Daddy the Miracle Medic (Lachlan and Miranda) novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570 Dad is Here

"Lachlan, no!" Kyrie's face turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice. "The aura we both sensed is clearly a trap. Your strength is still weak, and once you fall into the trap, the consequences are unknown."

"Instead, let me go! I want to see what this Wicked Bone is capable of."

"And you, go with Darius to rescue my niece."

Lachlan hesitated upon hearing this and said, "But..."

"How can I let my brother take risks?" Kyrie shook his head disapprovingly. "You're overestimating Wicked Bone! Even if he personally waits for me in the trap, what can he do to me? You and Darius should act together. He is also a powerful mid-Nascent Soul expert. With him by your side, it will be more secure."

After some discussion, the group finally decided to follow Kyrie's plan.

Of course, they had also considered acting together to investigate the other aura that Lachlan sensed. However, in the end, they decided to split up. After all, Lachlan was uncertain which one was real and which one was fake.

It was now winter, and the sky had not yet brightened at this time of day. Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, the group immediately began their separate actions.

Twenty minutes later...

A figure broke through the iron door and rushed into the basement of a small building.

Inside the basement, a strange paper figure stood, with a strand of Nora's hair hanging from its head, stained with some blood.

It looked incredibly eerie.

Kyrie's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with a cold glint as he couldn't help but snort.

Indeed, the aura he sensed was completely fake.

"Hehehe, Lachlan!"

"I knew you wouldn't play by the rules!"

"We agreed to meet in three days, but you secretly came early, trying to get the upper hand?"

"Unfortunately, I was prepared!"

At that moment, Kyrie's mocking and sinister voice echoed.

Buzz!

The next second, a strange fluctuation surged in the basement.

A powerful aura pressed towards Kyrie, carrying a kind of mental oppression.

Kyrie felt the scene in the basement twist and distort before his eyes.

The next second, countless evil spirits and demons rushed towards him.

For a moment, it felt like this place had turned into a hell on earth.

"Hmph! Using illusions against me?"

"A paltry trick, let me break it!"

Kyrie snorted coldly, and his voice resounded like the tolling of a bell.

As his voice fell, numerous sinister beings shattered and dispersed, and the basement returned to its dim and calm state.

At that moment, Wicked Bone stood at the entrance of the basement, wearing a surprised expression on his face.

"You... You're not Lachlan?"

"Who are you?"

He looked at the tall and sturdy old man before him, his face showing a mix of surprise and doubt.

"You despicable scum!"