Suspected Bouval. After taking a step forward, Pompeiro's man finally regained a little sanity.
He pulled the dark bow tie under his neck, and three blurred figures suddenly appeared on the top of his head and on his shoulders.
These figures were not big, like newborn babies, with pale and blue skin, round and twisted faces, and quite ferocious expressions.
"Raising a little ghost"!
These three transparent and vague imps got into Boiart. Pompeiro's chest, each occupying a position, sucked wildly.
In an instant, their figures became much clearer, screaming in pain and breaking away from their mothers, hovering around, flying at a very fast speed to different parts of the building at 20 Terrace Street.
They had no substance, passed through the wall and door, and ran all over the master bedroom's wardrobe, desk, dressing room and bathroom in a very short time, leaving no room in any corner where they could hide from the attacker.
There was a little ghost with a malevolent face that even walked around all the shadows in the room, so that no extraordinary person could rely on supernatural powers to lurk in such a special environment.
Seeing Paulina open her eyes and cast a puzzled and moist gaze, Bouvard. Pompeiro subconsciously explained:
"My 'danger premonition' told me that there was something wrong here, and in recent times, I have to be very careful not to make any omissions.
"After I eliminate the hidden dangers and confirm safety, I will enjoy the good time with you tonight."
For some reason, Bouvard's tone was gentler than when facing Paulina before, and he was more willing to explain, as if the other party's dress and mood tonight had hit his heart, making him involuntarily attracted and wanting to please.
Boire. As soon as Pompeiro finished speaking, one of the imps left the master bedroom and searched the room next to him.
With pale and white skin, it came all the way to the end of the corridor, penetrated the closet, and got in.
In the next second, it saw a figure tied up tightly and stuffed with its mouth.
The figure was wearing a pale white nightdress, disheveled clothes, exposing a large area of skin, she had a beautiful appearance, elegant temperament, and a full body, like a ripe fruit, just like another Paulina!
The distorted-faced imp let out a scream and swished back to Boulier. In Pompeiro's arms, he leaned close to his chest and sucked it, passing on the scene he had just seen to the owner.
Boire. Pompeiro's face changed, and he realized that he had stepped into a trap and was ambushed.
Fortunately, he was cautious enough to find out the hidden danger in advance!
The liaison officer of the "sinner" organization darkened, blending with his own shadow, and swam like a snake into the shadows that clung to the walls.
The latent ability attached to his "Shadow Burial" is different from that of many extraordinary people, who mainly use the shadowless nature of shadows to obscure their figures, and he uses his ability to transform himself into a shadow and truly become a part of the shadow, just like the special creatures that inhabit this environment, but it is also easy to stray into the xenoplane space connected by some shadow areas.
At this moment, Boiart. Pompeiro was like sinking into a lightless sea, while his body stretched and spread, merging with the black droplets here.
He walked quickly and headed straight for the room at the end of the hallway.
He wants to free Paulina and escape from Terrace Street with her.
He has an unusual possessiveness over this "condiment beauty".
As Bovar walked through the shadows, he suddenly heard a crisp sound.
The yellowish gas wall light suddenly lit up, and the flames filled every inch of the space inside the glass cover.
All the gas sconces in the hallway turned into miniature suns, dispelling the shadows here.
Only a snake-like twisted humanoid shadow was left on the floor.
Jenna, who relied on "lies" to become a maid, walked out of the side room, letting a black flame fall on Boire. On Pompeiro's shadow.
The liaison officer of the "sinner" organization immediately felt pain and weakness that came from the depths of his soul.
He did not hesitate to use Shadow Replacement.
In this building at 20 Terrace Street, Paulina's housekeepers and servants have become fateful believers and submit to Boire. Pompeiro, the messenger, their shadows can be exchanged!
In Paulina's personal maid's room, a human shadow suddenly wriggled and changed.
The black shadow stood up suddenly, becoming thick and no longer thin, showing Bouvard. Pompeiro's appearance.
After the personal maid in the room twitched a few times, some black flames flowed out of her nostrils, ears, mouth, corners of her eyes, etc., and she immediately returned to silence and lost her breath.
Boire. Pompeiro took advantage of the opportunity of "Shadow Replacement" to take effect and used a contract ability again.
He ran forward wildly, dragging out dozens or hundreds of "phantoms".
His body constantly flickered in these "phantoms", changing positions so that Jane could not lock on and was difficult to distinguish.
Blinking, with a string of figures, Boire. Pompeiro entered the room where Paulina was tied up and opened the corresponding closet.
Paulina's eyes were surprised, longing, and hoped, and she watched as Boire's right hand was dyed with a metallic luster and became extremely sharp.
In an instant, the liaison officer of the "sinner" organization cut the rope and tried to force out of the encirclement with Paulina.
He had a total of eight contract abilities, and one was unused.
At this moment, as the rope was released, Paulina involuntarily recalled the experience of being abused by Bouval again and again and the pain that seemed to be engraved deep in her brain.
Uncontrollable hatred suddenly welled up in her heart, wanting to let those who had hurt her suffer the punishment of fate.
She raised her right hand suddenly.
Bouvard's mind was full of alarm bells, and he had a strong premonition of danger.
However, at this distance, no one's reaction can be faster than "Arc Technique".
A large amount of silver and white electric light sprayed out of Paulina's palm crackled and fell on Boval's body, his body was paralyzed for a while, and even his thoughts seemed to be engulfed by lightning, and he was temporarily unable to use his abilities.
Franka, who was wearing Paulina's appearance, had already come within five meters and aimed the "Ring of Punishment" he had worn before.
Lightning flashed in her eyes, and Bouval suddenly leaned back slightly, falling into the pain of her soul being torn apart, and it was difficult to think for a while.
"Spirit piercing!"
Syllable!
Janna, who quickly ran to the target, clenched her fist with one hand and smashed it hard behind Boire's ear before Bouvard could recover early by relying on the endurance of the "ascetic".
The liaison officer of the "sinner" organization suddenly passed out.
Before Bouval completely lost consciousness, he saw a pair of black strappy leather shoes and heard a slightly mocking voice:
"I don't need to do it myself to deal with you."
…………
Bovar suddenly broke free from the darkness and regained his senses.
The first thing that caught his eye was a right leg resting on his left knee and a pair of black strappy leather shoes, and then he saw a young man leaning back on the back of a single sofa with his palms pressed against the armrest.
Bowar subconsciously wanted to use his abilities, but all his thoughts seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and unresponsive.
The next second, he noticed that his feet had turned into cow hooves, wrapped in a layer of brown cowhide.
"The Art of Animal Creation"...... Bouvard instantly understood his situation, and then saw the young man with blonde and black hair leisurely looking at the gray-blue cloth bag he had hidden in his pocket.
This...... Bouval instinctively held his breath, hoping that the other party would take out the item.
Soon, he saw the young man take out a gold coin with a denomination of 5 fils and a sunbird relief from a gray-blue cloth bag.
Correct! That's it! Bowar is looking forward to what is to come.
At the same time, he concentrated, concentrated his attention, and observed the other person's fortune.
This is one of the few abilities that is not limited by the "Animal Creation Technique".
On Bovard's cheeky face belonging to a bull, his expression was dumbfounded.
He saw that the enemy had all kinds of luck, and saw that the colors were changing layer by layer!
A tingling sensation suddenly entered Bouval's brain, and he instinctively closed his eyes, feeling a thick, hot, bloody liquid slowly flowing down from his eyeballs.
As soon as the pain of Bovar, who seemed to have looked directly at something he shouldn't have looked at, was relieved, he heard the young man say with a smile:
"Are you expecting me to take this gold coin of bad luck, passively change your fortune, and become unlucky, so that you can get out of the predicament?"
He knows the "art of transport"...... He also knows the art of making animals...... Does he belong to other organizations of faith and destiny...... Boire. A name suddenly flashed through Pompeiro's mind:
Lumian. Plum?
Lumian seemed to be aware of Bovar's thoughts, and smiled without a smile:
"I thought you were always wary of me."
Bouvard's heart sank, and he no longer had a sense of luck, so he immediately used his spirit to shake the air in the cowhide and vaguely recite the honorific name of that person.
However, he soon found that his spirit was close to depletion, and his spirit was so weak that he could not even do such a thing.
"If you understand your situation, you can answer my question." Lumian said with a smile.
Bouvard subconsciously opened his mouth and "moo".
He has an urge to communicate with the other person, but can only bark.
Jana, dressed as a female mercenary, brought a brass-colored mechanical typewriter and placed it in front of Boval.
Here is Franka's recommendation:
There is no need to worry about Boire. As long as he is not illiterate and has a certain IQ, he can write answers by typing on the keyboard, the only flaw is that the speed is not too fast.
Seeing the small bull sitting down on its hind legs, he put his two front hooves on the buttons of the mechanical typewriter with difficulty, and Franka, who was stealthy and constantly preventing the other party from acting irrationally, muttered silently:
Now no one really knows whether it is a person or a cow sitting in front of the keyboard typing......
Lumian glanced at Bovar and asked bluntly:
"Where is the Sansong family?"
(End of this chapter)