], and our goal will definitely be achieved. Maybe you think that the synthesis of Blood of Mercury It's crazy, but with this, it's not unreal, and it's handy for finding things."

This matched Old John's intelligence, and that of the stingy shopkeeper was absolutely correct.

The man motioned for Xia De to sit opposite him, but Xia De did not move:

"So, what does this have to do with me?"

He felt his head running wildly, thinking of ways to escape.

The man is still babbling, as if he has prepared these words for a long time:

"Not long ago, the [Statue of the Old God "Vampire Duke Rael"] was stolen as one of the synthesis necessities of [Blood of Mercury]. We tried to retrieve the statue through the pages of the script, but we did not expect the statue to last. Some were too strong to be affected by an incomplete script, and Peter the Short Mouse died because of the search.

So, I wanted to take a step back and find and punish the guy who found the statue, but in rare cases, when I wrote the ending of death for you, I failed to write it. "

Xia De heard the woman in his heart laughing.

The man in the wine-red formal suit waved his scorched left arm to Shad:

"When I was about to finish writing that sentence, a drop of blood accidentally dripped from the wound on my finger during the writing process, changing the written text. [Relic] does not accept alteration, so it automatically modifies the smeared place, becoming Pay the price for me, let you seem to be favored by the old gods of fate before midnight tonight."

Among the five righteous gods, none of them takes "fate" as their main priesthood. Therefore, the "God of Destiny" that ring magicians usually call is the old **** who has fallen.

The smile on his face became distorted, it was a kind of hatred turned into a long-term hostility to the enemy. Although Shad didn't even know this person existed a few minutes ago, the struggle between the two has been going on for several rounds:

"You are so lucky, young man, can you tell me how you let that drop of blood drip? The silver-eyed man asked me to look for the lost statue. Do you know how much I paid for you?"

The man's voice gradually became deep and depressed, but Xia De still didn't speak. He really didn't expect that someone would hate him so deeply.

"I've been looking for you tonight, through the book's eighth chance, to increase the likelihood of our meeting. But you're so lucky tonight, and I'm curious why you're running around when you're here for the party ?”

Although the man in the wine red suit has a distorted expression, his puzzled tone is not a disguise:

"I set up multiple locations for you and went to find you, but you kept moving, even running around the stables, and I almost got into a fight with someone. You really came to the banquet, not Are you here for the race?"

Xia De opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, he couldn't explain this matter.

"When I play Rhodes Card here, it should be your chance, right?"

He panicked, but his tone remained calm. Escaping seems impossible, but maybe you can use the spell [False Immortality] to pretend to be dead to get away with it.

"But there are too many people here. For the [Lord of the Blood Feast]'s advent ceremony, I can't disturb the Orthodox Church before the ceremony...Your luck is so good that I almost When I caught you, I frequently met with the Orthodox Church's ring warlock team. Young gentleman, do you know how much I paid for your good luck tonight?"

His tone suddenly became indifferent~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He shook his sleeve to cover his scorched left arm, and looked at Xia De with yellow eyes like snake creatures:

"Look, you came to see me after all. Luck is just luck after all, and what I have is power! Damn it, in a moment, I must see what your heart looks like! Do you know how much I have paid for you?"

This kind of statement made Xia De's scalp tingle.

The man put the little book on the stone table, and motioned for Xia De to sit opposite him.

Of course Xia De didn't want to do this, but as the man's more and more terrifying aura emerged, blood-red chains seemed to dance behind him. The chain twisted and wriggled like a snake, and the tingling feeling in his heart forced Xia De to move to another stone bench next to the stone table.

The man in the burgundy suit was not like a human being, but gave him a wild and dangerous feeling like a wild animal. The current situation is almost a dead end.

"Still too weak..."

The oppressive atmosphere made him breathless, but there was no despair in his heart. He would never lose faith in survival until the last moment.

"Okay, sir, take out all the [relics] on your body. Take your time and don't act rashly."

After Xia De sat down, the man said, and then took out the pen on his chest:

"There are still two chances left in the script, for you, I am willing to waste one chance. But I will not pay the price, let you die directly, I will make you feel more pain!"

He took off the pen cap and wrote on the [Puppeteer's Script], and read out the content while writing, as if he was reciting a poem:

"Oh, the man on the other side,

Please give up your arms.

disarm,

throw away strength,

you,

will have nothing. "