In just an instant, the place where Hill stood was easily submerged by the Saint Thorn.

‘”Chi ~ ~ ~” However, the green vine that wrapped Hill’s position into a thistle suddenly emitted a strange sound of the balloon being pierced through. A large cloud of white smoke spewed out from within, as if the steam pipe had been broken.

“This is” Qin Lun’s pupils constricted as an aura that caused his heart to palpitate emerged from the area wrapped in the Sacred Thorn. All the Saint Thorns seemed to be frightened and quickly retracted.

Hill’s figure appeared again. At this moment, his entire body was filled with a black mist. Upon closer inspection, the black mist seemed to consist of countless tiny black dots.

A bright light flashed in Qin Lun’s right eye. Under the enhanced pupils of the Eye of the Clock, these black dots seemed to be under a microscope and had to reveal their true colors.

“What is this?” Qin Lun’s face revealed a surprised expression as he stared at the black mist with interest.

In the Eye of the Clock’s perceptual vision, the small black dots that made up the black mist were magnified countless times, appearing in front of him. It was a strange sphere that was constantly changing shape.

Originally black water droplets, the surface would occasionally bulge with spikes, like a nanometer version of a black meteor hammer. A few of them were actually mimicked, sometimes turning into sharp-mouthed horrible insects, sometimes turning into crying ghost faces.

At this moment, Qin Lun noticed that the retracted top of the Saint Thorn seemed to have been corroded by some kind of strong acid. As it dripped down on the melted branches, the melted parts emitted a faint white smoke. It seemed that the white smoke just now was due to the large amount of Saint Thorns being melted by the black mist.

“What kind of skill is this, Hill? To actually be able to melt all the Sacred Thorns? It seems to be very powerful!” Qin Lun frowned slightly as he looked at Hill, who was wrapped in black mist.

“Can’t you guess?” Hill’s calm voice came from the black mist. “This is the materialization of the Spiritual Curse. I call it the Corrosion Curse. It’s one of the few non-mysterious abilities I have.”

“Physical curse skill?” Qin Lun’s eyes lit up as he once again controlled a Saint Thorn to penetrate into the black mist.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi

“What a powerful destructive power. Isn’t this at least above B class? You can still use magical skills above B class in this world?” Qin Lun raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

‘”It is indeed a [B] class Apostle skill, but in this world it is only [D] class, not as strong as you think. However … it is especially sensitive to Saint Thorns. If you touch it yourself, it will only tickle a little!” Hill explained with a smile, “Actually, this skill has something to do with you!”

“It has something to do with me … Spirit Vampires bloodline? No, no, it’s not right. Spirit Vampires only know psionic abilities and don’t possess mysterious curse skills.” Qin Lun shook his head and said with a frown, “This is too troublesome. If you want to say it clearly, I don’t want to guess again and again.”

“You don’t even have the patience?” Hill sighed. He extended his hand out of the black mist and slowly raised his right index finger. “It’s about this thing. The thing I exchanged with Grant was one of the sacred objects you obtained in the World War II world …”

“Elena Sacred Nail!” Qin Lun narrowed his eyes as he looked at a rusty nail emerging from Hill’s fingertips. “I should have thought that this thing would be able to merge into the Laws’ body like the Saint Thorn. Is this what you rely on?”

“Isn’t there no other way?” Hill smiled helplessly. “Our equipment has been sealed. It’s naturally more convenient to deal with sacred objects. What are you going to do now? The Elena Sacred Nail combined with my curse skill is much more powerful than the Sacred Thorn.”

The Elena Sacred Nail and the Sacred Thorn were sacred objects of the same level. However, just like Qin Lun’s transformation of the Sacred Thorn, he believed that Hill should have made the same choice. This thing should no longer be a divine artifact, but a legendary world treasure.

However, there was a difference between the two items. Among the Four Saint Artifacts, the Elena Saint Lamp was only inferior to the Lance of Longinus in offensive power. After all, even though the Sacred Thorn and the Shroud were stained with Sacred Blood, they weren’t lethal weapons. They didn’t kill the sage’s mortal body like the previous two.

“Since we can’t compare in terms of quality, we can only win in terms of quantity!” Qin Lun sneered as he soared into the air. Countless Saint Thorns shot out from his body, clinging to the walls and ceiling of the room.

In an instant, this guest room turned into a primeval forest, filled with slow-moving vines, like a frightening den of snakes.

“My mind is in such a mess, but my fighting consciousness hasn’t declined much!” Hill’s eyes lit up. “This is a bit troublesome. The Elena Sacred Nail relies too much on my personal magic power, and the Sacred Thorn itself has a strong vitality. A battle of attrition is not good for me. I wonder how much longer Qin Mei will need …”

…

At this moment, in a large living room on the fourth floor of Wilson Manor, a group of people were holding wine glasses and looking at the crystal ball in front of them. The battle projection of Qin Lun and Hill was playing over the crystal ball.

“Ha, I bet. I bet two to one on the vine boy and ten to one on the old staff.” Rand smiled and took out a chip from his pocket and placed it on the table. “A blue chip with 10,000 broken crystals, a red chip with 100,000 …”

“Sigh, everyone else always says that you are the only good person among us, but why do I think that you, the fire captain, are not much better than us!”

Grant drank the whiskey in his hand unhappily. He picked up a few blue chips and threw them into the bowl on behalf of Qin Lun. He turned to his companion and asked, “Hansen, is your injury alright?”

The disciple lowered his head and couldn’t see the expression on his face clearly. He only used his remaining right hand to touch his bare left shoulder and said calmly, “I can’t die, but I have to wait for my arm to return before I can take the medicine.”

“I really don’t understand what that damn girl is trying to do. She knows that the environment here is very bad for you and Hill, but she still insists that you go and fight Qin Lun.” Grant twisted his neck and said gloomily, “Shouldn’t I go? With my defense, the Saint Thorn can’t even pierce through its skin!”

“If you go, Qin Lun won’t play with you. He won’t be able to stall for time!” Rand smiled and turned his head to say, “I’m not suitable either, so I have to work hard with Hansen and Hill! Oh right, Hansen, aren’t you going to bet? Why don’t you …”

“I suppress Qin Lun!” Without waiting for Rand to finish, Hansen expressionlessly picked up a red chip and threw it into the bowl. “Even if I lose to Qin Lun, I don’t have to go against the broken crystal!”

“Hey hey, you guys are all suppressing Qin Lun, so you can’t play anymore!” Rand covered his face and quickly picked up the bowl and threw it towards the fireplace.

‘”Pa ~” Just as the bowl flew halfway, it was caught by a tender white hand. A few red chips were thrown into the bowl. “Uncle Rand, don’t go back on your word. I’ll bet on big brother to win too!”

“Qin Mei, can you not use this body to call me uncle!” Rand rubbed his face in distress and looked at a little girl in front of him.

The little girl combed her classic twisted, twisted, twisted, twisted hair, wore a shabby dress, and held a pocket doll bear in her plump hands. She looked about five or six years old. However, the little girl did not deny that Lan De called her Qin Mei. She just smiled a little craftily.

“Looking at her appearance, no one dares to believe that she would be the dead girl who killed people without blinking an eye.” Hansen muttered indifferently. Suddenly, his expression tightened. He turned to look at the crystal ball and said, “It seems that a few more reincarnations have barged in. Someone take care of them!”

“I’ll go. After staying here for a few hours, I’m going to die of boredom.” Grant grumbled as he stood up and walked towards the door.

Rand withdrew his gaze from Grant’s back and looked at Qin Mei, who had turned into a little girl, and asked, “How are you preparing? Are you sure that repeating Wilson Manor’s plot will break through Qin Lun’s mental defenses?”

“I’m not sure, but this is the best way!” The smiling little girl’s face suddenly darkened, revealing a fierce expression. “Also … I repeat, that person is not my brother. Don’t call him ‘Qin Lun’s Master’ again, or I will lose face!”

“Alright, you’re right!” Rand raised his hand to apologize and looked at Qin Mei’s current appearance. He couldn’t help but laugh, “But I’m curious, why did you become Baron Wilson’s daughter after you entered Wilson Manor?”

“Actually, I really want to know about this. Even if you’ve experienced this world before, the cover identity given by the superstring space won’t allow you to become a direct connection to the plot, right?” Hearing Rand’s question, Hansen looked at Qin Mei curiously.

Rand and Hansen are right. Apostle and Samsara generally intervene indirectly.

Take the identity of Moon Ferren that Qin Lun had obtained in the Elf Prince World as an example. He did not have this identity from the very beginning. Originally, he was only a Elves mercenary, but after that, he slowly merged with the Moon Elves Court through Elizabeth, becoming an important storyline-related character.

Even so, Kieran’s identity as a Elf Prince was something that had never existed in the past. It was a new character that Apostle had created by changing the plot.

This was different from Qin Mei’s current identity. If Qin Mei wasn’t in the original plot, Baron Wilson would definitely have noticed that they were father-daughter relationships.

“Didn’t you already guess a little?” Qin Mei sighed slightly. “As you can guess, my current identity and Harry Wilson are not Baron Wilson’s descendants. They are not even related to Mrs. Wilson.”

‘”Even so, they have a lot to do with the Wilsons. How is it possible for Samsara …” Rand was only halfway through when he suddenly frowned. “Wait … unless you and Harry are often replaced in the original plot … That’s why they can’t tell!”

“Victims?” Hansen’s gaze turned cold. “No wonder the manor turned out like this. It seems that we were wrong. The Wilsons are not the source of this mysterious power … The source should be the Harry siblings who were replaced, right?”