What came was not Amon's true form, but a clone of Sequence 4.

Sequence 4, Demigod!

After learning this fact, in the corner, Leonard Mitchell, who was hidden by the goddess, was so frightened that he could not even breathe.

Grandpa Pales comforted him in his mind: "Don't worry, you have been protected by the goddess of the night..."

At this point, his tone became a little complicated, "Dark Night Blessed, you kid is quite lucky."

Hearing that he had been protected by the goddess, Leonard Mitchell straightened up his back unconsciously.

But then, he realized that his current situation was still not good, and asked in his heart: "Why don't I feel anything? Old man, are you lying to me?"

"I may have cheated before, but not this time."

Grandpa Pales borrowed Leonard Mitchell's eyes and looked at Amon at the door. "The power of the Mother of Secrets will make you disappear completely. Besides, you are just a Sequence 4 demigod. If you weren't worried about being exposed,

, I can destroy it myself.”

Such an understatement shocked Leonard Mitchell.

Although he had thought before that the old man should be a high-sequence powerhouse, he did not expect that the old man's true strength seemed to be much higher than he imagined...

On the other side, Jon and Amon were not in a hurry to take action, but were chatting away like two old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

"You are very interesting." Amon pinched the monocle as if he had discovered some novel toy.

The same goes for Jon.

He smiled and said: "You are too steady to come here with only a demigod clone."

"Steady? This is the first time someone has used such a word to describe me." The interest on Amon's face became more and more intense.

At this moment, Jon suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched it, and like magic, a transparent worm composed of one segment appeared between his fingers.

"It's impolite to do something while talking."

Jon held the bug in the palm of his hand.

The next second, the little insect floated out of thin air as if it was controlled by silk thread.

Seeing this, Amon couldn't help but squeeze his monocle a little harder.

But he remained calm, "It was just a harmless joke."

Jon said "Oh", then he dug into his ear and pulled out another similar transparent worm.

Asked: "Is this a joke too?"

Amon nodded, "It's a joke."

Jon didn't say anything and stuffed the two small transparent insects into his pocket.

Something strange suddenly appeared on Amon's face, and his expression gradually became dull. After about seven or eight seconds, he gradually recovered, and with a slightly complicated expression, he pulled out a few transparent silk threads from his body.

Put it in front of the monocle and look at it carefully, "Spirit Thread? No, what on earth is this?"

Amon still had the same interested expression.

But if you look closely, you will find that his black eyes hidden under the monocle are trembling slightly.

——This is an instinctive reaction when encountering unexpected situations.

"Okay, now that we're done joking, come in and sit down." Jon extended his hand to invite.

Amon followed suit, stuffed a few transparent silk threads into the pockets of his robe, and walked into the room with a smile on his face.

He quietly swept through every corner of the room, staying longer in one place than elsewhere, but still did not notice Leonard Mitchell, who had fallen into a secretive state.

Of course, this was done by the goddess of the night herself, and it was not something that only a Sequence 4 clone of Amon could see through.

Sitting on the sofa, Amon took off his pointed soft hat, revealing his shiny curly hair. He smiled and said: "Are you Amon? Although I don't feel Amon's breath in you, I think we are completely different."

Not unfamiliar."

Having said this, he looked at Jon slightly suspiciously, "You couldn't be a certain Amon deliberately pretending to be like this, just to have some fun."

Don't doubt it, pretending to be someone else to deceive yourself is something Amon can do.

However, Jon did not admit it and said half-truthfully, "I am a traveler from the stars."

Starry sky?!

Amon obviously understood what these two words meant, and the expression on his face calmed down a little.

After pondering for a moment, he spoke again: "I don't understand, why did you come to me?"

"It's nothing, I just heard that the only way to go wrong is with you." Jon pinched the monocle on his eye socket as he spoke.

Amon smiled slightly.

In the name of his father, he had never felt this action so unpleasant before.

Sure enough, happiness is truly happy when it is based on the fear of others, and happiness is true when happiness is based on the pain of others...

Amon wanted to leave.

No.

It should be said that he wants to escape from here!

Because he keenly discovered that Sequence 6 was just a disguise. The more he sensed it, the more unstable his spirituality became, and it seemed that there were signs of collapse at any time.

"If you want 'that thing', you should find my true body." Amon suddenly became very honest, his tone extremely sincere.

Jon looked on with a smile and asked, "How do you know I didn't go?"

Amon:!!!

The hairs on my body stood up, and every cell in my body was sending out a warning.

Amon's thoughts gradually stagnated, and his body became stiff.

He was all too familiar with this phenomenon.

- Everything is being stolen from him.

Perhaps, using the word "steal" is not very accurate, because the guy opposite is simply robbing!

"Amon, I will accept this body of yours." Jon was still sitting on the sofa, not even changing his movements.

But whether it was Amon, the person involved, or Leonard Mitchell and Grandpa Pales who were secretly observing, they all felt an unspeakable fear.

Can everything be taken away quietly?

It just doesn’t make sense!

"Do you want to say hello to the main body in this way?" Perhaps because the deadline was approaching, Amon suddenly figured everything out.

Because he brings himself into the other person's perspective.

Putting yourself in his shoes, if it were him, he would do the same thing...

Therefore, Amon struggled to squeeze out a smile, "You are indeed Amon, right?"

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Completely taking away everything from Amon, Jon waved to Leonard Mitchell, "Now, you see my sincerity."

After hearing this, Leonard Mitchell withdrew from the hidden state, as if roots had taken root under his feet, making it difficult to move.

He was frightened.

Grandpa Pales, who witnessed everything, remained silent.

Because he found that there seemed to be no difference between being eaten by Amon and being robbed by the guy in front of him...

"I told you not to be so afraid." Jon shook his head slightly and pulled out a few transparent insects from Amon's body on the opposite side. "Well, just take these things as my sincerity."

Grandpa Pales felt a war between heaven and man in his heart, and finally sighed softly and said to Leonard Mitchell: "Bring it over."

Leonard Mitchell was so dumbfounded that he secretly shouted, "Old man, you don't want your life!"

"Why, do you think there are other options now?"

As soon as he said these words, Leonard Mitchell suddenly became numb, and he had to pretend to be calm and take the transparent insects of time.

The moment he got the bug, Leonard clearly felt that the old man's mood seemed a little unstable...

"Okay, today is just for getting acquainted. We will be dealing with each other for a long time in the future." Jon smiled slightly.

Leonard thought to himself, the devil wants to deal with you.

But his face remained calm.

Somehow, he remembered a sentence he just saw on the manuscript.

——On the west of the river thirty years ago, and on the east of the river thirty years later, never bully the poor and weak young people.

The long night.

Early the next morning, when it was time to hand over, Klein discovered that Leonard Mitchell seemed to be in poor condition.

His face was haggard, and even his eyes were bloodshot.
To be continued...