Elaenor Wood walked away, always touching his head.
He constantly felt as if there was an invisible hat on his head.
However, he dared not ask Eliezer Pine about it.
Afraid of getting beaten.
"Never helping again next ti." He muttered to himself.
Upon seeing the mall’s surveillance, Julius Reed imdiately thought of Devlin.
This insidious and treacherous person had already followed the new owner of Pranay Martinez’s body during the Dusty Platform event.
Therefore, Julius Reed believed Devlin must be closely accompanying Pranay Martinez.
Coincidentally, both Elaenor Wood and Devlin belonged to the Sealing Pulse, making it easier for them to detect each other.
Most importantly, Eliezer Pine happened to be in Gonzalez City investigating matters.
For the safety of Quella Radcliffe and Itai Huntington, Julius Reed urgently contacted Elaenor Wood for assistance.
Elaenor Wood, when with Eliezer Pine, was even stronger.
Due to the relationship with Elaenor Wood, Julius Reed no longer wanted to pursue past grievances.
This provided a reasonable excuse to send them sowhere elsewhere for romance.
Unexpectedly, he was turned down.
Julius Reed held the phone and prepared to contact Hawthorne.
He found the snake suspicious.
Just like the tiger tattooed on his chest.
He was well aware of the twelve spirit beasts inside the temple.
The White Tiger was one of them.
Though uncertain if this snake was one of them, a snake inside a human body that allowed the person to survive defied all logic.
Even if not a spirit beast, such a snake needed controlling.
If it were to lose control, the consequences would be severe.
Currently, Jesse River, who commands the mighty Bear King, could single-handedly storm the Martial Arts Association headquarters.
The destructive force is unimaginable.
Years ago, Julius Reed didn’t see the snake; in the temple, he found only four and sealed them with gold.
The matter of the snake?
Five thousand years have passed.
That part of mory should have been stripped away.
Almost no impression left.
Even after a brief chat with Hiddy, Hiddy’s mory of the beasts was equally vague.
Exactly when Gonzalez City Mountain still has clues about the Divine Dragon Tripod, Julius Reed must co, whether for Quella Radcliffe or investigating the true Divine Dragon Tripod!
"Hawthorne, Quella Radcliffe is out of danger. No need to bla yourself over this incident. I’ve arranged Wolf Cavalry to descend for protection around Itai Huntington’s building."
Upon hearing Julius Reed’s words, Hawthorne, who had been smoking silently on the other end of the line, suddenly beca spirited.
"If you tell the sister-in-law is safe, I won’t be sleepy at all! Boss, when will you be here?" Hawthorne adjusted his suit and flicked the cigarette into the trash bin ten ters away.
"Where’s the coffin? Ensure its safety. I’m concerned that once Pranay Martinez knows, he might target the snake inside the coffin."
Just as Julius Reed finished speaking.
Hawthorne shrugged helplessly and rotated the cara.
On the screen, a person appeared in the empty corridor.
Pranay Martinez!
Or rather, Osher Reed, who had possessed Pranay Martinez’s body.
"Your words seem divinely prophetic; right after you speak, they co looking." Hawthorne said sowhat helplessly, "Boss, you better talk to him."
With that, he tossed the phone over.
Osher Reed extended a hand!
Bam!
The phone exploded mid-air!
Shattering into discarded plastic on the ground.
Still smoking.
"Brother, you can break the phone, but rember to clean it up. If soone picks it up and claims this brand catches fire spontaneously, imagine the hassle you’ll cause!"
Hawthorne removed his jacket, putting one foot atop the coffin. "Sorry, this is mine, not handing it over."
"Hand it over." Osher Reed extended his hand, emotionlessly: "Surrender it, and I’ll reward you with a quick death. Otherwise, I’ll torture and kill you!"
His hand slowly clenched into a fist, his gaze terrifyingly fierce!
Brutality, savagery, the qualities Julius Reed didn’t possess, converged into Osher Reed.
"Sorry, I truly can’t give it to you." Hawthorne observed.
Trying to see if the opponent had any weaknesses.
In a clash of experts, capturing a weakness could determine victory.
"If you won’t give it to , I’ll take it myself." Osher Reed stepped forward.
This step made blood-red footprints appear beneath him.
Centered around Osher Reed, within a radius of five hundred ters!
Turning entirely blood red.
Floor, walls, rapidly began turning red before the eyes.
The previously new walls began aging instantly.
Wall skins peeling, blood incessantly dripping along crack lines.
The air reeked of a suffocating bloody scent.
Soon, even under Hawthorne’s feet, blood-red began to stain.
This wasn’t an illusion!
It’s Osher Reed’s personal domain!
"Unexpected, your strength is like this." Hawthorne pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, calmly smoking on the coffin lid.
Facing such a monster, his resistance seed futile.
"Across the world, I know those capable of this, not more than three." Hawthorne flicked the cigarette in his hand, pointing at Osher Reed: "Including you."
"Too late." Osher Reed showed no intention of retracting, his words colder than ice.
"You will die."
As soon as the words fell!
The crimson ground began boiling!
Like boiling water!
Soon, bubbles erged in the ground’s blood.
A hand extended from within!
Shortly after, a second hand!
Both hands continuously groped; soon, a head erged!
It was a person!
Or rather, a skin puppet!
This skin puppet crawled out from the blood on the ground!
anwhile!
Other places also started extending hands.
Then heads popped one after another!
Obviously, under the blood were ceramic tiles!
But looking now, what’s below remained unknown.
Snap!
A hand erged under Hawthorne’s foot, grabbing his leg.
Hawthorne’s hand hesitated slightly, pressing the cigarette butt onto that hand!
But, strangely, that hand showed no reaction, seemingly insensitive to pain.
The cigarette extinguished.
Dropped onto the blood.
Yet it didn’t sink.
Just as if thrown onto the ground.
"Julius Reed’s subordinates are always so stubborn, so ignorant of life or death! So...disappointing!"
Osher Reed’s extended hand clenched into a fist, raised high!
The half-exposed human skins began desperately struggling, erging faster from the blood!
Soon!
The first puppet totally crawled out.
Then ca the second.
The third.
These puppets were like the monks at Dusty Platform, eyes hollow yet moving freely.
The difference was those monks had no bodies, only robes.
But now these puppets were complete human skins.
Seemingly receiving Osher Reed’s commands, the puppets began stepping toward Hawthorne.
The nearest puppet to Hawthorne reached out!
The puppets moved slowly but with imnse destructive power!
Once touched, certainly fatal!
"Sorry, brother." Hawthorne helplessly jumped from the coffin, glancing at his blood-dyed shoes. "I don’t want to be trapped and beco an undead like them."
Finishing, he ripped open the coffin and slipped inside!
Bam!
The coffin lid shut tight!
The puppets’ movents halted.
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