Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

Alan was full of doubts, and was about to ask Eli if he had read it wrong, but he heard the strange voice "Huh".

The other party said: "Can you see it?"

These words were obviously directed at Eli.

Eli understood something from Alan's suspicious eyes looking back at him. He realized that Alan couldn't see the blue mist.

——Could it be that this is also a "legacy" of the power of the undead still in the body?

Eli thought, watching the light blue mist that was moving around the bathroom ceiling, and nodded at him.

"Strange." The "fog" that Allen couldn't see muttered to himself, floated down from the ceiling, approached Eli at a gentle speed, and slowly circled around Eli.

Although Allen couldn't see the fog, he guessed from Eli's actions that the other party had floated nearby. He frowned, and quietly blocked Eli from behind.

"Don't be so nervous." The fog with thinking ability reiterated again, "I really don't have any malicious intentions."

Unable to see the shape, and unable to judge the direction of the visitor from the sound source, Allen quietly examined the bathroom, the brilliance of the elemental light clusters on his fingertips flowed, and he did not speak.

Eli was able to concentrate on staring at the fog at first, guessing the true identity of the person in his heart, but after noticing Alan's protective action, he uncontrollably turned his eyes back to Alan, looking Profile of young brunette.

The light blue unknown gas revolved around Eli, and he also noticed Eli's attention shifting.

As if playing some prank, the mist that had been circling Eli at a distance suddenly shortened the distance between it and Eli, and when Eli recovered, the mist had almost covered his face.

"...!"

Instinctively avoiding the approach of the fog, the fog came from the front right, and the best way to avoid it was to retreat backwards or to the left, but Eli stood up from the bathtub and walked around to Allen.

The cloud of mist did not continue to follow this time, it just floated up and down for a while, and suddenly there was a sudden realization in the voice: "No wonder, it turns out that the target of Hall's sword is following you."

"The Sword of Hall" is an extremely ear-catching keyword.

The elemental light cluster at Allen's fingertips stagnated for a few seconds, and finally dispelled it.

Eli will be "clean" from top to bottom, and Hall's sword was left on the table outside the bathroom. The visitor mentioned a sentence of "follow", which made Alan pay special attention: "What the hell are you? People, why are they here?"

Seeing that Allen dismissed the elemental light group, the voice was much happier: "Of course I came here because I have something to say to you, but it seems that the current situation is not suitable for talking. I will go out first and go to the outside room wait for you, okay?"

After this sentence was finished, the unknown stranger stopped talking.

Allen couldn't tell whether the other party had left, he looked at Eli.

Eli, who got out of the bathtub, was still covered with drops of water. He looked at the blue mist that had already got out of the bathroom door, and said to Alan with certainty: "He floated out."

Allen nodded slightly, noticing the water still hanging on Eli's body, and took a towel from the side: "Wipe dry quickly, so as not to catch a cold."

Eli just remembered that his current image might be a little "unsightly", so he quickly put himself in a big bath towel.

Then stop moving.

Allen stood aside like a stake for a while before realizing that Eli was waiting for him to go out.

The light blue mist floated out of the bathroom and slowly condensed into a human shape in the room. While condensing into a solid body, he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the bathroom. As a result, just as his upper body was condensed, he saw the door of the bathroom opened. The young man who sent it came out first.

It was late at night, and the place was a bedroom with only a dim yellow wall lamp lit. A brown-haired man with only his upper body was suspended in the center of the room. The perfect horror scene.

But it is a pity that the only audience watching this "imperfect scene" at this time is Alan. He is the kind of person who is rare and fearful. Friends finished all the classic horror movie "high-ranking players".

Only the brown-haired man on the upper body waited on the spot for a while longer. Seeing that Allen kept looking at him with that paralyzed face, he sighed somewhat regretfully, and continued to condense the lower body.

It was only then that Allen saw a light blue mist-like halo around the slowly forming man. From this, he deduced that the "mist" that Eli had just seen should be this man.

By the time the brown-haired man's body was completely condensed, Eli had already packed up and came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

Eli was stunned when he saw the strange man standing in the room.

Seeing that the two people I was waiting for finally arrived, their gazes focused on him at the same time. The male "man" in the center of Eli and Allen's eyes scratched his slightly messy curly hair, and said some nonsense to ease the atmosphere: "Are you finished?"

His eyes are a slightly darker emerald color, and he is now bent, smiling heartily and harmlessly: "In order to avoid misunderstanding, please let me formally introduce myself first."

As he said that, the brown-haired man who looked very young raised his hand slightly, and the Sword of Hall, which was placed on the small coffee table, was immediately wrapped in a ball of blue light and flew into his hand.

Looking at his words and deeds, Alan suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Eli also noticed something from the opponent's skillful summoning of Hall's sword. He subconsciously looked at Alan's expression and found that Alan was also looking at him.

They looked at each other and saw exactly the same uncertainty in each other's eyes.

The brown-haired man who had observed them with great interest before was now fully attracted by the sword of Hall. He stroked the blade slowly, with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

"It's really nostalgic." The man holding the scabbard whispered, "Long time no see, my old friend."

In the entire continent of Asa, except for Hall himself, no one is qualified to call Hall's sword "my old friend".

Hall's sword seemed to respond to this call, and it vibrated in the hands of the brown-haired young man.

With a sonorous and powerful sound of gold and stone, the long black metal strip automatically released the spell seal, and returned to its original long sword in the hands of the young man.