I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

However, if a nocturnal moth happened to pass by in the sky just now, the strange skinny bird that was shedding its skin would just eavesdrop on the ancient language of "click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, beak, beak, beak cut, and beak movement".

Then it can detect that this weak and immature fellow is laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, it's so fun, so fun!!!"

The strange skinny bird gave up the temporary crow skin bag not just because the purpose of camouflage had been achieved.

What's more, when the female detective realized that she had been deceived, she seemed to receive feedback from the power of the principles. The flesh and blood skin seemed to have a mottled luster that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. The muscles probably swelled a bit, and He seemed to be leaner and stronger, and his black skin became darker and darker, as if the rough dark surface absorbed all visible light.

However, the strange bird is still thin.

Although it looks as skinny as a malnourished chick, not even a single feather has grown out, and its shriveled head like a shriveled grape has a strange, huge, deformed eyeball.

But after the boneless fleshy wings are fully unfolded, the fleshy wings extend like a thin membrane, as transparent as the scale wings of insects, and the dazzling and complicated wing veins are vaguely visible inside, like the blood-lined path of a tree, and it seems like something The mottled ink stains of a mad painter when he was ill.

Just looking at it makes one feel extremely dizzy, and the stomach seems to be churning. Along with the feeling of nausea and vomiting, there is also some uncontrollable hateful emotion. The more you look at it, the more your head feels swollen, and you can't help but want to hold it. He clenched his fist and cracked his head, allowing the whispers that echoed in his skull to flow out smoothly.

The fully stretched flesh wings can already reach a wingspan of six feet (182CM), which is almost comparable to the ferocious golden eagle... However, its danger is a hundred times more dangerous than that flat-haired beast. times.

The dark pupil in the strange bird's single eye moves around like a lively, just like the flight route of its wings, which has no trace to follow. Even the cold wind whistling high in the sky cannot predict its flight route... It seems to be truly free. The creature soars in the night sky, penetrates the dark and dirty clouds, and allows the cold arc moonlight to penetrate the film-like flesh wings.

It quickly locked its target and swooped down, rushing straight towards the Crossroads Hospital located on the edge of the city like an isolated island... but it was about to hit a dark and scarlet place on the top floor of the hospital three seconds later. When it reached the heart-like room, it immediately changed its direction, flapped its wings vigorously to stop its fall, and flew towards the river bend farther back.

The strange bird flew quickly along the winding and rapid river. In the blink of an eye, it had sprinted against the wind for a distance of thirty yards, and soon arrived at a hidden river bend.

The river embankment here is also nine feet high, but compared to the river embankment behind the Cross Road Hospital dormitory, it is not as steep. There are also some slight protrusions on the cliff that allow thrill seekers to climb - as long as Those who are looking for novelties are not worried that they may accidentally fall into the rapids below and be completely submerged by the rapid water before the cry for help can be heard.

But at this moment, on this dark cliff that even the thin moonlight cannot shine, in that thick shadow that cannot be dissolved, there is actually a person who is not afraid of death and is trying to challenge the limits of life.

The climbing posture of this guy who is not afraid of death is extremely weird. His belly seems to be pressed tightly against the cliff. He is really like a flexible gecko crawling quickly on the slightly protruding cliff.

This person was even carrying a bundle of curly quilts behind him. The quilt seemed to wrap a petite figure, with only an unusually pale head exposed, but his eyes were covered with dark cloth strips, and there seemed to be some noise in his ears. Filled with cotton.

The snow-white hair is dancing up and down with the rapid progress of the rock climber... But it seems that the hair seems a little sparse and uneven, as if it is the experimental product of a barber with unskilled skills. The west crop is short.

But even with this heavy cotton roll on his back, the climber's figure is extremely stable. Every step seems to be just moving forward as he pleases, but in fact... he is really just crawling forward as he wants!

He didn't care at all whether the next step was supported by a protruding stone tip, he just moved casually, as if gravity could no longer control him. Every time he moved, his body stayed firmly attached to the cliff, completely There was no tendency to lose balance and fall into the river.

But if there are living beings whose eyes can penetrate the rich shadows on the river bank, they will find that the fingers of the strange-shaped rock climber seem to be particularly deformed, as if they are a pair of sharp steel claws, and the sharp fingertips are like tough steel. Just grab it lightly. The buckle can be firmly inserted into the hard stone wall... which is why this person can climb so easily and at will.

The strange skinny bird retracted its stretched fleshy wings, lowered the frequency of its wings, and quietly fell towards the thick black shadow below, slowly standing on the shoulders of the strange rock climber.

The rock climber stopped slightly. He quickly turned his head a hundred degrees and looked directly at the strange bird standing on his shoulder. The two horns protruding from the chewing muscles looked like fangs and opened and closed. The hard bones They collided together and made a strange clicking sound.

"Crack, click, click, click?" He seemed to be asking about something.

The strange bird didn't reply, but nodded slightly. The mottled spirituality inside the big round eyeball seemed to suddenly dim, as if it were a dead corpse... This abnormality only lasted for three seconds, and the dark pupils turned again. When he got up, most of the spirituality and power surged back into the skinny bird body, and the shriveled flesh and blood seemed to be slightly filled with it.

The young man with a strange face, black eyes and ferocious fangs asked again: "Crack, click, click, click?"

The strange bird finally replied, "Crack!"

When the young man heard this precise reply, his muscles tensed up again. He immediately increased his climbing speed and climbed quickly on the cliff, climbing closer to the dormitory building of Cross Road Hospital.

The strange bird stood firmly on the young man's shoulder. Even though the mount below became more and more bumpy as the speed increased, the white hair bound in the cotton rolls seemed to start to dance enthusiastically.

The boy with the deformed face walked quickly along the river wall. He was only one step away from the top of the river embankment, but he never climbed up. Instead, he chose to lurk in the shadow of the river wall and parade - he was in the right position at the moment. Located at the lower edge of the river bank, the hospital building on the river bank and the telescope instruments further away cannot see the angle.

In this way, he has been wandering at the edge of the perception range of the two forces on the field, just waiting for his father to return.

When he knew that there was only one minute left before his father's next plan, the young man immediately accelerated his speed and came to a certain river bank cliff that had already been determined by the best suitable distance. He silently counted down in his heart... ten, nine, eight. , seven, six, five——

When there were still five seconds left in the countdown in the boy's mind, his father's claws suddenly grabbed his shoulders with force, and the sharp overturned claws seemed to be deeply drawn into his flesh and blood... He was so scared that he had to do it now. ?

Didn't he have time to think about whether he had made a mistake? ! He hurriedly took off the restraint belt around his waist, and the roll of cotton rolled down immediately, almost falling into the water, but there was still a strong rope tied to the cotton, and the other end was wrapped in the boy's hand.

The young man's right hand was inserted deeply into the stone wall, and all the casting power he had just absorbed was poured into his right arm, making the muscles further strengthened and hardened, like an indestructible rock climbing nail that penetrated the stone wall firmly.

Then he suddenly raised his hand and threw the hanging cotton roll forward. The five-yard-long rope was stretched straight under the force, and the cotton roll flew to a position further forward... And this position was It is already within the telepathic perception range of the Crossroads leader who breaks in.

Winfrey Morgan was working at his desk in the dean's room. His brain suddenly started beating violently, and his writing hand was frozen in the air.

Just because within the range of his mental perception, a very familiar, blood-connected, weak heartbeat rhythm suddenly appeared, but it should not occur here and now!

"Anna?!"

The leader of the cult, who always showed a calm image in front of his followers, suddenly stood up and instinctively looked in the direction that his mind felt - which was the river bank behind the hospital.

But when he concentrated in disbelief and tried his best to sense the rhythm of the heartbeat in that direction, he could no longer find Anna's heartbeat, as if the familiar heartbeat that flashed just momentarily was just an illusion caused by his recent excessive fatigue.

"Is it really just my momentary misunderstanding..."

"Or did Anna really appear?"

Winfres murmured to himself, but he never believed that accidental and unprovoked hallucinations would exist in this world under Si Chen's control - everything was under Si Chen's control.

He immediately calmed down to curb the spread of telepathic perception, and instead focused on extending towards the area where Anna's heartbeat had just resounded.

Although the speed of the rhythm of the heart is far less than the speed of the light, it is also far faster than the movement speed of any mortal...unless Anna is riding a high-speed train on the winding river at this time. , otherwise it would be impossible to escape the perception of the mind!

But when his telepathic rhythm was moving rapidly towards the river bank at a speed of thirty yards per second, the objects he bumped into along the way were absolutely silent and dead, until the telepathic sensing range extended up to a thousand yards. Within the fan-shaped area, no suspicious heartbeats could be detected, only the shivering fish hiding under the river bed.

Winfreth slowly withdrew his divergent mental perception and wondered: "Is it really just my hallucination?"

At this time, on the stone wall of the river bank in the distance, the cotton roll had returned to the back of the boy with the deformed face, and the weird skinny bird was currently lying on the cotton roll, its thin fleshy wings spread out as hard as possible. , like a big dark net tightly wrapping the boy and the cotton roll.

There is a viscous black and white liquid flowing faintly within the veins of the fleshy wings. It is a mottled and changing color of chaos, falsehood, and fraud.

It is a camouflage color that cannot be seen through even Winfreth's telepathic perception, just like the mimicry evolved by insects to adapt to dangerous environments.

And when Winfrey narrowed his telepathic perception in order to track down Anna's traces, he also briefly lost the surveillance in the hospital... At that time, the arrogant Nello Bacchus had just changed from the humble John Waugh. Sen took the glass of fine whiskey in his hand.

This may be a coincidence, or it may be a long-planned necessity.