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Aaron felt the coldness on his shoulders, as if a hand gently tapped him.

However, he would never dare to turn around. This being that could eat a person alive would never kindly say "Have you eaten?" after he turned around.

But the chill spread crazily from his shoulders, and in just a few breaths, half of his body was unconscious.

Is this an illusion? Or is it true?

Aaron didn't dare to get angry and forced himself to calm down.

He couldn't see Him or hear Him, but he felt His presence and that there seemed to be something beside him, watching him quietly.

Just this inexplicable and vague feeling almost made him lose his mind.

Indescribable fear spread in his heart. He didn't know what he was afraid of, he was just trembling. The fear deeply imprinted in his genes made him almost unable to control his actions.

The last bit of reason is trying to tighten the reins of the body, but its fragile reins are just a hair away from breaking.

If you run around you will die, if you scream you will die, if you look around you will die!

Aaron's instincts roared loudly in his ears.

However, remaining still is also a dead end.

The chill behind him became more intense, and the biting coldness made him shiver involuntarily.

Is there any way?

Aaron endured his fear and thought quickly.

When he can't move, scream, see, or hear, is there any way he can save himself?

It seems... not?

Still waiting for Sartre or Alice?

Aaron directly wiped this idea away. Although he didn't know how terrifying this Him was, the tip of the iceberg that He showed was definitely not something that Sartre and the others could solve.

In other words, he has a clear understanding that this may be beyond the scope of human power.

Aaron could already feel another hand tapping him gently.

This time, he felt that his internal organs seemed to have their own ideas and began to twist.

He didn't even have time to scream. In the sudden severe pain, he let out a ridiculous burp.

The faint blood rushed out along with the hiccups and re-entered his nasal cavity. It was rich and had a strange fishy sweetness.

Aaron finally knew what kind of torture Tog went through before his death. He was like a drum washing machine, and his internal organs were churning in his chest like clothes.

Finally, wring out the water.

Burping one after another, Aaron thought with difficulty. The severe pain was destroying his nerves at this moment, but it allowed him to maintain his final consciousness.

No, there is one last chance!

In a daze, Aaron finally thought of the possibility of surviving from death.

Dream Talk·Twisted Language!

Release to yourself!

Theoretically speaking, if you fight fire with fire, maybe you can still struggle a little longer?

The first two releases pushed Tog into the abyss of death, but not long after, this last chance of release would become his last hope.

what is this?

Heaven is so good at reincarnation, who will God spare?

An inexplicable feeling surged into his heart, and Aaron's last bit of consciousness was finally completely overwhelmed. He only felt endless bands of light emerging in front of his eyes, and saw strange and bizarre scenes.

He couldn't feel his body, he only felt that everything was illusory, as if he was very light and could float with just a thought.

And he, who had had a similar experience, woke up the next moment and it seemed that his soul was out of body again?

Or is he going to enter the so-called dark dream world again?

In other words, below is his body...

His instinct, faster than his consciousness, looked straight down.

He did see the thin figure of him, but he also saw a shocking scene that he had never seen before.

There was a hand floating quietly behind him, although Aaron couldn't see it.

Yes, Aaron couldn't see the hand, but he could feel that there was indeed such a hand.

The soul that had broken away from the body had unparalleled sensitivity and spiritual awareness at this moment, and he also felt the extraordinary aura attached to this hand.

The moment he sensed this extraordinary aura, a massive flow of information poured into his pitifully small brain like all the rivers and lakes.

The reaction of the soul is extremely fast, which is the speed of thinking, but with such a high speed of reaction, Aaron could only survive for a moment.

This is why Sartre warned loudly.

Don't look directly, don't listen, don't touch...

Even mere perception, even mere awareness itself, is a disaster.

The hand opened silently and gently touched Aaron again, like a super chef testing the dishes before serving.

He is determining the ingredients.

At this time, a light screen finally popped up silently in front of Aaron, who had already passed out.

[The host witnessed the "Crawling Lord" and was forced to organize and summarize the information due to extraordinary information overload...]

[Note: The summary itself will consume knowledge points. 】

[The strange news point is being generated...]

The palm that was about to have a full meal suddenly hesitated, and the taste of the food seemed to undergo some subtle changes.

The originally barely passable taste became tasteless under this change.

Bloody palm prints reappeared on the ground, and they were printed all around Aaron, as if He was looking at Aaron.

In the end, the bloody palm prints moved in an indescribable direction. As the bloody palm prints appeared, the blood color gradually faded and was finally invisible.

With His departure, darkness returns. Even if there is no light, the surroundings are still a bit brighter than before.

Because He himself is a being darker than darkness.

It wasn't until Aaron's moans broke the silence that this space came back to life.

"Damn it! Siosande!" Sartre turned around and saw Aaron who was almost twisted into a knot at the first sight, and he immediately shouted loudly.

Alice looked at Aaron in shock, with a complex expression. She looked at Sartre, and then at Aaron, who was almost out of breath. She hesitated to speak, and seemed a little relieved.

"I'm not dead." Siosande broke away from the shackles of the shadow with a pale face.

With Tog's death, the "Shadow Binding" spell is naturally ineffective.

But then, He came.

No matter how confident Siosande was, he could only shrink back. Meng Ji was forced to return to the dream world because she resisted this "hand of shadow".

"I know you must have the blazing sun potion on you, give it to him." Sartre said firmly.

Siosande sneered and said: "The Blazing Sun Potion is the product of those pharmacists. At that time, the teacher finally asked for three bottles from the Tower of the Sun. One bottle was used by him to break through, and the other bottle was occupied by the old immortal from the Astrology Academy. Wait, how could I..."

"Because the teacher asked you to come here." Sartre interrupted him directly, "The teacher will give it to you."

The faint crunching sound of someone's gnashing teeth could be heard in the air.

"Senior Sartre, do you really think you can do whatever you want with the teacher's favor?!"

Sartre looked at the livid Siosander, glanced at Aaron, and nodded seriously.

He was simply stating a fact.

"Yes, my dear junior."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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