I'm not a sister complex!

Seeing this young man, the leader of the Black Dog Gang who pushed the door open asked calmly:

"You heard it too, what do you think?"

The handsome young man leaning on the sofa stared at the wine glass in his hand with a faint smile on his lips:

"Go! I will give you shelter."

At the same time, near the sea on the east side of Maya City.

Eros and Vivian sat quietly on a reef, staring at the sea pig processing factory not far away. Secret powers flowed around them, completely enveloping the two of them.

This is a second-level seal that Eros applied for from the church, called Shelter of Night.

Just from the name, you know that this is a seal of the Night Path.

The function is to conceal one's own existence and put oneself in a secret state so that others cannot detect oneself.

The side effect is that the longer it is used, the lower its presence becomes, until it completely disappears from the world without leaving any trace.

Fortunately, Eros also applied for another seal from the church - the stealing wooden sign, which can transfer the side effects of this seal to other animals.

For example, Eros now transferred the side effects of the protection of the night to a big black wild boar.

This wild boar will bear the side effects of this seal for him.

As for the side effects of stealing wooden signs, as the number of times they are used increases, the fate of oneself and the target of the theft will be completely reversed.

For example, if you use the Cutting Wood Sign on a big black wild boar many times, you will gradually become a big black wild boar in the eyes of others.

If used only once, the side effects are not serious. It will only temporarily cause the person to acquire some of the characteristics of the grafted person.

At this moment, Eros had acquired the wild boar's gluttonous nature and would feel hungry from time to time.

Of course, he must have been pretending. How could he bear the side effects of the seal?

Neither of them spoke. The only sound in the air around them was the sound of Eros occasionally taking a bite of compressed biscuits.

Suddenly Eros put down the compressed biscuits in his hand, turned his head to look at Vivian beside him, who had an indifferent and cold expression and was obviously in a fighting state, and chuckled and said:

"Do you think any members of the Black Dog Gang will come?"

Vivian said nothing, but just glanced at Eros calmly. The light of the heavenly music fell on her fair face, making her look both aloof and holy.

Eros, who had asked for trouble, stopped talking and followed Vivian's gaze to the sea pig processing factory not far away.

Sure enough, Vivian was not easy to deal with when she entered combat mode. She was too cold.

At this moment, in the abandoned sea pig processing factory ahead, three men in night watchman robes were inspecting the abandoned factory building in front of them.

They talked and laughed, just like real people.

Sealed Object 2: 012 Mr. Prankster’s Toy House.

The function is to use blood to fool the rules and create a real self that can only exist for one day.

When the time is up, the created person will disappear directly, and the owner of the blood will fall into weakness for up to two months.

It was originally a useless seal, but it is just right to be used here.

This way you don't have to worry about the bait being eaten by fish.

Time passed little by little, and at eight o'clock in the evening, the two people sitting on the reef not far away raised their heads at the same time.

According to the two captured Black Dog Gang members, the Black Dog Gang's sacrificial ceremony was originally scheduled for 10 o'clock tonight.

And now it is eight o'clock, only two hours away from ten o'clock in the evening.

"coming!"

The corners of Eros' mouth curled up slightly. He won the bet. It seemed that the leader of the Black Dog Gang also liked to pursue excitement.

Vivian said nothing, but took out a women's revolver from the hem of her nun's uniform.

Just at this moment, a fat gray rat suddenly jumped out of the abandoned sea pig processing factory and was rapidly approaching the three night watchmen who were patrolling the factory.

The three night watchmen who were patrolling the factory apparently noticed the movement of the mouse and looked towards where the mouse was.

But it was too late. The moment they turned around, the gray rat suddenly exploded into a bloody mist.

Then the blood mist swept over the three Night Watchmen, completely enveloping them.

After a while, the blood mist dissipated, and only three white skeletons were left there.

Only the fine bite marks remaining on the bones seemed to tell what had happened in the blood mist in that brief moment.

As the skeleton fell to the ground, a little spiritual light began to gather above the skeleton, slowly condensing into three opaque objects.

These are the pollutants that are being released from the bodies of the three night watchmen. Since a real person was created by fooling the rules, he naturally has pollutants.

However, this pollutant can only exist for one day and will automatically dissipate when it expires.

Looking at the three skeletons lying on the ground, the blood mist that had just dissipated gathered in the air again, and then condensed into a man with jade feet on his head.

The man licked the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and sighed:

"Sure enough, the flesh and blood of church members is more delicious than those small fry."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling his men in the distance to take action.

When the members of the Black Dog Gang saw their deputy leader kill the church members in an instant, they couldn't help but show excitement on their faces.

Without delay, they carried the blood-containing sacks that had been prepared long ago into the abandoned processing plant one after another, and then began to make arrangements for the necessary preparations for the sacrifice inside the factory.

During this process, a tall middle-aged man with a centipede-like tumor on his face also walked in from outside the factory.

All the Black Dog Gang members passing by saluted him and called him "gang leader".

The middle-aged man just nodded slightly, and then walked straight to the relatively intact room on the side of the processing plant.

The three night watchmen from the church just now rested in this room.

After the middle-aged man entered the room, he waved his hand and made a chair of flesh and blood with his flesh and blood.

Outside the room, members of the Black Dog Gang were coming and going, busy with excitement, making preparations for the sacrifice.

Inside the room, the middle-aged man sat upright on the flesh-and-blood chair, supporting his chin with one hand and placing the other hand on the armrest, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips.

Back to just now, when Eros noticed the middle-aged man with scars on his face, Barbara's clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"There's something wrong with this man. His fate seems to be off."

"Is fate shifting?" Eros asked back.

"Yes! It means deviating from the original trajectory of destiny." Barbara explained.

Eros raised his eyebrows slightly. Could this be the reason why the leader of the Black Dog Gang had been behaving strangely in the last few months?

Eros immediately told Barbara his guess.

"It's indeed possible!" Barbara quickly gave her opinion.