Chapter 560: Chapter 514 Rag Doll and Mirage Street_3
Her body was trembling, but she couldn’t move; in her eyes was indescribable fear.
Martha was still alive.
“Save… Save !”
Her difficult plea caused candle wax to drip into her mouth.
In an instant, she couldn’t speak anymore.
The gradually solidifying candle wax sealed her mouth shut.
Screaming and wailing, several had already tried when they first arrived in this world, but now, the four of them still couldn’t suppress their instinct, and their piercing screams filled with endless fear echoed through the street engulfed by darkness.
As Martha burned, she emitted warmth and a certain fragrance, which kept the four of them warm on this snowy night.
But their minds were occupied by intense fear; all four thought of fleeing imdiately, but their legs seed to be fixed in place, trembling and unable to do anything else.
And now, in front of Martha.
The dirty rag doll turned its head again, looking at the four, and as if following a previous order, it asked the burly young man, “Sir, would you like to buy a candle?”
The young man’s soul was completely subrged in fear.
He clutched his mouth tightly, the intense pressure causing his gums to bleed, gathering all his courage, he slowly shook his head.
The rag doll turned towards the next one.
Just as she was about to speak, suddenly, a portal of nihility opened.
From the black vortex, a human figure erged, dressed in loose, comfortable clothes, carrying a dicine box, with a pleasing and appealing appearance.
A Wandering Alchemist?
The four were montarily stunned.
Then hope arose in their eyes. At this mont, anyone who could save them would be welcod.
The newly appeared Tang Qi, looking at the scene before him, had clusters of Information Fragnts exploding in his mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
At that mont, the rag doll casually walked past the four and approached Tang Qi.
A roughly sewn, dirty little face, illuminated by the radiance emitted by the burning “Martha,” was reflected in Tang Qi’s eyes.
She took out a white candle and handed it over, pleadingly asked, “Sir, would you like to buy a candle?”
Tang Qi looked at the pitiful rag doll before him, listening to the crisp plea, contrasting with the special scenes erging in his mind, and the strong, unbearable evil intentions wrapping around him; his expression turned strange.
He tilted his head, reaching into the dicine box, ignoring the frantic hints from the other four, appearing to be taking out money, and with a gentle smile to the rag doll, he said, “I’ll not only buy, but I’ll take all your candles.”
“Roar!”
Accompanying Tang Qi’s words, the Evil Dragon Roar was unleashed, endlessly firing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets made entirely of Molten Magic, like a torrential downpour, poured onto the pitiful rag doll.
A sharp, alien wailing burst out from the mouth of the rag doll, but it stopped abruptly as its entire head was blown into pieces, and the tattered fabric and filthy cotton didn’t even have a chance to fly before being completely burned.
But soon after, clusters of at erupted, fresh and disgustingly crimson.
However, before these clumps of at could show any Pollution, they encountered the cleansing of Molten Magic Power and were instantly blasted into countless holes, seemingly about to be completely obliterated into a state of Nihility.
But in Tang Qi’s eyes, the necessary Information Fragnts never appeared.
On the contrary, a more intense, terrifying evil intent, almost tangible, was winding towards him.
At the end of the street, in the deepest darkness, a low Roar that made one’s soul tremble rose and fell, like a monstrous army eager to move, charging towards them.
This ti, the burning “Martha” was not needed; the dazzling firelight scorched the darkness, allowing them to see clearly.
At the end of this bizarre street nad “Mirage Street,” indeed, there appeared an army, an army slowly running towards them, composed entirely of Candle n.
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