Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 2244: Black Smoke

"Don’t ever look into his eyes. Although I’m not sure how it works, his eyes could accidentally hurt you."

"Give him sunglasses? Or maybe, take out his eyes?"

"That’s cruel. Just let him lie on the ground, wouldn’t that solve it perfectly?"

"But there’s good news, in the future the Funeral Alliance won’t need to buy cremation equipnt. Let the Lord take 40% of the shares, just look at them daily. Swish, and people are gone."

Julius Reed was in a daze, hearing soone talking beside his ear.

The voices were familiar, both male and female.

In his haze, Julius Reed felt that the place where he lay was very bumpy.

He moved his fingers slightly, and they still had feeling.

But his limbs were stiff, barely able to control his body.

Julius Reed opened his heavy eyelids, trying three or four tis, finally opening them slightly.

"Quick! He’s about to open his eyes!"

Soone exclaid, imdiately covering Julius Reed’s eyes, preventing him from opening them.

"Shadow Kims, what are you doing..." Julius Reed then realized that the man speaking beside him was Shadow Kims.

Rembering Shadow Kims, Julius Reed grabbed his hand, even without opening his eyes, he loudly asked, "Where’s Quella Radcliffe? Didn’t I tell you to save Quella Radcliffe?"

He once heard the sound of hoofbeats in the video, the sound of Mont Horse.

If Shadow Kims ca to save him, doesn’t that an Quella Radcliffe is in danger?

"Lord, listen to , don’t panic, and don’t open your eyes." Shadow Kims shouted anxiously, "If you open your eyes, I’m done for."

"How do you know about my eyes?" Julius Reed’s heart sank, he began to suspect that Demarco Mount’s people didn’t go to find Quella Radcliffe but ca directly to save him.

"I watched the satellite livestream. Lord, please listen to ." Shadow Kims confird Julius Reed didn’t intend to open his eyes before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It was Hiddy, Hiddy arranged for us to rescue you."

"As for Quella Radcliffe." Suddenly, the voice changed.

"Grace River and I collaborated, she brought the people of the Royal Bloodline to rescue Quella Radcliffe, while I brought Demarco Mount’s people to rescue you. In a few hours, I think everyone will et."

"Hiddy?" Julius Reed reached out, and imdiately, a smooth hand was placed in his palm.

Very delicate.

This feeling, unmistakable.

It was Hiddy.

Julius Reed once said that this was the most beautiful hand in the world.

No exception.

"Your eyes..." Hiddy asked worriedly.

They all saw it.

Julius Reed just looked at Wainwright Ridge, and the latter disappeared.

Turned into a pile of ash.

"My eyes have been replaced by what’s called the Eyes of God, they’ve gained so abilities. But sotis, they’re out of my control." Julius Reed turned around, confird no one was in front of him, and opened his eyes.

But to his surprise, his left eye was blind.

He couldn’t see anything.

Only his right eye could see.

"Let see." Hiddy wasn’t afraid like the others but walked over and examined closely, "Don’t move."

She extended her hand, fearlessly staring into Julius Reed’s eyes.

Gradually, her eyes beca moist.

"Julius, your eyes remind of the one my mother once had." Hiddy turned around, tears instantly falling.

"Your mother, the previous Prophet?" Julius Reed knew about Hiddy’s mother because he once entered Hiddy’s mories.

There, he saw many things.

The current Prophet, precisely because he killed Hiddy’s mother and took that third eye, gained his current abilities.

"Are you saying the Eye of God was once on your mother?" Julius Reed frowned slightly.

If so, does it an the other eye is with the Prophet?

The gaze, just like the previous painting, indeed had the ability to foresee the future.

It all makes perfect sense.

"No." Hiddy shook her head, hiding her inner sorrow, forcing a smile, "Compared to yours, hers looked like a fake."

"You an, your mother’s third eye tattoo was a replica?" Julius Reed suddenly thought of Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed.

These two, by imitation, created a temple, created the Nether Palace.

Including Red Rat’s power of fire and Green Snake’s power of wind.

Based on these, they established a legion.

If that’s true, then creating a replica of the Eye of God isn’t impossible either.

What about the Heart of God?

Could this long-sealed item of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance also have a replica?

With Trent Marsh?

Currently, the Prophet’s whereabouts are unknown, and even if Julius Reed wants to investigate, he can’t find any clues.

What’s co, is accepted calmly.

At least for now, this eye is still pretty good.

Only its uncontrollability is a bit much.

Julius Reed tried to stretch his muscles but found it extrely uncomfortable.

His body felt as if it was falling apart.

While chatting, the plane landed.

Julius Reed stepped off the plane and saw Hawthorne standing outside, ready to greet them.

"Lord, Madam, I’ve been waiting here for a long ti." He laughed heartily, "Miss River is also here, always thinking of you."

The people of Demarco Mount were divided into two groups, one following Grace River to save Quella Radcliffe, and the other to save Julius Reed.

"Hmm." Julius Reed nodded.

To prevent his eyes from accidentally harming his own people, he made an eye patch and wore it on his face.

Making those who saw it very curious.

"What’s this..." Hawthorne glanced at Hiddy, asking with his eyes.

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t." Hiddy glared at him.

But just then.

Julius Reed suddenly sensed sothing unusual.

Not only him, but several others present also felt sothing was off.

They turned around and saw not far behind them, a black wind appeared.

The black wind’s speed wasn’t fast, but it was very eerie.

As it got closer, they could clearly feel the power inside the black wind was very strong!

Far surpassing anyone they encountered before.

"Be careful." Julius Reed shielded Hiddy behind him, ready to act at any mont.

But the black wind seed not to have seen them, sweeping past and continuing to blow inside.

Approximately every minute, this black wind could travel a hundred ters.

The range wasn’t large, only about as big as a person.

"Oh no, hurry over." Julius Reed glanced in the direction where the black wind headed, exactly where Quella Radcliffe and the others were resting.

He wanted to sprint, but his body ached terribly.

He couldn’t walk more than a few steps.

"Co!" Hawthorne approached Julius Reed and bent down.

Picking him up, he sprinted towards the camp!

And the people around the camp also realized sothing wasn’t right.

"What’s happening!" A guard drew his sword and boldly walked over, slashing down hard!

But the sword felt like it was cutting through air, with no reaction.

The black smoke continued floating forward.

Passing through the guard’s body.

"Ah!"

The guard scread, falling to the ground dead.