What does it mean? What do you want to say?”

Geralt felt a little confused and completely confused.

The mirror merchant just continued to say:

"Many people think that time is a river that always flows in one direction, but they are all wrong. I have seen the true face of time. Time is actually like an unpredictable ocean in a storm."

Speaking of this, he smiled strangely: "If you want to play with time, then time will play with you. People with wisdom are often the stupidest people, and you can know this through history."

"What the hell do you want to say?! Tell me clearly!"

The witch hunter completely did not understand this unfamiliar word, but his keen intuition made him faintly feel extremely uneasy, as if he was about to turn into a substantial ominous feeling.

"It's meaningless to make it clear, and the world line is now so messy, so it's meaningless to add another fire..."

The mirror businessman said with a smile.

"At least you still have hope and future now, of course it's hard to say whether it can really bring light."

However, his smile seemed to have not changed much on the surface, but at this moment it made the witch hunter feel a sense of physiological discomfort.

Geralt even felt inexplicably that he seemed to see a demon, smiling happily, looking at the things he was interested in, as if he was tortured by the human soul.

Anyway, this is how he feels, and he suspects that this mirror master may be a demon in human skin.

"It's probably that. My mission has been completed, and the next thing is your scene... I'm very happy to see your struggles bring me such a wonderful drama. To be honest, I have never encountered such an interesting thing in the past few thousand years!"

The mirror merchant seemed to say this with great pleasure, stretched out his hand and waved at the restless and alert witch hunter, making a gesture like a farewell.

"Fight hard, even if history is subverted, you must write your victory chapter, or drown in pain at the end of despair... Let me see if the ancient blood is a miracle gift from this world to you, or a ultimatum from God to the resisters."

"Hey, you..."

Geralt was slightly stunned, subconsciously reached out his hand and spoke to call the guy who was suspected to be a demon.

But it was still too late. After saying the words that made people feel cold and unconscious, Master Mirror's figure disappeared directly.

This time it was not like the time I was at the Baiguoyuan Hotel. I just walked past the witch hunter and disappeared. But under the witch hunter's gaze, the other party disappeared inexplicably in the air.

Still no magic fluctuations!

Geralt couldn't tell at all how the mirror master left!

This made him feel sad!

Put down the raised palms and recall what Master Mirror just said, there seems to be a key point. He said that he has never encountered such an interesting thing in the past few thousand years...

Who can live for thousands of years? Is it really possible for humans to live for thousands of years?

Don't joke, even if it's a witch hunter, although no witch hunter can live to the end of his life, no one knows where the lifespan limit of such mutants is. For example, the old witch hunter Visemir lived to be over four hundred years old...

But Visemille also had an old appearance. Compared with Geralt, he knew which one was younger and which one was old. If the old witch hunter had a very strong vitality, this would definitely not happen.

Because the aging process of the witch hunter was only greatly delayed, not disappeared.

Therefore, through Visemir's aging signs, it is also certain that he is indeed close to the lifespan limit of the witch hunter, which means that even the witch hunter can be at most 400 to 500 years old... Even so, they are basically expelled.

Geralt could not imagine that there would be any possibility that that guy would be a human being, and would definitely be just a legendary demon.

However, he had no choice, and apart from the feeling of uneasiness and ominousness in his heart, he had not gained anything. Not only did his questions not be answered, but he had countless questions.

But now it is obviously not the time to explore. He has too little information. Forcibly pieced together will inevitably lead to specious conclusions and may even mislead himself.

And the mirror master also said that there is not much time...

Geralt was unable to bet on the other party's information was incorrect, considering that he did hear a vague noisy sound from the cemetery in front of him.

So Bai Lang decided to believe that he had it and seize this opportunity... Besides, there is no need for Master Mirror to lie to him. The other party's ability is too strong. If you want to kill him, there is no need to be such trouble.

He squatted down on the spot and opened the medicine box that he carried with him, and thought about the types of monsters that might appear in the cemetery. He picked out the corresponding sword oil and applied it to the silver sword, and took the next dose of the more suitable decoction...

The powerful medicinal power began to take effect soon. He felt that every muscle contained explosive power, his movements became stronger and more powerful, quick and fast, and even his sensory perception became more sensitive...

But he also knew that this was a last resort. After all, in addition to its powerful medicinal power, decoction is also highly toxic. It will accumulate without being removed, which will bring great load and pain to the body.

He has been running around for a while and often faces all kinds of monsters that cannot be avoided. He has taken several doses of decoction in succession, and the toxins in his body have definitely reached a relatively dangerous level.

But he didn't have time to refine potions such as white honey to neutralize toxins... But as a father, he could only bite his teeth.

"Try to avoid fighting and don't let anyone notice my existence. First find Xiri..."

Recalling the prompt message given by Master Mirror, the witch hunter secretly warned himself of the key points of his next action, and he must sneak in carefully and find Xili as soon as possible.

Any unnecessary battle must be avoided and one's own existence cannot be exposed, so that he can gain more opportunities.

...

...

John Connor hurriedly left, as if something was going on outside, and it had to go and deal with it.

However, before it left, Xili also asked her to consider its proposal. After the lich left, the girl hugged her knees and fell into deep thought. Her eyes were confused, but even her expression was unstable.

She was indeed a little shaken, because the lich said that he could use his own soul to sign a contract with her, and that there would be no problems.

As long as she agrees, she can turn the situation to a large extent and give the living side she represents the opportunity to turn defeat into victory...

Xili knew that she was shaken and hated that her will was not firm enough, but what could she do? The situation was already so bad that she seemed to have no hope at all. She would naturally subconsciously want to grab any life-saving straw.

How about taking a gamble...

The situation is so desperate now, no matter how bad it is, it should be nowhere to go...

If you gamble, there will be some hope. If you don’t gamble, there will be no hope at all...

And if that lich mastered the power of the "Gate of the Worlds", he might be able to focus on other planets in the vast universe, and he would no longer harm the world he was in...

Such thoughts kept appearing in her mind, constantly flashing and passing by, shaking her will bit by bit, trying to push her to the other end of the scale that had begun to tilt.

until--

"Xiri?!...Xiri!"

It seemed like a familiar voice was vaguely calling her name softly. The girl blinked her eyes, and the spirit in her emerald green eyes gradually recovered. When she looked closely, she saw a figure appearing in the tomb passage outside the iron fence.

"Gealt!"

The girl seemed surprised and happy, and felt that she had a reliance on her all at once.

"Shhh, don't say anything..."

Immediately he stretched out a finger and placed it on his mouth, indicating a silence. The witch hunter's face looked unprecedentedly serious.

The leather armor on his body was damaged in many places, and blood was seeping out of the clothes that were soaked in the lining. Several scars appeared on his cheeks, making him look extremely embarrassed... It was really difficult for him to finally find out here.

Geralt never thought that there was such a huge and terrifying undead city under the ground in Baiguoyuan Village. Even though he was careful to avoid those ghosts, more than a dozen battles inevitably happened.

Fortunately, this underground city, like a huge tomb, is well-connected, with tomb passages crisscrossing. There is never a single road, so the demon hunters have the opportunity to come here.

On the way, he bypassed several terrifying enemies and even saw the wild hunter who was suspected to have been made into a headless knight. Some of the tombs were so quiet that it seemed that the air was dead, but just approaching it made his intuitive warnings give a crazy warning, as if the extremely powerful undead were sleeping in it...

He finally understood the reason why the mirror merchant said-

If it weren't for the Nifgad garrison in Baiguoyuan Village that something was wrong and began to send out a signal for help, causing nearby imperial garrisons to come one after another, causing unnegligible trouble to the underground tomb forces and attracting attention.

Then even if the witch hunter has nine lives, he will not be able to touch it here and will definitely die on the road.

"Why did you come here? How did you know that I was arrested and this place?" Xiri was a little confused. It was only after he was arrested that he realized that John Connor was developing under the ground in the village of Baiguoyuan.

People in later generations didn't know how this lich emerged. They kept silent in the early stage, but later became a plague weapon researcher recruited by Radovid, and helped the mad king successfully develop the plague weapon.

The Northern Kingdom took this to reverse the situation, turn defeat into victory, kill the Southern Empire and throw away his armor, and blood flowed into a river. Not only did he drive the Niphgads back, but he also began to invade the South in turn.

The war did not end there, but instead burned even harder, and death spread everywhere...

To be honest, before Xiri returned to this period from the future, people also proposed a beheading plan, but no one knew where John Connor was hiding in the early stage.
Chapter completed!