"You are from the Oric family? Isn't Rebecca Oric your sister?"

Tiya's ethereal voice allowed Martin to confirm his guess!

But another doubt immediately emerged in Martin's heart.

Why did she know her aunt?

When he heard this name, the emotions engraved in his memory rose again, and a warm image appeared in his mind.

"She is my aunt. Have you seen her? Where is she now?"

Martin asked quickly.

Emotion is undoubtedly the thing that can affect people the most.

Since the integration of childhood memories, Martin, an originally irrelevant person, has been affected to a certain extent.

However, this is obviously not a bad thing.

The original owner of the body died alone in a simple residence, and his miserable childhood made him feel very pitiful.

Martin also felt that since he had occupied this body, he should do something for the original owner.

If the situation allows, try to do as much as possible that the original owner's identity can also make yourself more integrated into the world.

When Tia looked at him in confusion when she heard Martin ask.

As soon as she opened her mouth to say something, she suddenly frowned, her eyes drifted to the right, and she swallowed the words on her mouth.

Martin looked along her sight and there was still a thick fog there, and nothing else could be seen.

However, he believed that Tia should have seen something.

Putting his finger on his lips to silence, Tiya signaled Martin not to speak.

Then, she pointed to the head and blood on the ground and handed him a look.

Martin immediately understood what was attracted by the smell of blood!

Just like instinct, his right hand immediately grabbed the gun handle, pressing his fingers directly on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

The two of them slowly retreated in a tacit understanding, controlling their steps, and trying not to make any sound.

Less than half a minute after leaving the place, a vague roar came from the thick fog opposite.

Then there was the clicking sound from chewing bones.

The two of them looked gloomy as water, and they held their breath and continued to retreat until they could not hear such a creepy voice at all.

In the fog, the sense of distance becomes blurred.

Martin counted his steps silently, and after he retreated about seventy or eighty meters, Tiya whispered: "It's a crazy blood man, and there's a rotten bone man."

A crazy blood?

A bone rotten person?

Martin was a little confused.

Is this the sequence name of the Immortal?

However, Tiya rarely speaks and does not mean to continue to explain. In addition, this situation does not seem suitable for in-depth communication, so Martin is not good at asking questions.

The two exchanged their eyes quickly and continued to retreat in silence, obviously unwilling to contact the monsters in the fog.

About ten seconds later, another amazing roar came from the depths of the fog!

The fog also vibrated uneasyly with the roar.

Martin frowned even more.

He had already vaguely sensed that there seemed to be some kind of violent power behind this roar, which was different from before...

At this moment, Tiya suddenly bent down, her expression was very painful, and she covered her abdomen with her hands.

Martin looked down at her wound, and the wound that had already stopped the blood was once again leaching out the red blood.

The wound was too big, and her slender palms could not be completely covered, so she could only use her entire forearm to cover it.

The blood instantly dyed the light-colored robe red on a large area, and wisps of bright red flowed out between the white fingers.

A strong smell of blood filled...

Martin, who was very familiar with the blood, soon realized that Tia's wound should still contain some toxin.

Otherwise, the blood of normal people will not show such a serious fishy smell.

Tiya endured the severe pain and took out a bottle of powdery stuff from her belt bag and applied it to the wound with her fingers.

Her fair fingers were applied back and forth on the wounds that were turned outward, and the flesh on the wounds twitched from time to time as the fingers touched them.

Tiya's face became paler and beads of sweat were oozing out on her forehead.

Although Tiya was a little embarrassed at this moment, she could not help but admire her in her heart.

Although it still cannot reach the level of Guan Gong scraping his bones to cure poison, a young woman like Tiya can be said to be extremely firm in her willpower.

At least, Martin felt that he could not do this.

Tiya treated the wound and the blood stopped again.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the direction of the way, her face became worse, and she shouted anxiously:

"It's very dangerous here, you can leave now!"

Martin actually realized at this time that the crazy blood and bone rotten bones she just mentioned came after catching up with the smell of blood!

According to Martin's personality, he should definitely turn around and leave. The farther away from the source of the bloody smell of Tiya, the better.

But looking at her pale face and huge wounds on her abdomen, Martin felt that he could not take this step at all.

He felt that he should do something instead of leaving it alone.

Moreover, Tiya has clearly stated that she is from the Temple of Time and knows her aunt Rebecca, so she can't watch her lose her life and end up in a state of no bones!

Of course, it must not be because she is beautiful!

"They have a sequence, what are their abilities and weaknesses?"

He asked quickly.

Meanwhile, Martin had already pulled out his pistol and some small things he carried with him.

Tiya glanced at him in amazement, then sighed.

"You really look like your aunt..."

After murmured softly, Tiya took out a golden pocket watch from the small bag on the side of her belt.

"The mad blood is Sequence 9, and the rotten bone is Sequence 8. Their bodies are very strong and easily attracted by blood... so their main target should be me."

"It's best if you can restrain the crazy blood. Don't force yourself to be in danger. Be careful! Never treat them as brainless monsters! On the contrary, they are very cunning and cruel!"

Tiya stretched out her right hand and sent the golden pocket watch away. The golden disc was pulled by the wire and shaking in the air.

It seems that even if she deals with these two enemies alone, she is sure...

Tiya's lips moved slightly, and several short syllables flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

Martin noticed an obscure and extraordinary force, which was emitted from the pocket watch, and then wrapped herself firmly inside.

Her whole body became a little unharmonious, and she had a certain barrier with the thick fog around her, and she had an indescribable smell on her body.

Martin glanced at it and before he could find the source of this feeling, Tiya whispered:

"Here you come!"

As her voice fell, two hazy figures had not yet appeared completely. A strong wind suddenly broke through the thick fog, and the black figure rushed straight to Tiya!

The first to take action was the Crazy Blood.

It was a dark gray-haired man, his palms had turned into animal claws, sharp fangs grew in his mouth, and red bloodshot eyes were filled with strange and ferocious.

Even so, he still maintains his appearance as a human.

When Martin saw it for the first time, he thought he had seen a werewolf.

I don't know if there is a saying in this world...

Swish-

The sharp claws swept across, and the strong wind whistled.

However, Tiya did not dodge or avoid, and stood quietly in place.

Just as the cold light approached her robe, an invisible wave quickly rippled from the inside out from around her body, forming ripples of force, layer by layer, continuous.

The sharp claws and the body of the crazy blood man seemed to be suddenly fixed.

wrong!

It’s not that I’m stuck, but that I suddenly become extremely slow!

After Martin observed carefully, he realized that he was actually advancing little by little.
To be continued...