After waking up

Handel had almost never seen such an expression on Mulan's face, and he immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly put down the two cups of coffee. Mulan hurried to the door and looked in the direction of the stairs, and then looked at the window in the corridor. , leaned close to Handel and whispered.

"Your name is Brooke now. Help Mr. Moore pack up the manuscripts and books. I'll give you five minutes."

Handel just nodded slightly without any unnecessary reaction, and immediately walked towards Moore who was still a little confused. Mulan turned to look at Moore and shouted at a higher volume.

"Pack your most important things in five minutes, I'm not kidding you, hurry up!"

Mulan's seriousness suddenly woke Moore up. Although the other person was a stranger, he still seemed to trust him at the moment, so Moore quickly started packing his things and found a rattan box from the next bedroom.

“There’s no need to pack away the clothes, just the manuscripts and important items!”

Mulan also helped organize it, mainly putting away the manuscripts on the table. Only Moore himself knew whether he should bring other things with him.

Five minutes was very short, but Mulan didn't want to wait for five minutes anymore. Only three minutes had passed. When he saw Moore starting to sort out pens and other items, he immediately decided to take him away.

Mullan first took two sets of clothes from Moore's bedroom, stuffed them into the box, compacted the box and closed it, and then took Moore directly downstairs.

Arriving at the door on the first floor, Mulan gently pulled out the fangs in his cane, used the tip of the sword as a pen, and carved a line of hieroglyphics that seemed strange to Moore on the door frame on one side of the room. Then Mulan took a deep breath. , gently opened the door.

Outside was the darkened street. Mullan pulled Moore out and Handel carried the box behind him, not forgetting to close the door.

"What did you just draw on the edge of the door?"

Moore was very curious, and Mullan explained a few words while walking.

"You can understand that I am preparing a blessing, but it is also a confusing method."

"confuse?"

Moore subconsciously looked back in the direction of his residence. What could be confusing if he carved a few figures?

But Mullan obviously didn't have time to explain and didn't want to explain this aspect to Moore too much. He pulled Moore along while paying attention to the rear with his peripheral vision.

They turned into an alley and stopped before entering a new street.

Mullan looked past Moore to Handel, who was carrying the box and looking wary.

"Brooke."

"Here you are, sir!"

"I am now going to use some special methods on you. For this purpose, you can temporarily feel some information about the other world, but it will also bring you some dangers. It will be more cumbersome to eliminate the effects afterwards, but I need your help now. strength."

Handel was a little nervous and a little excited, but he didn't have much fear, or he was not aware of the danger Mullan mentioned.

"Just do it, my lord, I will obey your orders unconditionally!"

Mulan didn't waste any time. He took out a small magic book from his pocket, tore off the title page with a hexagram symbol on it, crumpled it into a ball, and handed it to Handel.

"Eat it!"

Handel was stunned for a moment, then he took the paper ball and stuffed it into his mouth without any doubt. He chewed it for a while but it was not easy to chew, so he swallowed it hard. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or something, but he swallowed the paper ball. He felt a little uncomfortable.

"Suppress the discomfort, concentrate, and you'll be fine in no time."

Sure enough, Handel's discomfort quickly dissipated, and nothing seemed to change.

"how do you feel?"

"I think it's a little colder, but other things haven't changed much."

"It's alright. Just be careful to avoid the direction where you feel cold."

As he spoke, Mullan turned up the collar of Moore's coat to cover his beard and half of his face, lowered his hat a little, and pulled Handel's collar up as well.

"Go east and find a densely populated place to settle Mr. Moore. Mr. Moore, please don't contact those workers during this period. Complete your book with peace of mind and wait a month or two before leaving Digao. Go to a more remote place, it’s too dangerous for you.”

"What about you?" "Sir?"

Moore and Handel realized that Mullan seemed prepared to act alone.

Mulan smiled.

"I said, I left something confusing. Okay, wait until I leave for a minute before you leave. Brooke, don't screw it up. Mr. Moore is a great man."

Handel straightened up and punched the chest.

"Please rest assured, sir, I will do my best."

Mulan nodded, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped it around his hand and the hilt of the fang, and then slowly pulled out the fang again.

An evil aura spread from the sword, and Moore was unaware of it, but at this moment Handel couldn't help but take half a step back.

A black shadow seemed to fill the sword of the fangs, as if it were some struggling living creature. The shape of the sword was very different from the past under the shadow. The slight gaps that had been made on the sword were also here. In this case, it is enlarged in the shadow, like some kind of facial features, with a weird mouth.

Weird, weird!

This is the feeling that Mulan's back gave Handel at this moment. Is this because he only saw the back side? On the front side of Mulan's face, his eyes have been slightly narrowed, but his mouth is grinning like a crescent moon, which looks a bit evil and evil. crazy.

With the help of his fangs and his own powerful resonance ability, Mulan seemed to transform into a very strange being. The next moment, he moved his steps and slid out against the street ground with extremely agility. In a few steps, he had already walked out of the street. Big cut off.

"Why is he so fast?"

"Um."

Handel had no intention of discussing it with Moore. After Mullan left, he took out his pocket watch, waited quietly for a minute, and when the last second passed, he pulled Moore away.

After entering this somewhat crazy resonance state, Mulan felt surprisingly good, and his consciousness and calmness of thinking had not actually changed, but his emotional expression and some judgments became more unrestrained and exaggerated.

Strictly speaking, it is also a false path, but it is not without a source of power, because with the assistance of the sword and Mulan's own resonant imagination, it is equivalent to a vague formed world to a certain extent, which can arouse the power in chaos, and also That is the resonance of the chaos of thinking and the chaos of void.

Somewhat similar to a special dream, what I want can come true. What I believe in is power. The most basic underlying logic that forms the world is similar to this, but the degree of realization is very different.

So at this moment, Mulan has power, not purely physical power, but because the sword is an important carrier, the expression on the sword is particularly exaggerated, forming an interconnection with Mulan.

Mulan's speed was very fast. He was clearly walking on the street, but he felt like he was skating. The expression on his face was also very excited, and the contraction and relaxation of his muscles were very exaggerated. Although he did not use any tricks or make-up, he still felt like he was skating. No one would associate Mullan's face at this moment with that Mullan Jonest, because everything from appearance to soul is completely different.

"Are you here, are you here? Hehehehe, come up quickly, little kitten!"

Mulan's hoarse whisper came out of his mouth, which actually vibrated the surroundings in a resonant way, like a stone thrown into a pond, sending waves of ripples around.

In the small building where Moore originally lived, a shadow clinging to the door suddenly trembled slightly, then penetrated outside the door, turning into a black cat and jumping quickly along the walls of the surrounding buildings.

Mulan seemed to be deliberately circling somewhere in the city, waiting for that feeling. Suddenly, he raised his head and saw a black cat standing on the eaves of a roof, with an exaggerated smile on his lips.

At the same moment, Mulan's figure faded in place like a ghost, and in an instant he was above the eaves. The black sword in his hand drew forward, like a weird arc with a wide grin.

"Meow-"

In a dark interrogation room in another district of Digao, a dozen workers were dying. A man beside them shook suddenly, with a horrified expression on his face.

"No, that Moore was being used. Behind him stood an extremely evil existence, and my spirit was eaten by it!"

"What is it? Can you feel where it comes from?"

The man's face looked unhappy and he shook his head slightly.

"Evil, weird, crazy, and excited. He seems to be expecting me to come over. He must inform Her Majesty the Queen and the Black Castle that something terrible is coming to Digo City!"