Black Mark of Rebirth

Chapter 34 Puppets

He put his hand to his mouth and whistled, and there was a "whistling", and then a white horse ran over in the jungle. When he turned around, he straddled the horse in a chic and personable manner, and then stretched out a white horse to me. Come on: "Come on."

Looking at the place where there is no end in sight, I guess I was taken a long way by the panicked horse just now, so I should follow him back to have a look.I put my hand on his, and a romantic feeling came from his hand, as if I was the princess who was trapped, and he was the knight who rescued the trouble...

I also turned around and sat right in front of Oscar.

"Drive..." Oscar commanded the horse to leave. I felt really uncomfortable. The two of us were squeezed into the same saddle. The space was too small, so I couldn't help twisting my waist.

"Don't move." The person behind him suddenly put away his cynical attitude and said this sentence very sternly, I was too scared to move.

what happened?

I turned to look at Oscar behind me.

Suddenly, there were clusters of strange black mist in the shape of roses in the forest behind the horses. The black mist of roses smelled of blood, stench, and the breath of despair and death, so familiar, just like the last time in the hot spring. Peeping, and the same feeling as the peeping before meeting Oscar yesterday.

who is it?

The black mist slowly dissipated, and a figure appeared. This man was dressed in bright red and green, like a clown singing an opera. His face was painted with white and red blush, and a gray rose was obviously pinned to his head.

It’s just that this person, with his eyes closed, is lifeless. He feels like a zombie, but he moves like a human being. Generally speaking, there is no human life, only the breath of death...

"Who are you?" Oscar asked.

The man didn't answer, but just stood there, facing me, as if scanning, as if waiting for an order, as if standing there, like a tree, or a stone, or a piece of paper.

But I felt something was wrong. I don’t know how about Oscar himself. Anyway, I just felt very weird, and I always felt that there was a great danger. This danger was aimed at me.

I just have this self-awareness.

Oscar also seemed to sense something was wrong, he hugged me to the back of the horse.

And the man's face moved a little bit, still facing me.

Oscar commanded the horse to slowly move two steps to the right, and the clown also turned his face at an angle.The angle of the clown is always on me.

I was horrified.

"Ann, he's coming for you." Oscar got off his horse and looked at the man and said to me.

Nonsense, isn't he coming for me like that? Is he coming for you?

I rolled my eyes at Oscar.

"Ann, is that your suitor?" Oscar asked me with an unscrupulous expression.

"You...?" Damn it, is it because I have such a terrifying suitor?Do you think everyone is like you?He eats tofu when he sees everyone, and wants to pursue him, playboy?

It's just that Oscar is a little strange, he is still mumbling something to himself after he finished asking me?It's like "the great Lord of Fire!" What is he talking about?

"Don't be angry..." Oscar said loudly and began to murmur again, "Please lend me the power to light the flames that tear apart the darkness!" After he finished speaking, he even touched my face.

I'm depressed.

"Why are you so perverted?" I asked him angrily.

"Fire!" Oscar said three words loudly.

What's the situation?I told him a horse and he told me a donkey, it was really wrong.

Suddenly, a fireball shot out from Oscar's hand and floated towards the opposite clown. As soon as the fireball touched the clown, the clown burst into flames.

The raging fire quickly burned the clown to ashes.

Oscar and I looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Seems like it ended too soon.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the ashes seemed to have vitality, and slowly piled up, little by little, slowly forming the shape of a rose.

I felt like I was reading a ghost story, my whole body was chilling, and I couldn't help shaking Oscar's hand, God, forgive me, I'm afraid of ghosts.

Oscar also became nervous, his hands were sweaty.

Soon, when the two of us were nervous, those ashes piled up to become the clown, but the clown turned his head, and the rose on his head became even bigger, returning to the pattern when we first met.

He seemed to move and came towards us.

Oscar began to chant magic spells: "Great God of Flame, please lend me my divine power to ignite the flames that tear apart the darkness——burning fire!"

As soon as he finished chanting, a fireball quickly flew out of his hand and floated towards the clown.

"Ann, hurry up." As soon as the fireball shot, he immediately directed his horse to turn around and run in another direction.

I immediately hugged Oscar's back tightly, and turned my head to look at the clown who was burned to ashes again.

The clown recovered quickly, even faster than before. After he recovered, he immediately found that we had already run away on horseback, floating towards us like a gust of wind.

"Oscar, run!" I nervously looked at the clown who was getting closer: "He is floating over."

Oscar turned his head and looked nervous, "Drive!" He whipped his horse vigorously, as if the horse was about to fly, and I only heard the exciting sound of wind in my ears.

However, the clown still followed closely behind us. I could clearly see the poisonous gas emanating from the rose on the clown's head, and the fluff on his face...

The clown suddenly opened his eyes, and what I saw was a pair of completely black eyeballs, without any white eyeballs.Those black eyeballs are like a black abyss, rushing towards despair and death, attracting me and pulling me in...

"Bang!", I fell down.

"Ouch!" Oscar moaned from below me, waking me up.

Only then did I realize that my whole body was lying on Oscar's body, while Oscar was lying on the ground. The horse ran forward for a few meters and then stopped.

I looked back at the clown, but the clown was gone, and I saw Ian standing a few meters behind, holding a puppet in his hand, the shape of the puppet was just like the clown just now.

"What's going on?" I asked Ian, I don't know why, I feel very irritated, very irritated, I really want to hit someone, not to hit someone, but I really want to vent.

Ian didn't speak, but still looked at me with gray eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Anmei, are you reluctant to get up from me?" Oscar, who was below me, asked me like a hooligan.

I got up immediately.

"Beauty, I, Oscar, saved you anyway, how could you treat me like this?" Oscar said with a look of abandonment on his face, "Kiss me to repay my life-saving grace."

"Oscar, what's going on?" I got angry.

"How do I know what's going on." Oscar glanced at Ian, stood up, and patted his buttocks: "When you were running on the horse just now, you seemed to have something wrong and let go of your hand, and it fell off, and it was my hands and feet. Quick, be your back, or else..."

I remember just looking into the clown's eyes and not knowing.Could it be that I let go of Oscar's hand at that time, so I fell off?

should be.

Fortunately, Ian arrived in time, otherwise, I don't know what would have happened.

Ian came over and handed the puppet to Oscar: "Oscar, burn it."

Oscar burned the puppet and asked, "What is this?"

Ian ignored him.He turned to me and answered the question I asked just now: "Ann, they found you! This puppet is the scout they sent."

"Is it just a puppet?" I asked him, no wonder the horse didn't panic just now.

"Yes, so it's easy to deal with." Ian nodded.

Easy to deal with?

I glanced at Oscar, who had a depressed expression on his face.

Just now we clearly saw that the clown who had been burned to death came back to life.

And Ian actually said it was easy to deal with.

"Who are they?" I asked Ian.

Ian didn't answer my question directly: "Ann, we are working on a way to hide you."

"What can I do?" I really didn't understand what Ian was talking about. The feeling of irritability just now became stronger, and I really wanted to hit someone and vent.

"Who the hell are they? What do you want me to do? Who are you? Why are you hiding me?" I asked Ian aggressively, you damn Ian, you are going to turn me into a hundred thousand why? .

But Ian gave me a disrespectful look, and stopped talking.

There is a raging fire burning in his chest, what is this Ian?Don't think that you are the boss because you saved me, why are you hiding everything from me?I stepped forward and kicked him angrily, he glanced at me, but still didn't speak.

He saved me, I am very grateful, but I hate this feeling of being kept in the dark, hate the feeling of playing me as a clown, I stepped forward and ruthlessly tore off the cloth covering Ian's face.

Ian grabbed my hand and said, "You've been affected." The gray eyes shone intensely like lasers, and I immediately felt drowsy, so sleepy that I closed my eyes and fell down. It seems that Ian hugged him, and his first thought when he fell asleep was: So Ian is a human being, and he also has temperature...

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