In just a moment, the place where Hill stood was conveniently submerged by the Holy Thorns.

"Chi" But the green vines wrapped Hill's standing in a thorn ball suddenly made a strange sound of the balloon being pierced from its void, and a large ball of white smoke spewed out from it, as if the steam pipe had broken.

"This is..." Qin Lun's pupils shrank, and a breath that made his heart palpitations emerged from the place wrapped in the Holy Thorns. All the Holy Thorns seemed to be frightened and quickly shrank back.

Hill's figure was revealed again, and at this time, a black mist was filled with his whole body. After careful observation, the black mist seemed to be composed of countless tiny black dots. & Novel nbsp; A bright light flashed across Qin Lun's right eye. Under the enhanced pupil force of the clock's eye, these black dots seemed to be under a microscope, and had to reveal their true colors.

"What is this?" Qin Lun showed an unexpected expression on his face, and he stared at the black fog in front of him with interest.

In the perceived vision of the Eye of the Clock, the small black dots that formed the black fog were magnified countless times and presented to him. It was a strange sphere that changed its shape anytime and anywhere.

The initial form is black water droplets, but the surface sometimes has sharp thorns, like a nano-version of black meteor hammers. A few of them actually mimic the shape, sometimes turning into terrifying insects with sharp teeth and sometimes turning into crying grimaces.

Qin Lun had noticed that the tops of the retracted holy thorns seemed to be corroded by some kind of strong acid. While dripping down the melted branches, the melted part also emitted a faint white smoke. It seemed that the white smoke just now was because a large number of holy thorns were melted by the black fog.

"What skill is this? Hill? It can melt all the holy thorns. It looks very powerful!" Qin Lun frowned slightly at Hill who was wrapped in black fog.

"Can't you guess?" Hill's plain voice came from the black fog. "This is the entity of the spiritual curse. I call it the Corrosion Curse, and it is the few non-mysterious abilities I have."

"The actual curse skill?" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he once again controlled a holy thorn to penetrate into the range of the black fog.

"Chi~" As soon as the Holy Thorn penetrated into the black fog, it immediately made a corroded sound. The top of the Holy Thorn withered and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground and turned into a small pile of ashes.

"What a strong lethality, at least at level B or above, right? Can you still use magic skills at level B or above in this world?" Qin Lun raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"It is indeed a B-level apostle skill, but in this world there is only level, not as strong as you think. It's just... it is particularly sensitive to Holy Thorns. If you encounter it yourself, it will only be a little numb and itchy at most!" Hill explained with a smile, "In fact, this skill will become like this, and it has something to do with you!"

"It has something to do with me...the bloodline of the Spirit Sucking Monster? No, no, the Spirit Sucking Monster only knows spiritual abilities and does not have mysterious curse skills." Qin Lun shook his head and frowned and said, "I'm so troublesome. If you want to say it, just make it clear. I don't want to guess again."

"Didn't you even have this little patience?" Hill sighed, stretched out his hand from the black fog, and slowly raised his index finger on his right hand. "It's the relationship between this thing. What I exchanged from Grant is one of the holy relics you got in the World of World War II..."

"Ilena Holy Nail!" Looking at a rusty nail coming out of Hill's fingertips, Qin Lun narrowed his eyes, "I should have thought of it long ago that this thing can be integrated into the body of the law like the holy thorn. Is this your relying on?"

"Isn't there any way to do this?" Hill smiled helplessly, "Our equipment has been sealed. It is naturally more convenient to deal with holy objects. What should you do now? The attack power of Elena Holy Nail combined with my curse skills is much stronger than that of Holy Thorns."

Elena Holy Nail and Holy Thorns are holy objects of the same level, but just like Qin Lun's transformation of Holy Thorns, he believed that Hill should have made the same choice. This thing should not be a magical artifact now, but a legendary world treasure.

But there are differences between these two things. Among the four holy weapons, the attack of the Ilena Holy Light is second only to the Longinus Spear. After all, although the Holy Thorns and the Shroud are contaminated with holy blood, they are not weapons themselves, and they do not kill the saint's body like the previous two.

"Since it's not comparable in quality, I have to win by quantity!" Qin Lun sneered and soared into the air, and countless holy thorns shot out from his whole body, climbing to the walls and ceilings that spread to the room.

For a moment, the guest room became a primeval forest, with slow-moving vines everywhere, like a scary cave of snakes.

"My mind is confused and it looks like that, but the combat consciousness does not decline much!" Hill's eyes flashed, "It's a little troublesome now. The Holy Nail of Elena relies too much on my personal mana value, and the Holy Thorn itself has strong vitality. The war of attrition is not good for me. I don't know how long it will take for Qin Mei..."

...

At this time, in a huge living room on the fourth floor of Wilson Manor, a group of people were holding wine glasses and carefully watching the crystal ball in front of them. Above the crystal ball, the battle projection between Qin Lun and Hill was playing.

"Ha, I've bet, I've been betting, I'll win one and lose two if I win, and I'll win one and lose ten if I'll win." Rand smiled and took out a handful of chips from his pocket and put them on the table, "Blue chips are 10,000 broken crystals, red chips are 100,000..."

"Oh, others always say that you are the only good person among us, but why don't you think, you, the fire brigade, are all scum who is not much better than us!"

Grant drank the whiskey in his hand angrily. While picking up a few blue chips and throwing them into the bowl representing Qin Lun, he turned his head to ask his companion next to him, "Hansen, your injury is not important, right?"

The disciple lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face. He just touched his bare left shoulder with his only left right hand and said calmly: "I can't die, but my arms must wait until they return before they can take medicine."

"I really don't understand what that dead girl wants to do. Even though I know that the environment here is very unfavorable to you and Hill, I still insist on you going to go against Qin Lun." Grant twisted his neck and said depressedly, "Isn't it good to let me go? With my defense, the Holy Thorns can't even break their skin!"

"If you go, Qin Lun won't play with you, and he can't achieve the goal of delaying time!" Rand smiled and turned his head and said, "I'm not suitable either, so I can only work hard with Hansen and Hill! By the way, Hansen, don't you bet on it? Otherwise, you should suppress Xi..."

"I'll beat Qin Lun!" Before Rand finished speaking, Hansen picked up a red chip with an expressionless face and threw it into the bowl. "Even if I lose to Qin Lun, I can't argue with the Broken Crystal!"

"Hey, you all suppress Qin Lun, you can't play!" Rand covered his face, quickly picked up the bowl and threw it towards the fireplace in the distance.

"Ba~" As soon as the porcelain bowl was halfway through, it was caught by a tender little hand. Several red chips were thrown in, "Uncle Rand, don't betray the debt, I will also win with my brother!"

"Qin Mei, can you not call me uncle with your current body!" Rand rubbed his face in distress and looked at a little girl in front of him.

The little girl was wearing a classical hairstyle with twisted twists and twisted hair, wearing a floral dress, and holding a cloth bag doll bear in her hands, looking about five or six years old. However, the little girl did not deny Rand calling her Qin Mei, but just smiled a little cunningly.

"Looking at her appearance, no one can believe that it would be the dead girl who kills without blinking." Hansen muttered faintly, suddenly his face tightened, he turned to look at the crystal ball, "It seems that several reincarnationists have broken in, who will deal with it!"

"I'll go, I've been here for a few hours and I'm almost bored." Grant mumbled and stood up and walked towards the door.

Rand took his eyes off Grant's back and looked at Qin Mei who turned into a little girl and asked: "How are you ready? Are you sure you can break the psychological defense line of Qin Lun's personality by repeating the plot of Wilson Manor?"

"I can't be sure, but this is the most appropriate way!" The little girl with a sweet smile suddenly lowered her face and showed a fierce look on her face. "And... I'll say it again, that person is not my brother, don't call him 'Qin Lun's master' again, otherwise I will turn against you!"

"Okay, you're right!" Rand raised his hand to apologize, looked at Qin Mei carefully, and couldn't help laughing, "But I'm very curious, why did you become Baron Wilson's daughter after you enter Wilson's Manor?"

"I actually want to know about this. Even if you have experienced this world before, the identity of the Super String Space can't make you a direct related character in the plot, right?" Hearing Rand's question, Hansen looked at Qin Mei curiously.

Rand and Hansen's statements are well-founded, and the apostles and reincarnators generally intervene in the plot in an indirect way.

Take Qin Lun's identity as a moon elf prince in the Feren's world as an example. He did not have this identity from the beginning. He was originally just an elf mercenary, but later he slowly integrated into the moon elf court through Elisten and became an important plot-related character.

Even so, Qin Lun's identity as an elf prince was not found in the original history, but a new character born by the apostle by changing the plot.

This is different from Qin Mei’s current identity. If Qin Mei’s current identity is not present in the original plot, then Baron Wilson would definitely find out that they are father-daughter relationships.

"Didn't you guessed something?" Qin Mei sighed slightly, "As you guessed, my current identity and Harry Wilson are actually not the sons of Baron Wilson, and they have no blood relationship with Mrs. Wilson."

"Even so, they have a lot to do with the Wilson family. How can the Reincarnation be..." Rand was halfway through and suddenly frowned, "Slow down... Unless in the original plot, you and Harry will often be replaced... so they can't tell!"

"Are you a victim?" Hanson next to him also looked cold, "No wonder this manor turned out to be like this. It seems that we were wrong before. The Wilsons did not form the source of this mysterious power... The source should be those replaced Harry brothers and sisters?"
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