【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（下）(34)

As Philza watched, still as stone, Wilbur slowly drew his bow. A slender hand reached back into his quiver and produced a single arrow. He nocked it, and aimed.
Straight at Techno.
“Techno!” Philza screamed in warning.
Techno paused, tensing in confusion, and then he followed Phil’s frightened eyes back towards the church.
Phil could see Wilbur’s hands shaking. His mouth formed a single word in his wide-eyed fear. “Techno?”
“Aw, Wilbur.” Dream’s voice. The voice that had plagued Philza’s sons for years, now plaguing him, too, as he found himself unable to move, or blink, or breathe, or think. “Why the long face?”