Portia was terrified.

For the first time, she was put on the neck with a dagger.

I feel like I will die the next moment.

In fact, this is the reaction of ordinary people.

At the dinner table, Portia kept staring at Refra.

"What are you doing? Do you still want to try to attack me?" Refra asked.

"Revra, did you kill someone with that?"

Zivra thought for a while, then shook her head: "No, in fact this trick is not easy to use."

Zeffra killed people, but not many.

A few years ago, she rushed into a group of nests that believed in dragons as their gods.

At that time, three people were killed.

That was her only time.

After all, Zebra is a dragon slayer, not a real killer.

"How did you see the thing I let out ... that anger."

Refra shook her head: "It's not about looking, it's about perception."

"Perception? Which sensory organ is used?"

Zevra found that discussing this topic with Portia was completely playing the piano with cattle.

"Portia, when did you have this ability?"

"This morning."

"Well, got it, take a break early tonight." Revela got up.

"We haven't finished our dinner yet, would you let me rest early?"

At this time, Zeffra pulled a box from the side cabinet.

Portia had seen this box several times, but he was not too relieved.

After all, Zephra hadn't been hidden, so Portia didn't think there was anything in this suitcase.

However, when Zebra opened the suitcase.

Portia was startled, with all kinds of firearms, sabers, grenades, and some strange, incomprehensible instruments.

"What ... what is this for?"

"It might be a little troublesome tonight." Zebra is not so sure.

She didn't know how to tell whether Portia was the first night or the second and third night.

This kind of thing is still more professional.

However, Refra did not want to find Chen Luo.

And it's still Portia's business.

If Chen Zuo knew, Portia had intended to attack him.

The ghost knows whether Chen Luo will throw Portia into the Amazon rain forest.

Refra had no doubt whether Chen Zuo would do so.

"Are you sure you want to rob the bank?" Portia looked at what Zeffra took out.

And Zeffra also began to fight firearms and install barrels.

After this series of operations, Portia's scalp looked numb.

"None of the banks have money from our boss's family ... well, it's more practical to rob the bank."

Zeffra occasionally makes such a joke.

"In short, you go to bed early tonight, and when you sleep, nothing will happen."

"Are you serious? Am I in trouble?"

"Small problems, I will solve them."

"What's wrong with me? I don't have any enemies? The biggest enemy is our boss."

"You made a mistake, it's not called an enemy, it's called a creditor." Zhe Fu La sat down on the spot, it seemed that this posture was more comfortable: "Help me bring the box under the kitchen cabinet ... Yes, please light take."

"What's inside?"

"You must not want to know." Refra said.

"Then if I accidentally get heavy ... will it explode?"

"No, but something bad will happen."

When Zevra opened the box, Portia discovered that the box was filled with bottles and jars.

There are various liquids in it, and Portia thought it would be a chemical liquid.

However, Zevra directly opened one of the bottles, wiped the mouth with his finger, and licked it with his finger.

"Um ... not bad."

"What kind of water is this? Can you drink it?"

"Holy water."

"Hehe ..." Portia smelled it, and apparently didn't believe Refra.

"What is this bottle? Coke?"

Gevla took a look and quickly grabbed the bottle in Portia's hands.

Although this is bottled with Coke.

But the black liquid inside is not Coke.

"This can't be put in the mouth. In addition, don't get in the way here, many things here are dangerous."

"You also put this in your mouth, you tell me danger? Where is the danger?"

"This is Necrosis Liquid, if you don't want to go crazy, it's better to stay away from it."

Portia was very interested: "So what is the principle of soaking the bullet in Coke? Can you make the bullet more powerful?"

"I said, this is not Coke, but Necromancer. Necromancer is highly toxic to all living creatures, even spirits are highly toxic. Ordinary bullets can cause great trauma to spirits when soaked in Necrotic Liquid. "

"Okay, Necromancer, how does this Necromancer taste?"

Zephra rolled her eyes and said, "Point your index finger to your eyebrows and look carefully at the bottle."

"What's the point of doing this?" Portia didn't understand it, but she did.

But the next moment, she saw in the bottle, as if there were thousands of empty faces, howling and struggling in the bottle.

"Ah ... what is this?"

"It seems that you already understand." Zebra pulled back the bottle.

"What the **** is this?" Portia asked with a pale face and a lingering fear.

"You don't want to know the refining process." Refra said indifferently.

"Okay, it seems that I need to sleep, and my head hurts a little." Portia rubbed his brow and returned to his room.

...

Portia lay in bed early.

With the clouds in front of him, Portia suddenly sat up from the bed.

She found that the floor beside the bed was covered with flowers.

The whole room was filled with strong floral fragrance.

"Dream?" Portia was puzzled.

No, if it is in a dream, it is impossible to realize that you are dreaming.

Portia shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

But the surrounding walls and floors are still colorful.

Portia pinched the back of his hand, no pain?

Really dreaming.

boom--

Suddenly, a gunshot exploded in the ear.

Portia was startled and suddenly opened her eyes.

Then I found myself still lying in bed.

And on his body, a child is sitting.

The child had only half of his head, and black liquid was pouring through the gap in his head.

"Ah ..." Portia screamed.

The next moment, a foot kicked the child who pressed against Portia.

"Portia, you better calm down." Refra's voice came.

Portia looked at Gefula next to him: "Gefula ... what's going on? What happened?"

At the moment, Zephra was fully armed, and the pistol in his hand was still smoking.

It seemed that she had blown away half of the head of the strange child.

"We may be in trouble," Refra said.

"Trouble? What trouble? That kid ..."

"That is the spirit of nightmares, that is, a kind of nightmare. You see it as a child, but it is presented to you. It will be displayed in everyone's dream with the most harmless appearance, but you certainly don't want See its true appearance. "

"What is the trouble you said? That nightmare spirit?"