263 Chapter 63, Shadow of Death

What does it feel like to lose too much blood, the heart beats faster, the skin is pale, cold, and the eyes are dark. The nerves do not feel gravity, and the soul is like walking on clouds. This is a near-death experience. At this time, people often think about many things, think about the past, think about the past, and think about some regrets that have never been completed.

But what Chloe thinks about the most is some broken pictures and hazy emotions. She remembered that when she first set foot on British soil, she and Hoffa walked together in the open wilderness, and they rarely spoke to each other. At night, they lit a bonfire under the starry sky. Through the flames, she could see the boy's face flickering on the other half of the fire, silent and focused. The boy had promised her that if he returned to London, he would tell the reason for escorting her, but she felt that she probably would not know the answer. All she wanted was for Hoffa to escape from here, to avoid being implicated by her own terrifying power.

A certain kind of warmth gradually flowed into her body through the blood vessels, which lifted her spirits a little, and she felt in a trance that the time might have come. Mance drained his own blood, giving her the illusion of returning to life.

But the warmth gradually became scorching hot, which made her heart beat gradually return to normal, and her body also became warmer. The darkness in front of her eyes was no longer there. When she opened her eyes, everything in front of her was as bright as day.

She was still firmly fixed on the chair, but there was a blood transfusion bag on her arm, and a man knelt beside her on one knee, giving her another blood transfusion without saying a word.

It was Mance.

She felt a little unbelievable, so she struggled a bit.

"Fortunately not dead." Mance, who gave her blood, glanced at her and stood up with a grunt.

"Are you awake!?" A similar voice asked beside him, "Can you hear me?"

The sound reached her ears, and she turned her head to look, stunned.

The room was full of people, one on the left and the other on the right, with all kinds of strange faces.

Some are young and rebellious in appearance, some are middle-aged, mature and stable, some have a banana peel on their heads, some are tattered and bruised, and some are even neither male nor female.

But they're all Mance, just him in a different timeline.

After being stunned for a long time, she finally understood what this guy had done, and she couldn't help blurting out: "Crazy!"

"I have something to ask you."

Mance, who was neither male nor female, stepped out of the crowd.

Chloe looked at him with hatred, and a strong instinct flowed in her chest, which could hardly be suppressed.

The man and woman said: "After possessing the power of time, I found that I can communicate with my past and future self, but when I communicate with the future, I find that I can only communicate for at most three hours later. Why, why can't I talk to myself three days from now, three weeks from now, or even three years from now?"

"Is that why you gave me a blood transfusion?"

Chloe laughed sharply: "Take my blood, I thought you would have a good understanding of time!"

"Answer my question, why can't I get in touch with my future self?" Mance, who was neither male nor female, asked indifferently, and all the Mances in the room were staring at Chloe.

"If you play with time, you must be prepared to be played by time." Chloe did not answer the question, but said happily.

"Um."

Mance, who was neither male nor female, hummed and stood up.

Then another strong Mance stepped forward, raising his arms.

Snapped!

A heavy slap landed on Chloe's face, causing her to turn her head sideways, leaving a bright red slap mark on her face.

"I ask, you answer."

Said the asexual Mance.

Turning her head slowly, Chloe, who had a red mark on her face, laughed, "You panic, maybe my blood is not so easy to control. It's just that you think I'm still afraid of death Well, you are wrong, the glory of the kingdom of heaven will never shine on the ambitious, and the only thing waiting for you is the torment of the fire of hell."

The Mances laughed together, the loud and sarcastic laughter, but at a certain point, it stopped abruptly.

"I also admire the piety and ignorance of people like you."

Mance, who was neither male nor female, spoke slowly, and he waved his hand, and two more. He carried from a distance a brand new brown wooden box with a semi-convex gray screen on it.

One Mance plugged in the old-fashioned TV, and the other Mance turned on the screen. On the monitor with black and white noise, a young man dragged a female vampire cross-legged and ran wildly in the gun tower. The young man was covered in bloody wounds. .

"Hoffa."

Seeing the person on the screen, Chloe struggled to do it, but was pressed hard by Mance beside her.

Immediately, several Mances came over pushing several brown wooden boxes, plugged in the electricity, and turned on the screens. What happened in every corner of the battleship was presented in front of Chloe in detail.

"You and I share vision, and you know what I know."

Mance, who was neither male nor female, said: "You should know what happened to him. He was just a defeated dog during the day, but this defeated dog is still in this ship at the moment, trying to get you out. No way. Not to mention, the bodyguard you hired is really dedicated to his duty. At least, he is much more loyal than me, a fake Christian believer."

Chloe lowered her head, bit her lower lip tightly, and tightened the iron chain tightly. Her heart was both happy and painful, so excited that her wrists were worn out by the tight iron chains, and she didn't even notice it.

"Shouldn't you be unmoved? Your Excellency the nun."

There was an evil smile on the corner of Mance's mouth, "You should know how terrifying your own power is. In fact, if I wanted to kill him, I could have done it long ago, but I don't want to completely tear myself apart with you yet."

"I won't believe anything you say." Chloe stared at Mance, and found that every movement and expression of this man was so disgusting.

As soon as the words were finished, several Mances in the room walked out quietly. They don't have the slightest connection with each other, but the tacit understanding is as precise as clockwork.

"What are you going to do?"

"Prove yourself with actions."

Mance said.

As soon as the voice fell, the four Mance who disappeared in the room quickly appeared on the black and white screen, just like an old-fashioned horror movie. They stood in the four corners of Hoffa's hiding room, talking and searching.

After a heart-wrenching confrontation, the teenager on the screen broke the freshwater wooden barrels used by the soldiers for drinking water through transfiguration, and controlled the four Mances by transforming the water into crystals.

Seeing this scene, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, there were a few fewer people in the room. They didn't have any communication, so they walked out of the room in silence and walked down the stairs.

"Are you done yet?"

Chloe's eyes were flushed, and her fists were trembling. On the screen, she saw Hoffa came to a bathroom and fell to the ground panting, which made her heart twitch and feel distressed.

"I won't stop until you answer my question. No matter how strong your bodyguard is, there will always be a day when you will be crushed by countless me."

At the same time, the Mance army in the room began to walk down the stairs continuously, each footstep was silent and firm.

"die!!"

Chloe raised her head abruptly, her eyes flushed. She growled like a lioness in rage.

All Mance stopped, turned their heads, and stared at her without blinking.

Chloe stared at Mance: "In the arrow of time, there is only one thing that is certain, and that is death. If death happens, it will be impossible for you to get in touch with your future self again, just like You can never speak to the dead."

After she finished speaking, the crowded room fell into dead silence.

"You mean, after three hours, I'm already dead, so I can't get in touch with myself?"

"That's the only possibility." Chloe grinned, her coldness surprised her.

"It's death that cuts off our dialogue with the future!?"

The Mances looked at each other with astonishment on their faces. Then they said in unison: "Impossible, I can't die."

Since hundreds of people were speaking at the same time, their voices were uniform in the room, as if the voice of one person was amplified countless times at the same time.

At this time, among the Mance group, the bruised and torn Mance stood up. He said hoarsely, "She's right, I do feel death, it's only one step away from me."

"Who did it? Hoffa Bach?" Man Si Qi in the room turned his head away, and stared at the man who was talking.

"No, not him."

A Mance who was injured as badly as he was got out from behind the yelled Mance, doing magic tricks. He shook his head: "I defeated Hoffa Bach, completely defeated him."

"Who is that? The boy who played with snakes?" Mance, who was neither male nor female, and others of the same kind asked in unison.

"No, not him."

In the crowd, another Mance shook his head, "That kid is dead. He will die in an hour and be killed by Hofbach."

"Could it be that useless female vampire, and that trick student?" A group of Mance from the past asked uncertainly.

Mance, who came from the future, shook his head: "No, that girl and the students ran away after the snake player died. They can't come and go, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Who is that!?"

All Mansziqi grabbed the hair with his hands.

The weird dialogue at the scene was like a scene of large-scale schizophrenia. While Chloe was disgusted and disgusted, she also felt a kind of deep madness. This man's desire to control his destiny had reached the point of being almost paranoid.

"Wait, black mistletoe."

Among the crowd, a slightly injured Mance stood up and said darkly, "Hofferbach is wearing black mistletoe."

Hearing this, Mance's expressions all changed.

"wrong."

A Mance with blood on the corner of his mouth stood up: "I broke the black mistletoe, and he has nothing to do with me."

"oh."

All Mance breathed a sigh of relief in unison. The sound was like the sighs of the audience in the home country when the opponent team failed to score a penalty in the World Cup.

But then they frowned again, "Since the mistletoe is broken, who killed me?"

All Mance looked at the end of the line, the most embarrassing self, and asked in unison.

"I don't know. The crisis came from behind me. I couldn't see who did it." Mance, who was in a panic at the end of the line, replied.

"Damn it, who is that?"

"Who killed me?"

All the Mance questioned together, their heads turned to Chloe, trying to get an answer from the nun.

"You ask me, but you don't know everything I know."

Chloe on the iron chair looked at him sympathetically: "But I can tell you that if God decides that something must happen, then no matter how hard humans try, it will be futile."

"Shut up!!"

Mance, who was next to the TV, swiped his arm across the table, and those TVs with wires attached to them were swept aside, and the convex glass screen was smashed to pieces, with electric current sizzling on it.

"Are you saying that I am destined to die today?" All the Mance gritted their teeth together.

"I didn't say it, you foresaw it yourself."

In the face of Mance's fury, Chloe was unmoved: "When I was in a French monastery, the priest told me that almost any future that can be seen is terrible, painful, uncontrollable and powerless. Yes. The things you are afraid of will happen almost 100% of the time. If you think about it this way, people will live happier lives without knowing anything."

As he said that, Chloe looked at him sympathetically: "You took great pains to catch me and draw my blood, thinking that knowing the future can change the future, strategizing, and obtaining supreme benefits, but in fact, that is just a dream."

The voice stopped abruptly.

A Mance held her by the throat, with deep loathing in his eyes: "I don't need a whiteboard who has never experienced anything to tell me what to do and teach me to be a man! I am blessed by death, no one can Kill me, no one, I will not die if I get hurt, this is his promise to me! Unless."

The crowded room suddenly fell silent.

Mance and the others thought of something together. After they were silent for a long time, their expressions changed again. It's as ugly as when your own player kicks an own goal in the last ten seconds of a football game.

"unless."

"unless."

"unless."

Mance, who was holding Chloe by the throat, let go of his hand and let go of the coughing nun. He said with hatred in his eyes, "Grindelwald! It must be you, Grindelwald!"

Hundreds of Mance suddenly raised their heads and shouted into the invisible air: "Are you also coveting the immortal thing I fancy?"

Ever since, most of Mance disappeared like bubbles, and the crowded room became empty. There was only one guy who looked neither male nor female standing in place.

That was the moment of the moment Mance.

I saw him snapping his fingers and moving his neck.

"You don't want to control my life!"

Immediately, he strode down the stairs and disappeared from Chloe's sight.

I want to change the update time from noon to night if I have updates.