The Third Master of the Fairy is a Girl

The extremely calm, unwavering blood pool swayed for a while, and then, a figure sprang out of the blood pool.

Stepping on the water with bare feet, he walked towards the stone table step by step.

It was a very young girl. Judging by human eyes, she was in her twenties, at the age of a flower. Although she had an exotic and beautiful face, her expression was blunt and indifferent. It is also bloody, like that pool of water.

Even, in those eyes, there seems to be something surging and surging, there is a faint feeling of breaking through the eyeballs and rushing out, so creepy, coupled with the surrounding images, a complete midnight bell .

Even more depressing than that terrifying midnight bell.

"come out."

The girl stepped across the water, walked to the edge of the pool, sat down on the stone table, and looked towards the tunnel entrance.

The voice was sharp and hoarse, like an old woman, and her eyebrows and eyes were as cold as stones, but the light in her eyes was vacant, and she seemed to be—blind?

However, after the girl opened her mouth, the surroundings were silent and there was no movement. The girl picked up a handful of blood with her backhand and threw it towards the tunnel entrance.

And the blood water, after leaving the blood pool and touching the air, turned into sharp blood needles, and stabbed towards the tunnel.

"No, you always greet me in this way, isn't it too cruel?"

Helpless, but with a mocking voice, it vibrated and spread in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly condensed at the entrance of the tunnel, gradually turning into the outline of an adult man, except that he was dressed in black with a black cloak covering him tightly. Yes, people can't peep at his face, only a rough height and outline can be seen.

Moreover, this person's voice also sounds very ordinary, neutral voice, ordinary sound quality, just like that kind of voice on the street, casually shouting, people will remember it as soon as they hear it, but they will forget it when they turn their heads. Featureless.

He even spoke in pure and authentic Lanhydroxy language, and the voices of those ghosts in the ghost town were the same, showing how carefully he pretended to be.

When the girl saw it was him, her stone-like brows and vacant eyes paused, then she stood up, walked towards him, then passed him, stood at the entrance of the tunnel, and looked up.

The stairs going up from the tunnel entrance are winding, but you can see the bottom at a glance, and there are torches on both sides of the wall, which illuminate the stairs as bright as day, and nothing can be hidden, but the girl lifts her feet and takes a step. Step up.

Then, when he stepped on the fifth floor of the stairs, he suddenly shot and patted one of the murals.

"Whoa-"

The wall was shattered, and a large hole was shot. At the same time, she grabbed a person out of thin air, and she threw the person in front of the man.

"your people?"

The man glanced at the thing on the ground that was vomiting blood, and sighed, very helpless.

"I've told you that she's not easy to get along with. She made you wait outside. What are you doing here?"

The man in the same black robe and black cloak rubbed his chest while grinning, sat cross-legged on the ground, and muttered softly.

"Am I not curious?"

"...Curiosity killed the cat, how many times have I told you? If I didn't recognize you, you would have been thrown into the blood pool by now!"

The man kicked him and smiled at the girl who came to the stone table and sat down again.

"New here, ignorant, don't mind-"

The girl ignored them, but stretched out her hand toward the shaking dark color on the stone table. The dark color followed her fingertips, circled around her palm, and then got into her palm.

With a breath, the dark color came out of her palm again, jumped into the pool of blood and disappeared.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man.

"How many people did you send in?"

"Five."

The man gave her a slap in the face.

"Three old men, a boy, a girl, but, this time, there are special requirements, you have to help them find where the twelve weapons are, no matter what method, as long as you ask where the twelve weapons are Okay, with the twelve weapons in hand, you are one step closer to the goal of the Lord, and you can get out from here, no longer bound—"

The man's tone seemed to be very gentle, with a long smile.

However, the girl looked at him very coldly.

"You said the same thing a hundred years ago."

"Uh-"

The man reluctantly reached out to touch his nose and spread his hands again.

"You know, what I said a hundred years ago was right, but when I saw that the twelve weapons were about to be obtained, I met a few stunners, who were not afraid of the sky and the earth, and they were desperately trying to kill them. It was taken away, and we were so angry that we desperately tried to take it—"

"But two of them are particularly difficult to deal with. They grabbed the clues all at once and directly destroyed several of our strongholds, which caused us to lose a lot of people and hurt our vitality even more, so we had to retreat and avoid them. It took a long time to recover, but it has never been slow for you, right?"

"No, as soon as we recover, don't we continue to collect twelve items? It's not too short now, just work harder—"

"And, let me tell you, out of these five people, four of them are related to those two people back then, especially that young man, who is the descendant of those two people back then—"

"If it's him, I think he knows the whereabouts of the twelve weapons. Even if he doesn't know, except for the fattest old man, the rest of the two old men should also know-"

"However, the two old enemies are a bit involved, and it's more troublesome. We can't do it well outside. Isn't this just sent to you? So, please help~ I'll send you more next time. Come over for rations? Make up for it?"

His words were similar to flattering words, which made the girl look away expressionlessly and said nothing more.

But her attitude made the man know that she was tacitly accepting it.

After all, he has been dealing with each other for so many years, and he still has a little vision.

So, he laughed twice, thanked him twice, then kicked the idiot on the ground and cursed.

"Idiot! Still not up? Do you really want to be thrown into the blood pool?"

... The man who was kicked and scolded muttered something that no one understood, then stood up, clutched his sore chest and wanted to be scolded, followed behind the man, and disappeared at the entrance of the tunnel.

When the place was quiet again, the girl sat in front of the stone table for a while, then got up and walked to a wall, stretched out her hand and pressed it against the wall, the wall seemed to be consciously, slowly opening.

When the wall was fully opened, a thick and icy stinging cold white mist sprang out from inside.