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"If you want to come to me, come to me!" Spella, wearing a pointed hat, brandishing a broom in her hand, was pulled by a group of people and tied to the torture rack. But this did not stop Spella from speaking, staring at the blue figure that was constantly penetrated and embedded by the people who were binding him. "Now I am talking to the air like a lunatic!"

"You are a lunatic." The cyan figure walked around the torture table, "so it was tied to a pillar and burned to death."

Crackling, cheap colored lights began to shine from under the torture platform, while being wrapped around Spira's body. The bound Siberian rolled her eyes, lifted her breath, and then "Ah!" Sharp as if he were going to die, "You will pay the price! I curse you! Curse this land! You will all die !!" With a pair of eyes, he looked at the bewildered audience under the stage, "You! You! I saw it! I saw it! Your death! In my eyes !!!"

Are the people on stage looking at each other, "Uh, what kind of performance is this?"

"Salem's Witch Trial ..."

"Oh ... It's weird, let's go, I heard there was a colonial war over there ..."

"Uh ... I don't know ... It seems that the In'an people are" bullyed "by outsiders ... let's go play games."

"Yes!"

Spira's head was raised, and the corner of her mouth was twisted. She twisted her body and flicked the lantern and rope wrapped around her body. She jumped from the fire platform and looked at the blue figure. The black witch who was burnt to death during the show. "Too lazy to walk to the torture table.

"I've been around Paisin for most of the day. Where did you go? Er, before you came here to play, hey, black witch."

"Lab." Behind the torture stand was the barbecue stall. Spella stood beside her husband, Keden, and pointed at the almost barbecue, the meaning was obvious.

"Uh, where is your laboratory?" The blue figure, naturally Sloan, and of course, the ghost knows where his body is. But looking at the impatience on his blue face, and looking around, it should be signalling that Siberia went to a hidden place to speak. For example, the laboratory.

"Humph." Spella took the large roast of roast meat. "As if I would tell you." Sloan looked up and down, meaning, soul walker, it's hard to guard--

Do you still remember Sloan ’s special skills? The things that Sloan got can instantly cross the space and even the world (Sloan did it when he saved Lips and brought back Lipura in his dream) To Sloan's body ~

Spella simply built her laboratory underground, how could you let this kind of thing into her laboratory.

Cyan Sloan ripped the corner of his mouth, "If I were to steal your things, I would have stolen. But I am not right, hide myself in the sanitarium ..." Not Grand Vampire ... "

Spira's eyes twitched, and the roast was thrown back to Corden. "No life!" Turned around and left, "Do you have anything, Soul Walker?" Not to do anything, go back to the torture platform, and grab it again In front of the broomstick that was thrown away when he was bound, he stood imposingly on the edge of the torture platform, staring at a group of people coming from afar.

"Uh ... what are you doing?"

Silbera didn't look at Sloan, and continued to look at the gang of people who came over, er, a group of guys carrying plastic shields and waving foam swords.

"Clear secrets!" Spella shouted to the gang.

"If the night conceals people's eyes, the sharp blade in the hands of the assassin is the key to unlocking the treasure! If you find the assassin's warrior, you will be rewarded!" The man, uh, Fitz shouted. (Zack ’s role is assassin)

"Congratulations! Warriors! You have cleared the dungeon!" Spira took off the pointed hat on her head, took a long time in it, took out a piece of paper, and followed the practice, "As the first team to clear customs , You get a private customized perfume package provided by Xinyue (Maggie), please go to the East Conference Hall to pick it up. "Put back the note, bring back your hat, glance at the person in front of you," Still doing what, go Receive the prize! "

The crowd went away again.

Spella jumped out of the torture platform again, and went back to the barbecue stall. "Isn't it cooked now!" Spella looks busy.

"Scorched."

"It's whatever you want." Spella took the blackened barbecue and began to `` enjoy ''.

It was cyan Sloan, and his face seemed to be covered with a veil. "Liep is dead. I think I should tell you, personally."

The plastic table fork pierced the disposable paper tray while trying to pierce the burnt black meat. Spira looked at Sloan, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Huh, let's not laugh, the Mormon can't die."

"Yes, but he is the same as dead. He is in an isolated world where there is no dream, no reality, no illusion, no time, and nothing to do with everything. He can't get out."

"Well, how do you know there is such a world?" Spira should feel like asking a powerful question, "Have you been? Huh."

"Part of me, I can't come back."

Spella frowned, not knowing that the leaky dinner plate had gravy on her hands, or was it something else, "Then how did you go?"

"The point is not how I went, but how the world came about ..."

Interrupted, Spella shook her gravy-stained hands. "If you want to discuss serious issues with me, I said, come here in person. I'm not interested in discussing things with, hum, part."

"I can't." Cyan Sloan pouted, "I can't leave where I am now."

"The place that cannot be separated is ..."

"No. Rupert's home. His condition is very poor, because he did not keep the third" Colt ", Zac died. And at the same time," Colt "also disappeared, no one knows Where did Allen with 'Colt' go? "His face became somber," The worst case is that he went to Newton ... "

"Oh, what newton do you care about." Spella tilted her head sideways. "When did you come back? Do you have any idea of ​​what Button did?"

"Nuo told me. Zac was going to face Toledo at the Feast, and they were in Barton." He didn't know what he wanted to express, "Uh. Knowing what Zack is doing, it's the case for Barton. Complete it. Gee. "Hee again.

Spira's complexion turned around once-when Sloan's words just fell, it seemed to open his mouth instinctively, but then he closed it instantly, somberly, and continued to poke holes in the plate. Silent for a while, "What do you want!"

"Originally I just wanted to personally inform you of Lip's 'death'. At least he used to be Barton's soul and was also alien. He also regarded you as a friend. Now, on Nuo's side, I almost completed the things in Barton, I want you 'S help, help me recycle the third' colt '. "

Spella didn't respond and glanced at the time, "You have ten minutes, and the next Salem Witch Trial still has ten minutes."

"Uh, okay." Sloan could only follow Silbera, "I know from Nuo, everyone in Patton already knows the third 'colt', right." It is inexplicable again. Hey. The vampires who lived for four centuries were killed by individuals in their own homes ... "

"You still have five minutes." It was reported.

Sloan froze for a moment. When did the time really fly? "Uh." It should also be realized that Siberia did not want to hear any comments about Zac's death. What other than obedience, Sloan sorted out what he wanted to say, "Nuo also told me that he kept his promise , Did not tell others how the third "colt" appeared. "

Spira looked up at Sloan at this time, "So you are going to stare at him at Nuo's house? Worried that he will be caught by an alien?"

Sloan waved his hand. "Not worried. Someone has already gone to him. The purgatory's gatekeeper, Leo, was ousted by me. There are still some who spy on in secret. Everyone wants to know the third one. How did the 'T' appear. There is also a part to ask Grande ... "

"three minutes."

"Uh, what's wrong with you! If I remember correctly, you hate Zac!" Sloan was impatient.

"One minute."

"You are unreasonable!"

Spella gave up the barbecue, casually wiped her hand on the hat, returned to the torture table, and made a gesture, "Start!"

"Uh!" Cyan Sloan followed Silbera, pointing to the empty seat under the stage. "No one!"

Whoever cares about this cyan phantom that is not here at all, a group of people have surrounded Spella waving his broom.

Sloan stepped back silently for two steps, not because he minded being overwhelmed, but mindful of this inexplicable exclusion.

"You blocked me." A voice appeared at the corner of the torture platform.

Sloan looked back in surprise, thinking that only Siberia and Corden could see him here.

The speaker was Ike, yes, he died once, and is now the saint ’s angel, Camille ’s container. Although the tone is a bit cold, but with a smile on his face, it is very strange.

"who are you??"

"You don't need to know. No one is, but you block me." He said, and moved to the side, smiling as he watched the scene where Spira was tied to the torture rack.

Sloan frowned, raising his hand and brushing on Ike, "You are a container, an angel. Are you a saint?"

Ike didn't answer, and continued on the edge of the torture stand, smiling at everything that was born on the torture stand.

Sloan pursed his lips, "Are you also performing any role?" I can only think of it that way.

"Yep."

"Who? Onlookers, huh, the crowd cursed by the black witch!"

"No, I play Zack." Slan glanced his eyes. "Don't you know, Salem's trial is a scene planned by Zachary Toledo for the black witch. Putting the black witch hard Surviving Salem turned into a haven for the black witch and continues to the present. "Ike took his gaze and continued to smile." Now, don't disturb my Zac to enjoy his work. "

Sloan's face was sullen and disappeared for a short while. Back to the body.

Connaught's home.

Confirming that Nuo was still squatting in the bathtub, Sloan sat restlessly on the sand.

"Do you need some tea? Sir?" Fat maid Muna.

"No, thanks." Sloan turned on the TV. My mood has n’t changed because I ’m reporting on Barton ’s cultural feast, the carnival. What's worse is that the colonial war should be a large-scale performance. Salem's witch trial can perform several back and forth. The colonial war ended and entered the process of federal independence. Sloan saw thirteen people on the edge of the stage, selected by someone who kept smiling, and finally split apart.

"Huh! What's this! Barton finally had a cultural event to commemorate the guy who was killed by humans!"

Naturally, with an irritable complaint, it was the blue figure who had stood up from the sand. The body, already leaning his head, continue to press hard to change the channel.

"This is actually ..." An unfamiliar voice from nowhere, "Very, well, very heartwarming ~"

"Who is speaking?!"

It's not Sloan. What Sloan did was instantly pull the two themselves apart, guarding to maximize their vision.

"Who is talking? !!!" The panic voice came out of Muna's mouth again.

The third time she failed to ask, Muna fell to the ground. After her wide, fallen body, a stranger appeared.

Leather boots with rivets, open leather coats, and hands full of tiger fingers that could hardly tell whether they were a weapon or rings, wiped the blood from the black lips. The red eyes, lifted up in the darkened black circles, "Interesting, Soul Walker."

"Who are you!" This was Sloan, glancing at Muna on the ground.

This movement was captured. "Relax, she is still alive. I don't have a habit of eating only one kind of food. I get tired ~ I like the feast ~" Open, "like this ~ feast ~" the little finger smeared with black nail polish, and hooked the picture on the TV magically, carnival, "but it seems very unsafe there ~"

"Elie! Toledo!"

"Do you know me?" As if rejoicing, he touched Sloan with his fingers. Ontology.

Sloan's body was instantly soft, accompanied by another cyan figure that had been put aside, distanced, and stared at the intruder gloomy! "Go on, touch me! Vampire!"

"Woo ~ so cold ~" Eli didn't touch, but backed away. Necessary, soft Sloan is a corpse. "I like you ~" Eli started walking towards the house, in the direction of the bathroom. "Relax, I'm not here to trouble you. I'm here just to confirm one thing. Ha ha, I'm not as good at analyzing blood as Lesen. Bra, so, I need more huh, eyewitnesses ... "

Without saying this, the bathroom door opened. Wet Nuo also carried a wine bottle and looked at Eli Torredo, calmly, "What do you want."

"Fact. Zacary Grande, is he really dead?" Eli looked at the person in front of him, his expression a little strange.

Because Nuo turned directly back to the bathroom, this is not disregard, but emotion ...

Eli raised an eyebrow and looked around. Like anything, the lost guy can't find the help of enthusiastic passers-by and stands at the crossroads.

"Okay. I think I'm sure." Eli walked to the door. "Oh ~ That's right ~ I don't know if anyone cares. Allen is in my hands, tortured, killing Zachary for him. Torredo ’s crimes have come at a price, forever. Spread the word, to the aliens of Barton, the new Torredo is here, be sure to welcome ~ "