Chapter 133 An Awkward Situation

　　Watching Shirley walk towards him with murderous intent, Duncan couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this trouble would eventually fall on his head.

　　He wasn't particularly nervous. Objectively speaking, he knew he had almost no combat experience, and the girl in front of him looked like a female warrior who could charge in and out of Changban seven times, but he didn't panic at all.

　　Firstly, he had a pigeon that excelled at delayed strikes. A Yi's ability took effect instantly within its range of influence, faster than a snatch. If Shirley really swung her "dog" over, it would probably be defeated in mid-air by the pigeon's high ping, then suffer packet loss and die.

　　Secondly, he controlled the spiritual flame, which was extremely effective against all supernatural things. This fire could even control the Vanishing Line, so surely the abyssal hound in front of him wouldn't be harder to deal with than the demons and ghosts on the Vanishing Line? At worst, he could engulf himself in flames, and then it would be his area of expertise: "Young lady, I see your dog has a destiny with me…"

　　Finally, and most importantly—this body wasn't his original one anyway.

　　What he was using at the moment was just an avatar. Although from a physiological point of view, this avatar seemed to be alive, in essence "it" was still just a corpse driven by ghostly power. Duncan didn't need this body to maintain physiological integrity to drive it, just like the "avatar" in the sewer that could still move without a heart. He just needed this body to "exist" to keep using it.

　　He even suspected that even if his current avatar was hacked into pieces, he could still control it to go home in batches…

　　The only thing to worry about was if Shirley smashed him into a mass of fractures with a meteor hound, how would he explain to Nina about her uncle's extraordinary bones when he got back…

　　He stood there calmly, watching the girl in the black dress approach him, watching the black iron chain in her hand sway in the air, and the strange and terrifying abyssal hound slowly follow its master with unfathomable steps.

　　Because of the fierce battle before, the girl's arms and cheeks were stained with a lot of blood, which completely destroyed the gentle and well-behaved feeling she initially gave, instead revealing a strange and dangerous aura.

　　"You're not afraid, as expected, something's strange," Shirley stopped a few meters in front of Duncan, frowning as she looked at the "Sun Cultist," while her right hand had already slowly raised imperceptibly, "Have you given up resisting?"

　　Duncan thought for a while, "Would you believe me if I said I wasn't with them?"

　　As he spoke, he imperceptibly rubbed his fingers in his pocket, letting the illusory spiritual flames slowly wander between his clothes and skin, to prevent this girl from smashing him with her dog if she disagreed with him.

　　Shirley was stunned for a moment, and a look of "are you kidding me?" slowly appeared on her blood-stained face.

　　This "dog" was afraid of him. This demon from the abyssal deep sea, it… probably had a different "vision" than ordinary humans.

　　"Do you know who I am?" Duncan said lightly, "Do you recognize me?"

　　"Don't know, don't know," the abyssal hound didn't even raise its head, "Really don't know… but you must be a big shot, no doubt…"

　　Duncan frowned and asked, "In your eyes, I don't look like a human, do I?"

　　The abyssal hound hesitated for a moment. It looked up at Duncan very cautiously before hesitantly saying, "You… are like… or unlike…"

　　Duncan withdrew his gaze and looked at Shirley beside him.

　　The girl in the black dress was looking over with surprise and suspicion—she had finally put away her initial hostility, replaced by a strong sense of astonishment and vigilance.

　　This girl's personality seemed a bit reckless, but she was obviously not stupid. After her "pet dog" had continuously shown such abnormal reactions, even the most reckless personality would calm down at this time and begin to realize that something was wrong.

　　She quietly tightened the chain between herself and the abyssal hound, while imperceptibly taking half a step back, carefully looking at Duncan: "You just said you weren't with them…"

　　"Yeah," Duncan spread his hands, "You might not believe it, but I also sneaked in to gather information…"

　　"I believe you," Shirley said crisply.

　　This time it was Duncan's turn to be a little surprised. He suddenly realized that the impression this girl gave him had been constantly changing. At first, looking at her appearance, he thought she was a gentle and well-behaved child, but she showed a violent and bloody side. Just now he thought she was a reckless simpleton, but now her speed of adapting to the situation and taking advantage of the situation was even faster than he had imagined…

　　What kind of family could raise such a child?

　　With strange thoughts running through his mind, Duncan was also a little overwhelmed by the other party's overly straightforward attitude. He calmed himself down and then organized his question: "Why did you look at me twice in a row during the gathering just now?"

　　"It was A' Gou who was paying attention to you," Shirley replied a little reluctantly, but still honestly cooperated, "I just followed out of curiosity and took a couple of glances…"

　　"A' Gou? Is that this one?" Duncan frowned and glanced at the pitch-black skeletal hound, "I just heard the priest mention the Annihilation Sect—is this a cult that worships the abyssal deep sea? What is your relationship with this Annihilation Sect?"

　　"I have nothing to do with them!" Shirley said immediately, with a particularly emphatic tone, "It's their business that they worship the abyssal deep sea. A' Gou and I met for other reasons!"

　　Duncan's eyes fell on the chain between the girl and the abyssal hound.

　　According to the information he had just obtained, worshiping the abyssal deep sea, being able to summon demons from the abyssal deep sea, and using "magic" to fight by borrowing the power of demons under normal circumstances seemed to be the characteristics of the "Annihilation Sect." The Sun Priest had made this judgment precisely because of the abyssal hound summoned by Shirley—although he had suffered a heavy blow from the flying dog meteor hammer due to misjudgment, Duncan believed that, at least under "normal circumstances," this information should be correct.

　　The only problem was the strange girl in front of him.

　　She seemed very resistant to others associating her with cultists—even though she owned a hound from the abyssal deep sea.

　　"It doesn't matter if you don't have a relationship," Duncan shook his head and asked, "Then why are you here? What are you investigating?"

　　Shirley pursed her lips. She didn't seem to want to answer this question, but the constant tension signals released by the hound beside her made her understand that the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man in front of her was probably extremely dangerous, and she had better cooperate with him.

　　"I…"

　　Shirley opened her mouth, but at the moment she opened her mouth, a burst suddenly exploded in the basement, and a ball of hot fire suddenly flew over from the side!