The old man seemed to know the restrictions on his robe. When he saw Song Qingxiao's gaze, he put one hand on his arms and stretched out his hand to lift the collar of the robe.

As he stretched out his hand and pulled, the silver thread that was like a drill stopped swimming, and it became unremarkable, as if the scene Song Qingxiao saw and felt before was just her hallucinations.

His fingers were pale and covered with thick hairs. Where the fingertips pointed, a small shield-shaped medal was hidden in the gap between the collar of his robe.

If it weren't for the action of twisting the robe, the medal might not have been noticed at all.

It's just that the medal was only slightly exposed, and the old man seemed to have noticed it, and stroked his collar twice with his fingers, and the corner of the medal was hidden in the shadows amidst the rustle of the cloth.

But even if it was just a glimpse, Song Qing's small eyesight was amazing.

She could see that the medal was a piece of something the size of a fingernail like a thumb. The whole body was red, but there seemed to be a totem formed by crossing two black swords in the middle.

The origin of this medal is unknown, but the performance of the old man seems to be very concerned about it.

The other testers may have noticed, but they are all clever not to say a word.

"Even if this trip is dangerous, it will definitely not be what it is now. You can sleep in peace for a while." The old man's words were gentle, and his eyes flashed with kindness and compassion.

His tone and demeanor can easily give rise to a sense of closeness and trust, as if after being soothed by him, his anxious mind will gradually calm down.

"Huh!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, the figure sitting diagonally across from Song Qingxiao's left side made a sneer.

This person was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and the large brim of the cap fell down, blocking his face into the shadows.

He wrapped his arms around his chest, as if he had already fallen asleep before, and after hearing the old man's words at this moment, he let out a cold hum.

This person has a faint smell of blood and a strong dark power, which is extremely uncomfortable.

The black cloak draped on him was also embroidered with a totem with dark red thread. As he spoke, the totem gave off a coquettish luster while it wandered, making the **** smell even more intense.

"If you are afraid, maybe I can help you end this fear."

While speaking, a pair of scarlet lights flashed in the shadow, and then the man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

His mouth opened, and a red tongue that forked like a snake's letter came out, licked his lips at an extremely slow speed, and made a covetous sound at Song Qingxiao, as if he regarded her as a delicious delicacy.

Song Qing's small pupils shrank, and the others remained silent.

The atmosphere became tense, and the old man who spoke gently said:

"Samuel," he stared at the man wrapped in black robes with a pair of eyes, showing a kind smile:

"She is still a child."

The black-robed man he called ‘Samuel’ heard his greeting, and his scarlet eyes looked at the arm he held in his arms with some caution.

He seemed to be quite disgusted with this old man, but he looked a little worried, and finally took back the malice in his eyes, and slowly retracted the long tongue that he vomited into his mouth.

"Humph!" He snorted again, his sitting upright body fell back into the chair, his raised head drooped, the wide ledge fell down, forming a shadow, and he wrapped his face tightly again. .

During the movement, his collar also revealed a shield-shaped emblem similar to the old man, but the only difference between the two was that the black robe's emblem was upside down from his collar.

The tip of the sword that was originally crossed upward, because he was standing upside down with the emblem, made the tip of the sword downward, revealing a strong murderous aura.

"This time itinerary, you shouldn't have joined new people in the first place."

His voice was a bit hoarse, probably because the voice was blocked by the rim, and he also appeared to be a little urn sound, which made Song Qingxiao very uncomfortable in his ears. He seemed to think of the dragon snake on Alcatraz Island that evolved to imitate human speech. .

This person's tone and gloomy aura gave Song Qingxiao a non-human feeling.

But because this person had reduced the hostility under the old man's ‘reminder’, she naturally dissipated the spiritual power accumulated in her hand.

A conflict was solved invisibly. Without clarifying the clues and outline of the mission, Song Qingxiao was unwilling to take it lightly if it was not necessary, so that other trialists would catch the opportunity.

After hearing the black robe's words, the others fell silent, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Song Qing's small eyes fell on the old man with white beard and hair. He was still pressing one hand in his arms. Under the loose cloak, there seemed to be a rectangular bulge that lifted the cloth into a clear mark.

Judging from the raised outline, it looked like a thick book, and the black robe was afraid of it. I'm afraid it was the content of this book.

At the same time, she also noticed that besides she and the black robe were peeking at the book in the hands of the old man, other people at the table also seemed to be peeping here.

"Hey--" The old man sighed for a long time. He didn't seem to notice other people's prying on the book in his arms, but after hearing Heipao's words, he showed a bit of exhaustion:

"We are old, and we will always need some successors on new journeys in the future."

He said earnestly:

"They should be given a chance."

Having said this, he turned his head and looked to the right side. Next to the big man No. 4, sat a tall, thin, silent old man:

"Edward, please clean up here."

The old man wore a white robe, and his hands were pillared with a simple crutches. His expression was cold. Although he didn't say a word, his relationship with the old man seemed to be darker than that of Samuel. The robe is much more harmonious.

After listening to the old man's words, he lifted the crutches on the ground slightly.

Song Qingxiao felt the power flowing around him, and was quickly summoned by the crutch.

The crutches, which originally seemed ordinary, seemed to be extremely dangerous in an instant.

‘Crack—’

The table top that was skewed by her seemed to be slowly ‘supported’ by an invisible force, and the bent pillar made a ‘click’ sound and was straightened again.

Even the slight dents on the top were smoothed one by one, and the appearance of perfection was restored.

The collapsed teacup and other objects on the table returned to their original state, as if they had been placed back to their previous positions by a pair of invisible hands.

Song Qingxiao even felt that the chair he was sitting on was returning to its original position in the sound of the ‘ding, ding, ding, ding.’

This kind of power is different from spiritual power, it is both mysterious and weird, and even she can't feel the flow of power at all, but the old man in white robe has already put everything back into place.

The tables and chairs were broken by Song Qingxiao herself. She knew her strength and had a general understanding of the defensive capabilities of the tables and chairs.

Can withstand her power without destroying it in a single blow, one can imagine how strong this thing is for defense.

But under the action of the old man in white robe, it seemed to be effortless to wipe out these destroyed traces one by one. Does this old man use magic or some mysterious repair ability?

Since she entered the trial, she had never encountered such a combat method.

She raised her head, and several testers quickly exchanged a tacit expression.

The white-robed old man didn't seem to notice her astonishment. After he had all the original elements according to the old man's words, he dropped the crutch that he raised back.

'boom. ’

When the crutches hit the ground, there was a slight touching sound, the strange and powerful thought force disappeared, and the power on the staff gradually dissipated.

The people around are accustomed to it, everything seems like nothing has happened.

"Successor?" a man sitting by the window slowly said.

He had been staring out the window, watching the scenery outside fly by, seemingly indifferent to everything that happened in the car before.

But at this moment, after hearing what the old man said, he didn't know if it was because he did not agree with him. He sneered:

"Just rely on them?"

The man had long burgundy hair and was wearing a gorgeous purple robe. When he turned his head, his face was as handsome as a god, but his gray-blue eyes contained arrogance. , Contempt, seems to despise these newly added testers:

"The magic power in them is so weak that they can hardly be sensed, they will only cry and say they are afraid, which will drag everyone back."

"'He' is about to wake up." The old man was not angry when he retorted in this way, but still calmed him with a very gentle tone:

"The news from the Holy See on Sunday, the seal of the year, can no longer control'his' present life."

"We must send this news out, please make Lucifer show up." The beautiful blond and blue-eyed woman who first greeted Song Qing's small also followed, her beautiful green eyes with a little bit Worried color:

"If you can't gather all the 14 people that year, you can't activate the seal of that year."

"'His' consciousness has awakened, even if the body is restrained, it can already control evil spirits." When she mentioned this'person', her face was a little scared, as if she thought of unpleasant memories:

"So this road is very dangerous, and it is very likely that you will encounter obstacles from the puppet driven by'him.'"

This blond lady and the old man should be on the same line: "Liantie personally selected them to help us pass through the misty forest."

When she mentioned "Misty Forest", her expression was a bit wrong, and eventually she didn't speak any more, but the old man said:

"At this time, if we are surrounded, we need a successor to pass on the news for us," the old man said, paused, and then glanced around:

"——Only we can win the first line of life."

After he said this, neither the man in the purple robe nor Samuel in the black robe made a sound.

The group of aborigines in the trial scene seemed to be extremely afraid of the "he" mentioned in the blonde and blue-eyed population. Song Qingxiao paid attention even when she only mentioned one "him" without hearing the name. The faces of the few people present changed.

Not only the black robe and the purple robe show the yin bird, but even those who are silent have their heads lowered.

A middle-aged man with a big beard lowered his head, meditating on an unknown scripture.

He wore a piece of clothing that resembled an ancient monk's robe, which was brick red. Compared with the glamorous robes of others, his ‘robes’ looked old and broken.

The most weird thing is that the monk's robe wraps one of his shoulders, obliquely descends from his chest, goes around his other arm, passes under the armpit and knots on his chest, revealing one of his shoulders and arms. And a piece of back.

What is remarkable is that he carried several thorns tied together on his back. As he lowered his head, the thorns pierced into his clothes, causing the skin and flesh of his body to be torn, sending out a message Suo's sound.

The blood gurgled out, drenching his monk's robe.

The others looked strange, the more painful he was, the deeper his back bends.

But the harder the thorns tied behind the back, the faster the blood flow.

These flowing blood poured into the monk's robe and turned into strands of blood, crossed and woven in the monk's robe, as if drawing a special totem.

Sitting beside him on the left and right sides, one was a handsome young man about twenty years old, and the other was the number one female among the trialists.

The young man looks very beautiful, his face seems to have reached the point where gender is indistinguishable, he has a pair of slightly pointed ears, and there is an indescribable grace between his hands and feet.

He wore a light green outfit, showing a slender and thin body.

After hearing the man's prayers and the sound of blood flowing out, the handsome young man moved his slightly pointed ears, glanced at the man, and moved his position.

Seeing his move, the No. 1 tester instinctively moved his position to the side.

There was a little space on both sides of the monk clad in thorns, and the blood on his body poured out, with a pungent **** smell.

This **** smell is a bit unique, not only is it extremely fishy, ​​but also seems to be a bit bitter, causing fluctuations in the consciousness of the person who smells it, and it seems to be affected by it.

It’s just that the people present are extraordinary~lightnovelpub.net~ Except for the aboriginal people in the trial scene, all the people participating in this trial have reached a state of distraction. They have a strong sense of God, so naturally they won’t be affected by it. Affected by blood, loses reason.

The man in the black robe seemed to be quite sensitive to the smell of blood, and previously showed greed on Song Qing's face.

But at this moment, after smelling the blood flowing out of the monk, this person not only didn't move, but seemed to be disgusted. He also subconsciously raised his upper body, as if he wanted to stay away from the man.

"Do you want to cure him?" Everyone was still immersed in the fear of "him" mentioned by the blond beauty. When no one spoke, Song Qingxiao suddenly said calmly.

Her remark suddenly broke the silence and surprised everyone in the car.

Including the monk who was singing an unknown scripture, stopped singing and raised his head.

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