Yi Cha was about to freeze, but everything was in time. The little grinding dust unexpectedly had a strange effect.
Diavolo grabbed his arm and smoothly took him away.
They landed softly in the spacious mine.
"Hey! Man!" He saw Naruf's big smile.
Icha had to lie on the ground to recover for a while, staring at the gray ceiling, listening to Naruf and Diavolo sitting aside and chatting. The whole article is full of conversations like "What then? So? Why? What does 'Le Yile' mean?" and "Little girl, I told you that old Naruf used to...".
Then he felt better and sat up.
He looked at Diavolo. The girl looked the same as usual, with thin and soft black curly hair, flaming eyes, and thin and strong limbs - no trace of rose color.
"Diavolo," he called. When the girl heard this, she turned around, walked up to him on all fours, and put her head on his shoulders, like a real sheep. Naruf also came over.
"alright."
Icha patted Diavolo's head, remembering the scene just now. "Did you just summon luck?"
"What?" She sat down with a blank look on her face, "I just counted."
He thought for a while and decided to change the method, "This way, you count again. Follow the previous method. Keep the same speed."
",&bsp&bsp,&bsp&bsp,&bsp&bsp&bsp&bsp,&bsp&bsp,&bsp&bsp,..." Diavolo clapped his fingers and occasionally raised a hoof.
Icha stared at her closely.
Until the count passed, no rose-colored flames appeared from the girl's body.
Can prime numbers really bring luck?
What just happened might just be a coincidence.
Luck is something that is difficult to summarize and reproduce. Scholars hate luck the most, but they don't dare to say it because they are very afraid of luck and stay away from them.
"That's it." He sighed, interrupted Diavolo's counting, and gave up the idea of further delving into this matter at this moment.
The girl put down her hands in confusion and hugged her delicate knees obediently.
"When are we going to that new hell?" Naruf came up and asked, and quickly explained, "You have your plan, I know it."
Icha pushed them away and stood up.
"We have to get rid of this thing now." He lifted the whip cage on his hand - only one head of the black shadow was left, struggling feebly and letting out a low groan. "Then if we can, we teleport back."
He glanced at Diavolo.
The girl had a blank expression on her face, "Ah..."
"No? It doesn't matter."
Yi Cha was not surprised. He had considered this possibility - he had considered many possibilities on how to get back from Comeniti, including the worst one. "If that doesn't work, then forcefully cross the Wangchuan River and come to the world illegally."
"Sounds great! Man!" the captain said excitedly. "Naruf likes illegal things best! It's exciting to be with you!"
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You can start thinking of ways to deal with Sombra.
You have to try Yin iron first.
He wasn't entirely sure about this approach. When the black shadow attached itself to the Son of Chaos, his blade could only poke out a hole in her that quickly healed - it was an emergency situation at that time, and now he did not dare to experiment with Diavolo at all.
Of course, Yin Iron may not have any effect on the black shadow.
Don't be prepared to allocate too much time to this step. He roughly rolled up a row of neat ores with his whip, surrounded the black shadow inside, and sealed the top with the same ore - it was enough to move quickly enough, but the black shadow with only one head moved very slowly.
Then he whipped out his whip.
The Yin Iron Ore held the black shadow like an inverted bowl, and a suppressed scream came from inside - a male voice, the same as the one he heard from the Son of Chaos at that time.
The screams continued for a long time, and then slowly died down.
Icha listened intently, and realized that "it" was not destroyed, but probably shrank itself in the middle of the "bowl".
"Who are you?" he asked inside.
He originally thought there were only two options: answer obediently or remain silent, but the black shadow said
"you guess."
Yi Cha thought for a while and decided that this was not a good time to play mind games, so he whipped the entire ore "bowl" to spin like a top, and then inserted the heart of the tip of the whip into the gap to poke him.
The black shadow screamed continuously.
After a while, Yi Cha pulled out his whip and stopped spinning.
"Who are you? What is your purpose?" He asked inside again.
The black shadow let out a sinister laugh.
"Guess? You can't guess. You can never guess, hey hey hey hey hey hey... stupid low-level creatures... you will only be played by me..."
"You are a separated soul. Your master wants to kill me." Yi Cha said.
"You can't guess the specifics!"
"Okay. You're right." Yi Cha started to pump the top again, letting screams ooze from it.
This guy is really a soul shadow - a special kind of soul fragment.
He thought as he smoked.
This was originally just a conjecture. Now that the prophecy of the Doomsday War has been changed and the Son of Chaos has a possessed shadow, the War of Dawn and the Holy Child of Order appear particularly suspicious.
There is most likely the same reason behind this. Perhaps it was because recently in Comeniti, there had been too many cases of random soul separation and reorganization, and he couldn't help but think about this matter as a divided soul.
The same mastermind caused these two things that happened at the same time. If you think about it this way, things are indeed simplified a lot.
Speaking of which, the main soul of this black shadow is absolutely unusual. Its fragments cannot be destroyed by Yin Iron, and just one fragment can control the Son of Hell...
What is equally scary is that if the same force is behind the change of doomsday prophecy and the possession of Diavolo, then both "it" and "them" have at least continued from the real century to the present...
It is true that demons do not age, but the birth of demons is always accidental, and nothing can last from that time to now.
"Is this a popular sport recently? It's like something played by children." Naruf didn't know when he strolled up to him. He seemed to be in a very happy mood and enjoyed every moment away from the floor tiles.
By the way, he is still the one who continues to this day.
Yi Cha sighed silently in his heart, it would be nice if he didn't spend most of his life in the storage room.
"Do you know what enemies the Shepherd has?" he asked not very hopeful. Sure enough, Naruf shook his head.
"What kind of existence is the 'Shepherd'?" he asked again.
"I don't know. Maybe he's a nice guy, or very powerful? Because my first mate..." Naruf was lost in memories again. It seemed like he had indeed told Yi Cha everything he knew.
"This complete idiot." The black shadow suddenly stopped shouting, panted, and said coldly.
"Oh?" to check the pressure and stop spinning. He realized that unlike the general curse before, this time the shadow was directly mocking Naruf. "Tell me more specifically, where is the stupidity?"
