Mystery: The whole good living master

Adam was not in the church.

A dark-haired young man wearing a monocle and a pointed hat was lying alone on the table, staring into the crystal ball.

……

Amon watched Koreshi waltz.

Looking at the sharp peaks protruding from the rock wall, the rocks are weathered and hanging upside down in bits and pieces, like monster's teeth.

There was black foam squeezed under the rocks, and if you didn't look closely, the foam would wriggle and become more and more.

The ground was covered with thorny bushes, lying lifelessly on the ground, with twisted gray-green branches crawling everywhere.

There were crooked trees growing on the rock wall. They had no leaves and at the end of each branch was a dried corpse. It was impossible to tell what kind of creature they were.

Outside the canyon was a thick, cascading, twisted tangle of dead grass, tall tussocks with deep purple, jagged blades that hung like knives, like the knives in the hands of a serial killer.

The soil on the ground seemed to have been soaked in blood, but now the blood has dried up and the ground has become sticky and liquid.

Amon watched as Koreshi walked into the bushes.

It seemed as if Korishi had seen something and, driven by curiosity, walked into the bushes.

It was a monster. A monster with a broken neck and a head strangely attached to its shoulders.

Its body seemed to be made up of regular square pieces of meat, and it was covered with black gelatinous substance. The sticky black liquid kept dripping down, pulling out a long silk thread, and finally fell to the ground, mixing the deep red soil into a burnt black paste.

Amon recognized it as a human out of control, a shepherd out of control.

Sequence Five, out of control due to the pollution of the fallen Creator.

Amon watched as Koreshi raised his hand happily in greeting, and then the monster fled in terror.

Amon watched as Koreshi stamped his feet angrily.

Then Amon saw Koreshi crawl into a patch of light red thorns. The thorns stretched their bodies to form a large circle, like a pool of bird droppings falling to the ground.

The tips of the thorns were rolled into complete purple-red spiral stems, which were trembling and swaying triumphantly, as if celebrating the capture of their prey.

Korihi emerged from the thorns and stood under a tree. The tree looked like a tree with an oval crown. From a distance, it looked as if it was wrapped with red cotton yarn.

A huge, dry spider was hanging under the tree canopy, with eight long legs like branches. The spider did not have a huge abdomen, but a human skull instead. There were two glass-like eye sockets in the middle of the skull. A large piece of scalp was missing from the skull, which was covered with pus-like hemangiomas. There was no neck, but scarlet blood vessels connected the spider's body.

Amon watched as Koreshi greeted him happily, watched as the spider's glass eyes revealed fear, and watched as the spider ran away.

Then Koreshi stamped his foot angrily again.

Korishi reached out and grabbed a branch, propped himself up and jumped up, using his scissor legs to hold the tree trunk. He then raised his hand and grabbed a branch higher up, hugged the trunk and raised his legs, stepped on a tree knot, and followed with his other foot to step on the branch he had just grabbed, while his hands climbed up to the branches in the crown of the tree.

Amon felt that this young man with beautiful short silver-blue hair was about to become a new member of the mummies wrapped in the scarlet spider web.

However, Korishi did not continue to climb up, but stopped at the waist of the tree, stepped his feet up and down on both sides of the trunk, arched his waist, shook his head, and his beautiful silver hair jumped up very lively. Then he hooked the trunk with his five fingers, slowly loosened his knees that were against the tree, and slid down from mid-air like a cat.

Land on one foot, straighten your body, and do three and a half turns on the spot.

Amon pinched his eye sockets, and a golden energy ball appeared in his hand. He played with it with his slender white fingers. A wooden board appeared on the table in front of Amon, with the number ten in Giant language engraved in cursive script in the middle of the board.

Amon looked expressionless as he watched Koreshi once again burrow into the lifeless grass that looked like coal ash. The energy ball in his hand disappeared, and the wooden board on the table also became illusory. The angel looked at the crystal ball, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Korisi hid behind a bunch of curled vines. On the other side of the vines was a blood-red giant with a circle of huge teeth on his jaw. He was standing in a tense confrontation with several other Cyclops who were tied up with black shackles covered with minced meat.

This time, before Korishi had the chance to say hello, several monsters ran away without even looking back, making Korishi so angry that he jumped to his feet.

The color of the grass gradually changed from red to black, the leaves became thinner, and the plants grew taller and taller, already able to cover the young man's figure.

Korishi accidentally stepped on a dark green mushroom tumor on the ground that looked like a broken umbrella. The mushroom exploded and covered Korishi with yellow fuzzy spores.

The ground became muddy, as if soaked in the monster's blood, red, mixed with black threads.

Korihi tried with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Korishi stood in the middle of the withered yellow reeds. A straight black wooden plant was abruptly inserted diagonally into the muddy bright red soil. Amon watched helplessly as the silly young man fearlessly stretched out his hand to try to touch the monster; he watched as the black wooden thorn burst into a dozen sharp reed leaves, leaving fine scars on the young man's arm.

However, the wooden thorn disappeared directly - No. 3563 stole the wooden thorn with a metallic luster.

Amon let out a long breath, but before he finished it, he took another breath.

Korishi pulled aside the reeds, and behind them was a vast but depressing blood lake.

Amon looked at Koreshi and seemed to see something, but he couldn't see it from his perspective.

Amon reached out to grab the crystal ball, but he couldn't understand this imaginary creation.

Korishi once again greeted the unknown creature on the other side.

This time it seemed to get a response. Amon saw the silver-haired young man smiling happily, so the angel himself was also very happy.

But the angel couldn't laugh, because Korishi looked like he wanted to go into the water and swim to the other side!

Scarlet land, scarlet lake, bloody corpses floating in the lake, brown-grey and twisted dark water plants, huge fish with fangs full of fangs swimming among the water plants, their scales seemed to have been worn out in the battle, their fins were also like broken fans, they swam slowly and leisurely.

Korishi walked to the lake and touched the water surface with his foot, attracting all the strange fish in the water. However, Korishi seemed not to notice and continued to put his foot into the water.

Amon heard a familiar voice, "What on earth are you worried about?"

Korishi's white and thin feet fell into the scarlet and sticky blood. A ferocious fish jumped up, scaring Korishi so much that he stepped back repeatedly.

"what happened to you?"

Amon heard the creature on the other side of the lake speaking human language, and it was a very familiar voice.

"Hello!" Koreshi greeted.

“…Hello to you too…” Amon felt that his tone was even speechless and was amused.

Amon felt like he was coaxing a child.

"Is there something bothering you?" The voice followed the routine and asked about the mental state of the owner of the beautiful short silver-blue hair.

Mu Fan Ge blinked and shook his head happily.

"No~"

"Ah...Is that so...you...are you here to see me?"

Amon saw Koreshi nodded subconsciously and smiled playfully.

"Let's go, I'll take you out."

Amon finally saw the source of the sound...

With long snow-white hair and snow-white skin, she looks like an orchid in a valley, far away from the world.

“Ourolus!?”