Time returned half an hour ago.

Martin walked back from Sherlock's Forgotten Tomb as usual.

The pace was light and very excited. He had just learned a few simple little magic from Sherlock, which made Martin think he had become a magician.

Even now, he began to fantasize that he could one day use magic to become a hero who saves everyone like Solomon.

By then, everyone who looked down on him would definitely look at him with admiration, and Betty would also...

Just when this fantasy boy yy was at the moment, he suddenly realized that the road that had been walking dozens of times in the past was a little different today.

The flashing light of the first aid light made Martin a little dazed. He looked at the end of the community. A bright red and white ambulance was parked at the door of Betty's house, and Betty was throwing into his mother's arms and crying.

His sister Helen also stood beside his mother and comforted Betty.

Martin's expression changed slightly, he ran forward quickly and asked anxiously.

"What happened?"

Hearing the sound, Betty looked up at Martin, his eyes red again, and he said helplessly and desperately.

"Martin...my mom she..."

Before Betty could finish speaking, several medical staff rushed out a single frame covered with white cloth and put it in the ambulance.

Martin has seen similar scenes on TV many times, but actually seeing them still makes his mind blank.

This is his first time, so close to death...

"Mother!"

Betty broke free from Martin's mother's arms and threw herself beside the single frame, calling her mother's name one after another, trying to wake up her "sleeping" mother.

But no matter what, it will be of no use...

The ambulance drove away, and the next day, Martin's mother would go to the hospital for death on behalf of Betty, which would allow Betty to inherit his parents' property.

However, judging from the debts their family owes, there will be no more money left in the end...

At this time, Martin also learned about Betty's mother's situation from her mother and sister... When she committed suicide and was discovered, she had been dead for several hours...

Betty kneeled on the ground and burst into pain. The pain that came from the depths of his soul could be felt clearly even by others.

Although Betty's mother is mean, self-righteous, and even a little crazy, this cannot change the fact that she is Betty's mother and is her only relative in the world...

Martin wanted to extend his hand to comfort her, but he couldn't, because no matter how he comforted her, Betty's mother could never come back...

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth unwillingly.

The joy of learning magic disappears without a trace.

So what if you become a magician... you still can't save Betty's mother, and you can't... bring your dad back...

Thinking of it, he turned his head and ran towards the Forgotten Tomb.

"Hey! Martin, where are you going!?"

Helen soon noticed Martin's strangeness and quickly tried to stop him, but no matter how she called, Martin seemed to have no idea at all.

He only has one idea in his mind now, that is, to find Sherlock. In his cognition, Sherlock is the only omnipotent person he thinks is.

He can definitely save Betty's mother.

He ran out of the street and to another block, but just as he tried to run to another block.

A huge force came from the right side, hitting Martin's right arm hard, and the brittle bones came from his ears, and then...

boom!!

He was shot into one wall like a cannonball, smashing the wall to pieces. He lay among the pile of broken bricks, his head was bleeding.

Fortunately, he is a magic owner, otherwise it would have been enough to kill him just now.

In his blood-difficult vision, a huge creature slowly walked towards him with a hollow chest, a bone mask on his face...

...

Meanwhile on the other side, in the Forgotten Tomb.

While drinking the tea that Um made for him, he looked at the advanced production guide of magic props written by Kuro, suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the wand he had made for Martin on the desk.

Martin's hair was wrapped around it, connected to Martin's breath, and at this moment, the breath on the magic wand suddenly became extremely weak...

...

"Martin!"

Helen, who was chasing from one side, was instantly panicked when she saw Martin's appearance and ran forward quickly to help Martin up.

"How are you doing Martin? What's going on?"

"Hurry...Run!" Martin shouted with some difficulty.

Hearing the sound, Helen suddenly turned her head and saw a huge sunken footprint gradually approaching this side on the road not far away...

She could feel something approaching, but she could not see what it was.

Obviously, she does not have the magical talent like Martin...

In an instant, Helen's scalp tingled, and she remembered the huge footprint she saw in the control area...

The owner of the footprint killed six people in the neighborhood, but had been killed by the Secret Service.

In order to prevent similar monsters from appearing, the Secret Service staff stayed here for a full six days.

It was not until the same thing happened to Pandragorn next door that his energy was diverted...

Unexpectedly... there are still such monsters!

Fear comes from the unknown. If it is a monster that can be seen, she will never be afraid with Helen's courage to break into the control area.

But looking at the footprints that were approaching step by step, she felt like the god of death was gradually approaching her.

But she looked at her younger brother, looked at his bloody appearance, bit her, hugged Martin and closed her eyes.

She prayed to God in despair, praying that an existence could appear to save them.

Praying...

After this monster ate her, he would not eat her younger brother again.

I saw that the other end slowly walked in front of both, looking at Martin who was tightly held in Helen's arms, saliva was lowered from the corner of his mouth...

The soul of the owner of magic is equally powerful, so for this void, Martin is a very tempting food...

It slowly raised the giant claw in its hand and swept it down from top to bottom.

Helen could even feel the wind whirlwind over her head.

At that moment, her body tensed up instantly, and the shadow of death enveloped her heart...

Sherlock's back suddenly flashed through his mind.

Maybe I... can never discover his secret...

Dong!!!

With a sound like a morning bell, the monster's roar of pain came from his ears.

Helen, who realized that she was not dead, tentatively opened her eyes and raised her head...

A tall figure stood in front of her.

It was still the familiar windbreaker, swaying with the breeze...
Chapter completed!