Boyev found that the space around him had fallen into a strange state of stagnation. Everything except the monster had stopped moving.
To prevent himself from being killed by the bizarre monster, Boyev tried his best to activate his abilities and to erupt with his aura to call for help.
However, even his aura circulation had slowed to an abhorrent degree.
It was at this moment that Boyev realized that it was the time around him that was being affected, and that the monster could move normally within this slow-flowing time!
Although his aura could not be released, at least by continuing to emit it, the monster's approach speed would be slowed. Therefore, Boyev did not stop trying for a moment.
Taking advantage of the brief window when the monster could not approach him, Boyev engaged in high-speed thinking... thinking...
"I wish I had read more books."
After thinking for a long time, Boyev only came to this conclusion. He was the type of person who acted more than he thought. Now, to suddenly ask him to think was undoubtedly making things difficult for him.
Ultimately, he was still approached by the monster. He watched helplessly as the hollow proboscis gradually pierced his muscles.
Boyev immediately felt an indescribable fatigue, as if something was draining from his body.
When he saw the skin on his arm gradually lose its luster and his muscles begin to atrophy, he finally understood what was draining from his body... it was time!
He was aging!
And this aging process was rapid, and he couldn't stop it at all!
The prime of his life, which he should have been enjoying to the fullest, was rapidly slipping away. For every second that passed, he lost a year of his lifespan!
Boyev fell into complete despair, but at this moment, he heard the sound of synchronized footsteps.
He managed to glance with the corner of his eye and saw that the footsteps were coming from a series of bread slices.
These giant bread slices jumped up high, surrounding him, blocking out the sunlight.
Strangely, after the bread slices enveloped the surroundings, the pressure on Boyev suddenly lessened, and his aging speed decreased by hundreds or thousands of times.
Moreover, his aura could now be emitted!
Along with his aura, the monster's aura was also emitted because their bodies were connected.
This was why Wen Wen and the others, far on the other side of the city, could sense the strange aura.
After another two minutes, Boyev had regained some ability to move. He then used all his strength and punched the strange creature's head.
After being punched, the monster let out a slight wail and then disappeared into the air.
After the monster vanished, the bread slices also lifted their blockade and, with neat steps, left the scene.
Boyev finally escaped the crisis and let out a long sigh. He turned around and saw an aging man in a white chef's uniform standing behind him.
"Thank you."
After saying this, Boyev felt an emptiness within him and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
At this moment, Boyev's hair had already turned completely white!
The man in the chef's uniform sighed. He was Old Tings of the Dark Kitchen.
Previously, when Old Tings heard that Wen Wen had been taken away by the vampires, he wanted to go out and check, despite knowing Wen Wen's strength. However, on the way, a bread slice that had been keeping watch discovered Stein's presence.
So, he rushed here and happened to save Boyev.
As he was about to check on Boyev's condition, he saw a giant bear charging towards them. On the bear, a slightly balding man glared ferociously at Old Tings, as if he could tear him apart at any moment.
Upon seeing the man, Old Tings trembled and instinctively raised his hands.
Well... he wasn't surrendering; it was a military salute from a certain region.
...
Twenty minutes later, in a classroom of a nearby school, Old Tings was bound and hanging in front of the lectern.
In the first row of the classroom sat a full seven True Order supernaturals, and behind them sat over thirty Upper Order demon hunters. Now, they were about to interrogate Old Tings together.
The fact that an Upper Order supernatural from another region, in the Golden Eagle Great Region, had inexplicably aged from a vigorous adult to an elder, would cause friction between the hunter associations of the two great regions if not thoroughly investigated.
Moreover, the strange aura that had appeared earlier was enough to draw the attention of all the supernaturals present. At the scene where Boyev was found, there were no signs of combat, which meant that Boyev had absolutely no ability to resist throughout the entire process. This undoubtedly made everyone present feel a sense of crisis.
And Old Tings, who appeared at the scene, was the best breakthrough to explain everything, hence this interrogation.
"Speak, how did my brother become like this?" Chaikov, a True Order supernatural from the White Bear Great Region, asked, suppressing his anger.
He hadn't expected that less than two hours after parting with his brother, his brother's appearance would become that of his grandfather. How was he supposed to explain this to his parents and grandparents when he got home?
To go to the Golden Eagle Great Region and bring back a clone of his grandfather?
Old Tings said innocently, "This has nothing to do with me. I was the one who saved him. The one who harmed Mr. Boyev was a creature called 'Tings Hound'..."
"If I remember correctly, your name is Tings..." Wen Wen, sitting in the back, interjected.
Silence fell upon the classroom. Everyone looked at Old Tings with ill will. Your name is Tings, the monster that harmed Boyev is called Tings Hound, and it has nothing to do with you?
Old Tings gave a wry smile and said, "The reason that monster is called Tings Hound is because the first person to discover this creature was my ancestor, who had the same name. He named the monster Tings Hound."
"They do not belong to our family, nor do they belong to the real world or the hidden world. The name is just for convenience; it means nothing to them."
George JoeAll asked, "Not belonging to the real world, nor the hidden world... then where do they belong, and what kind of monsters are they?"
Being attacked by a monster that absorbed all of their time had happened several times in Nim City, and even more frequently in the Golden Eagle Great Region's archives.
However, the local demon hunters, despite being extremely busy, could not find any clues. Unexpectedly, today a knowledgeable person had appeared.
Old Tings cleared his throat and said, "Regarding these Tings Hounds, it's a long story. I'll just explain briefly."
"First, the appearance of the monster. Actually, I can't describe what they look like, because each one is different, and even the same hound looks different at different times. The only commonality is their gaunt bodies and their hollow, straw-like mouths that can absorb life."
"As for why they are called hounds, it is because of their habits. As long as they see such a creature in a time gap, they will hunt the witness to death."