Chapter 1165 Ants Who Are Not Angry

? The mist is pervading.

I don't know when, a gray mist like thick fog suddenly appeared in a certain area in the black market, and it spread little by little.

However, due to the lack of many residents in the black market, no one noticed this situation for a while.

But in fact, even if someone noticed this, it would be useless. Because this unknown strange mist can't be blown away or sucked away at all, and it even seems to be an illusory existence.

Fortunately, this dense gray fog doesn't seem to do any harm to creatures. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and apart from causing extremely low visibility in the shrouded area, it seems to have no other negative effects.

And right in the middle of this fog that has been expanding over time, an unremarkable dilapidated house stands quietly in the corner of the street, it doesn't look like anything special...

Oh, OK!

In such a gray environment, it is probably impossible to see the whole picture of this dilapidated house clearly.

Muriel! Muriel, wake up... Open your eyes and look at me! Muriel...

A faint calling sounded faintly from the second floor of the house, and there was no doubt that it was Martin's voice. And looking at the situation, Muriel still couldn't support Pansy's return after all.

Damn it... who the hell... who turned her into this! And what the hell is this inexplicable mist?

Martin gritted his teeth and growled, almost unable to control his emotions. But no matter what he did, there was no way for Muriel to get better from her current state.

It can be seen that Muriel, who is lying on the bed at the moment, has completely lost her eyesight. Because the fog around her was extremely thick, Martin had to get very close to her to barely see her current appearance.

But in fact, these unknown mist were continuously released from her body.

Martin remembered that it was about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel hadn't reacted at all to the movement around her, and she was in a state of absence.

Suddenly, Martin saw gray misty air spreading out from her slightly opened mouth and nose along with her breathing.

The mist seemed to be slightly heavier than the air,

They didn't float up, but rolled and sank to the ground like cold air.

The gray mist filled very fast, and when Martin was still at a loss, the floor in the bedroom was completely invisible.

Martin was naturally extremely anxious about this, but he was also worried about whether the fog would harm him. With Muriel already unconscious, he knew that, at least, nothing would happen to him.

At that moment, even though the fog in the room had covered the back of his feet, he still decided to avoid it first, and check his body for any abnormalities.

But soon Martin discovered that there was nothing wrong with the mist—even after he inadvertently inhaled a little, nothing unexpected happened.

It's a pity that he himself is fine, but he can't change the worsening situation in front of him.

Unknowingly, the mist had already poured down the corridors and stairs to the downstairs, and began to leak out of the house through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Why...why did you do this to Muriel...who is it? Could it be the Ministry of Magic? Or that McClane...yes, it must be McClane...

In the mist, Martin held Muriel's hand tightly, but he could only feel the slightest coldness from her palm.

He muttered softly in his mouth, and finally couldn't help but roared again:

McLean! I admit my mistake, can't I admit defeat? It's because I overestimated my strength and wanted to follow that Hai Erbo to deal with you...McLean! Come out quickly! I will tell you everything I know from Hai Erbo you!

Of course...I have to say, I don't care about it. Suddenly, a voice that made Martin tremble all over the mist in the room suddenly sounded, Because...you don't know anything at all.

ocean--

At that moment, Martin, who was lying beside the bed, froze, and his hand holding Muriel trembled even more.

No... Teacher?

After a moment of dead silence, Martin slowly turned his head away—the fear from the bottom of his heart made his joints seem to be rusted, and the movement of turning his head sideways lasted for several seconds before he could barely Finish.

However, the dense fog prevented him from seeing Haierbo at all... He was not even sure whether Haierbo was in the bedroom right now.

But at the next moment, accompanied by a few light footsteps, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly emerged from the mist.

Don't call me 'teacher', I don't have a hobby of collecting traitors.

Haierbo didn't look at Martin, he just said casually, while lightly falling his eyes on Muriel on the bed.

As far as Martin knew, it was already impossible to see Muriel's appearance clearly at the end of the bed, but Haierbo's eyes seemed to be able to see everything, and the fog couldn't hinder him in the slightest.

Also, Haierbo said casually, looking at Muriel who was still releasing the gray mist, Don't blame McLean...the person who turned this little girl into such a picture, how could she? It can't even be him, right?

Martin didn't speak, he just stared blankly at the faintly discernible outline in the mist, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Now that Hai Erbo said so, how could he not think about the other party?

But once he thought that Hai Erbo was the one who murdered Muriel, Martin found it even more unbelievable—does this do any good for Hai Erbo?

However, just when Martin was extremely puzzled, Haierpo suddenly chuckled.

Why, you want to blame me for this again? He said lightly, Of course, I don't mind if you think so... But unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence! At least in my opinion Come on, it doesn't matter who gets my 'gift'—

Speaking of this, Hai Erbo, who had never even glanced at Martin, finally turned his head slightly.

Just like you apprentices, it's the same for anyone I accept. Anyway... You children will have a 'new self' sooner or later.

Under Martin's increasingly confused gaze, Haierbo sighed slightly to himself again, and then murmured softly as if talking to himself.

... Soon, really soon... Soon, you will join me and get a new beginning. And I believe that no one will disturb me this time.

After a slight pause, Hai Erbo finally added:

After all, in this day and age, not to mention Merlin, even Rowena and Salazar have already been reduced to dust... How could it be possible for me to be hindered by just one McLean whose weakness is as obvious as Godric's? pace?

Before he finished speaking, he ignored Martin's plan and suddenly waved his hand.

A layer of subtle spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared around Muriel, who was originally lying on the bed. Immediately afterwards, Martin only felt that his hands were empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the seemingly endless gray fog was still rolling out uninterruptedly, as if Muriel was still lying there, never leaving from the beginning to the end.

Muriel!

Before the beloved girl disappeared, Martin was still suppressed by fear deep in his heart, and he couldn't give birth to the slightest will to resist. Although he knew that there must be a reason for Hai Erbo's appearance, and it was very likely that he came for Muriel, but he still didn't dare to act rashly.

Until the moment when his palm suddenly fell into the void finally came, he felt that his heart seemed to be empty as well.

Helbo! Give me back Muriel—

Amid the shock of his mind, and the courage that emerged from nowhere, Martin suddenly pulled out the magic wand that had accompanied him since he was a child.

Avada Kedavra!

A green light burst out silently in the vast gray mist, quickly penetrated through the mist, and then hit the bedroom wall heavily. The deadly spell blasted a hole in the wall panel in an instant, and debris flew across it for a while.

But since the Killing Curse hit the wall in the end, it naturally meant that Hai Erbo was safe and sound.

Hmph, Killing Curse... Do you think this kind of modern magic that ruins the rules of death may threaten me? Haierbo sneered, but then shook his head, Oh, maybe it will! But the premise Yes, you have to use it on me before McLean, maybe there is such a small possibility!

After saying this, Haierbo seemed to lose interest, and suddenly took a step back, completely disappearing into the thick fog around him.

stop!

Gritting his teeth, Martin gripped his wand tightly and ran a few steps in the direction where Haierbo disappeared, but soon he accidentally slammed into the wall of the room hard.

With a low snort, he immediately fell to the base of the wall, but he fought back the pain and got up again.

Helbo—

The other party left, and after sending Muriel to an unknown place, there was no intention of staying.

It can be seen that Haierbo probably never cared about Martin as an ant, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​crushing him to death casually.

After stumbling and running like crazy in this bedroom for a while, Martin finally seemed to lose all his strength, and just sat down on the floor in a daze.

After a while, he heard him muttering to himself in a low voice like a dream. Just looking at his distraught appearance, he is no different from the previous Muriel.

...Herbo.

In that tone, the hatred has long been lost, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.

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