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Toge stuttered and said, "May my lord... eat deliciously."

The invisible supernatural aura was affecting his thinking, making him unable to remember the prayer at all, so he could only express its meaning by following his feelings.

However, as soon as he said this sentence, he realized that something was wrong, or in other words, he broke free from the state of "distorted language".

"who is it!"

He only had time to yell angrily before he saw the bright red bloody palm prints on the ground begin to move.

It seemed as if an invisible hand unconsciously passed through the blood, leaving distinct bloody palm prints on the ground.

Those palm prints were facing Tog in turn, steadily and mechanically.

In Tog's eyes, these palm prints were undoubtedly his death knell.

Aaron tried hard to hold back his laughter and looked at the panicked Tog. Although he didn't know what Tog was going to recite, since it was Tog who wanted to do it, he must firmly oppose it.

In panic, the approaching death forced Tog to calm down, and he prayed loudly with a trembling cry of despair: "Praise my Lord, please wake up..."

This is his last chance. As long as the "Creep Lord" hasn't started eating, he can still struggle!

As long as he finishes reciting the prayer, the "Creep Lord" will respond to the call of his followers, even if it does not conform to his aesthetics and habits, and he will ask for sacrifices after the meal.

But this can at least buy Tog valuable time.

While He was eating, Tog believed that he had a chance to find a sacrifice to offer to Him!

Everything just takes time!

time!

This time, he was on guard, his soul was almost completely sealed, and he even sealed off his senses to prevent any interference.

However, an inexplicable feeling came again, and his mind became dizzy again for a moment.

Just a moment, less than a breath, just a few words.

However, he still recited the wrong prayer, and he didn't even have to know what he was reciting, because the feeling of being watched by some kind of existence became stronger and stronger.

His hands finally broke free from his control, and he grabbed his throat with his backhand.

Tog suddenly opened his eyes, resisting the suffocation on the verge of death, and looked in a certain direction in disbelief.

As a gold coin-type extraordinary person, his ability to predict before death was extraordinary. He locked onto the figure standing in the light screen just by relying on his instinctive intuition!

Aaron!

"How could you possibly know Dream Language!"

In utter consternation, Torg shouted with his last breath.

Immediately, his chest began to rise and fall uncontrollably, and some objects could even be vaguely seen squirming restlessly through the thin robe.

He began to hiccup in embarrassment, one after another. With each funny-looking hiccup, his body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed as if the hiccups were expelling all the gas from his body.

His face had long turned blue and black, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. His last instinct to survive made him weakly open and close his mouth, and his legs began to twitch like an electric shock, like a fish thrown ashore.

However, everything is in vain.

"Don't look! Don't talk!" Sartre woke up and shouted loudly, "Cover your ears, He is coming! Turn around!"

What?

Before Aaron could react, he subconsciously turned to look at Sartre, only to see their backs covering their ears.

Then, he heard a crisp crack.

Although he didn't turn his head, he could feel the light behind him suddenly disappear.

Then he heard a creepy sound and heard a loud cracking of bones.

Even the sound of bone cracking sounded like exploding beans, extremely dense.

Someone, no, something is chewing something...

Aaron subconsciously covered his ears, but the sound did not weaken at all, and continued to pass into his ears without any loss, or directly into his mind.

The sound was exceptionally clear, and under the influence of some mysterious power, Aaron was even able to identify which part it was based on the sound...

The sound is so clear and spiritual, it must be the fingers.

Hmm, this part seems to be particularly strong, it should be the thigh bone.

Why does it feel a little hollow this time?

It couldn't be his brain, could it?

Aaron covered his ears and listened to these wonderful sounds with relish, and a trace of confusion flashed in his mind.

Why did Sartre tell him not to listen to this voice?

It's not threatening at all...

He was like a polite gentleman. Even though Aaron felt His hunger from the sound of His chewing, He still ate in an orderly and step-by-step manner.

Aaron could even imagine a man in a formal suit, a small bow tie, and a mustache slowly eating the steak on the plate with a knife and fork.

Unconsciously, darkness enveloped the space again, depriving other voices of their right to speak.

Aaron could only hear the monotonous, mechanical sound of chewing, not even his own heartbeat.

After all, he still wanted to see what happened behind him.

This is much more exciting than those horror stories.

Of course, Aaron just wanted to seek death, but he didn't really want to die. Judging from his past experience, if he really turned back, I'm afraid he would have to become food for some unknown existence.

So, he honestly followed Sartre's words and suppressed his curiosity.

Hey, wait, what did Sartre say?

Tell him not to turn around, right?

Aaron thought boredly.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the sound of chewing has ended.

A gentleman enjoyed a pleasant meal.

If reason hadn't controlled him, Aaron couldn't even bear to whistle.

Wow, finally solved.

I didn't expect that this skill given by the system is quite useful, or that talking nonsense can really kill people.

The cultist hiding in Leiden City is dead. Although the Lord of Baals City probably still has problems, at least it is not a big problem, right?

Although colluding with cultists is serious, it is probably difficult to make this city lord step down directly with the power of Sartre or Alice. Later, he may have to spend some brain cells to figure out how to communicate with Baals.

Most people who can serve as the lord of a city are not economical lamps.

Of course, if he didn't squeeze something out of Bals, then Aaron would have wasted so many years of experience in single-player masterpieces.

After all, a qualified stand-alone player must at least make sure that there is not even a blade of grass growing wherever he goes.

Be sure to let the kind-hearted NPCs whisper secretly and communicate with each other in fear: "Did your family suffer a hero?"

In the darkness, there was silence.

Aaron, who was thinking wildly, vaguely felt something was wrong.

Why haven't Sartre and Alice shown up yet?

Or that super brave Siosand didn’t say a word?

Why can't I hear other sounds?

Aaron walked forward subconsciously, remembering that Alice and Sartre were not far away.

When his feet stepped on the solid stone bricks, he made a faint sound.

Gulu.

There was a strange sound, like swallowing indistinctly.

Right behind him, even right next to his ears.

Aaron couldn't hear his own heartbeat, but he could clearly feel his heartbeat stopping for a beat.

Why are you still hanging around after you finish eating?

Do you want an extra meal? !