Chapter 1166

Dense in the air.

I don't know when, in a certain area of the black market, a gray dense fog like fog suddenly appeared and spread little by little.

However, due to the lack of many residents in the black market, this situation was not found for a time.

But in fact, even if someone is aware of this, it is useless. Because this unknown strange mist can't be blown away at all, and even seems to be an illusory existence.

Fortunately, this gray fog seems to do no harm to creatures. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and seems to have no other negative effects except that it will lead to very low visibility in the shrouded area.

In the middle of the expanding fog over time, an insignificant old house stands quietly in a corner of the street. It seems that there is nothing special

Oh, all right!

In this gray environment, it is probably impossible to see the whole picture of this broken house.

"Muriel! Muriel, wake up... Open your eyes and look at me! Muriel..."

A faint call came from the second floor of the house. There was no doubt that it was Martin's voice. In this case, Muriel failed to support pansy's return after all.

"Damn it... Who... Who made her like this! And what the hell is this inexplicable fog?"

Martin gnashed his teeth and growled, almost uncontrollable. But no matter what he did, he couldn't make Muriel better from her current state.

It can be seen that Muriel, who is lying in bed at the moment, has completely lost her look. Because the fog around her was so thick, Martin had to be very close to her to barely see what she was like.

In fact, these unknown mists were constantly released from her body.

Martin remembered that it was about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no response to the surrounding movements, and the whole person fell into a state of absence.

Suddenly, Martin saw a gray dense breath spreading out with her breath from her slightly open mouth and nose.

The fog seemed to be a little heavier than the air. They didn't float upward, but rolled and sank to the ground like cold.

The speed of the fog was so fast that when Martin was still at a loss, the floor in the bedroom was completely invisible.

Martin was naturally very anxious about this, but he was also worried about whether the fog would harm himself. When Muriel was unconscious, he knew that at least he could never have an accident again.

At that moment, even though the fog in the room had covered his instep, he decided to avoid it first and check whether his body was abnormal.

But Martin soon found that there was no problem with the fog - even after he accidentally inhaled a little, there was no accident.

It's a pity that he alone is fine, but he can't change the worse situation at present.

Unknowingly, the fog has poured down the corridor and stairs to the downstairs, and began to leak out from the cracks of doors and windows.

"Why... Why do you do this to Muriel... Who is it? Will it be the Ministry of magic? Or that McClane... Yes, it must be McClane..."

In the fog, Martin held Muriel's hand tightly, but he could only feel the slightest cold from her palm.

He whispered and finally couldn't help yelling again:

"McLean! I admit my mistake. Can't I admit defeat? I'm overindulgent and want to follow halebo to deal with you... McLean! Come out quickly! I'll tell you everything I know from halebo!"

"Of course... I have to say, I don't care about it." suddenly, a voice that made Martin tremble suddenly sounded in the fog in the room, "because... You don't know anything at all."

"Sea -"

At that moment, Martin, who was lying by the bed, was frozen, and his hand holding Muriel trembled slightly.

"No... teacher?"

After a moment of silence, Martin slowly turned his head - the fear from the bottom of his heart made his joints rusty, and the action of turning his head sideways lasted for several seconds.

However, the dense fog made him unable to see where Haier Bo was... He was not even sure whether Haier Bo was in the bedroom right now.

But at the next moment, with a few slight footsteps, the familiar and strange figure suddenly showed an outline from the mist.

"Don't call me 'teacher', I don't have the hobby of collecting traitors."

Halber didn't look at Martin. He just said casually, and his eyes fell gently on Muriel on the bed.

As far as Martin knew, standing at the end of the bed now could not see Muriel clearly, but halbo's eyes seemed to be able to see everything, and the fog could not hinder him.

"In addition," halber looked at Muriel, who was still releasing the fog, and said carelessly, "don't blame others for McLean... It can't be him who turned this little girl into such a person?"

Martin didn't speak. He just stared at the faint outline in the fog, his eyes full of confusion.

Since Haier Bo said so, how could he not think about each other?

But once he thought that it was hairbo who had poisoned Muriel, Martin felt more and more incredible - did it do any good to hairbo?

However, just when Martin was very confused, Haier Bo suddenly chuckled.

"Why, do you want to blame me again?" he said faintly. "Of course, I don't mind you thinking so... But unfortunately, it's really just a coincidence! At least in my opinion, there's no distinction between who got my 'gift' -"

Speaking of this, Haier Bo, who had never seen Martin even once, finally turned his head a little.

"Just like you apprentices, I accept everyone. Anyway... You children will have a 'new self' sooner or later."

In Martin's increasingly confused sight, halber sighed again, and then whispered like a whisper to himself.

"... soon, really soon... Soon, you will get a new start with me. And I believe no one will disturb me this time."

After a slight pause, halbo finally added:

"After all, in today's era, let alone Merlin, Roy Na and Salazar, have long been turned into dust... How can McClane, whose weakness is as obvious as Godric, hinder my progress?"

Before the words fell, he ignored Martin's plan and waved one hand.

I saw that Muriel, who was originally lying in bed, suddenly showed a layer of subtle spatial fluctuations. Then Martin felt his hands empty and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the seemingly endless fog continued to churn out, as if Muriel was still lying where she was, and never left from beginning to end.

"Muriel!"

Before his beloved girl disappeared, Martin's heart was still suppressed by fear, and he couldn't have the will to resist at all. Although he knew that there must be a reason for Haier Bo's appearance, and it was probably directed at Muriel, he still didn't dare to act rashly.

Until the moment when his palm suddenly failed finally came, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty.

"Halbo! Give me back Muriel -"

Between the shaking of his mind, I don't know where the courage came from, which made Martin suddenly pull out the wand that accompanied him when he grew up.

"Avada is dead!"

A green awn burst out silently in the vast fog, quickly penetrated the fog, and then hit the bedroom wall heavily. The deadly spell instantly blasted a hole in the wall panel, and debris flew everywhere for a moment.

But since the curse of death finally hit the wall, it naturally shows that Haier Bo is safe and sound.

"Hum, curse of death... Do you think this modern magic that destroys the rules of death may threaten me?" halbo sneered, but then shook his head. "Oh, maybe! But the premise is that you have to use it on me before McLean, or there may be some possibility!"

After saying this, Haier Bo suddenly stepped back and disappeared into the thick fog around him.

"Stop!"

Martin clenched his teeth, clenched his wand tightly and ran a few steps in the direction of halbo's disappearance, but soon he accidentally and severely hit the wall of the room.

With a low hum, he immediately fell to the root of the wall, but he struggled to endure the pain and got up again.

"Haier Bo -"

The other party left and didn't mean to stay after sending Muriel to an unknown place.

It can be seen that Haier Bo probably never cared about Martin's "mole ant", and even the idea of running him over.

After stumbling and running around like crazy in this bedroom, Martin finally seemed to lose all his strength and sat down on the floor.

After a long time, I heard him whisper like a dream. Just look at his dejected appearance, it is no different from the previous Muriel.

"... Haier Bo."

In that tone, hatred has long been lost, because mole ants are not qualified to hate humans.