Chapter 268: Prohibition of Psychics (Rewards and Changes)

Looking at the photo on the ground, Xifa felt like watching a horror movie. In this kind of photo recording the deceased, I actually saw someone who greeted me in the afternoon. It felt really horrifying, and there was a kind of inexplicable weirdness.

"Maybe Noah's father, or grandfather."

Xifa shook his head, his spiritual intuition had emphasized more than once that the person in the photo was the ship's officer.

As a hunter, Xifa can easily remember the appearance of others, remember their smell, and remember their characteristics. So he could recognize at a glance that the person in the photo was Noah.

Relatives who have a blood relationship may look alike or look alike, but they can never be exactly the same!

If Noah is in the photo, what about the other inhabitants of the island?

Xifa squatted down and rummaged through the photos. Not long after, he found a photo of Barry, the owner of the White Windmill Hotel!

In the photo, he is wearing the characteristic clothing of the island, with his hands flat on his chest and a coin in his mouth.

Continue to rummage.

In less than a moment, Xifa found photos of several island residents. Some of them are restaurant owners and some are fishermen

Cifer even found a photo of Midea.

The girl, in her long floral dress and gauze hat, sat in an unnatural position on a chair. Her head seemed to have lost its support, and she stood aside, and her hands on her knees were holding two coins.

Looking at these photos, Sifa thought of the first night when he came to the island, and thought of those residents who were as stiff as living corpses, and thought of them walking on the dark streets in the middle of the night.

An idea came to mind irresistibly.

"Could it be that the residents of the island are people during the day and corpses at night?"

"They die at night and come back to life during the day?"

Xifa shuddered at the thought of himself, he shook his head, and decided to go to Quincy immediately, find someone and retreat immediately, regardless of what weird things happened on this island.

Leaving the utility room, Sifer silently came to the ground floor and walked into the dim living room.

"When I visited yesterday afternoon, I heard a knocking sound coming from under the floor. Hilda said it was a mouse, a ghost."

"It's just based on the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less. I didn't try it, and on the way back, my inspiration was touched. Hilda must have used some ability to monitor me."

"All this shows that this priest is a Extraordinary, but the path is unknown and the sequence height is unknown."

Xifa came near the sofa. He moved the sofa and lifted the carpet, but he didn't find anything like a secret door.

"From the sound at that time, there seemed to be an echo, which indicated that there should be a larger space below. Isn't the entrance in the living room?"

Xifa raised his hand and knocked a few times, and found that there was indeed another space under the floor, but the exit was not here.

At this moment, he felt a needle prick on the back of his hand, and a picture naturally appeared in his mind.

From the perspective of a bystander, he saw a man with pale complexion appearing behind him in the dim living room, almost unreal.

This man was wearing the characteristic costumes of the island, a dark coat, loose trousers with tight legs, his eyes were blue, his lips were dark black, his cheeks were covered with black blood vessels like spider webs, his eyes were dark, and his pale and transparent hands caught him. .

The screen flashed by.

Sifa slammed into the ground, rolled and turned, the muzzle of the gun raised.

He came face to face with the ghost.

The ghost stretched out its hands, but caught nothing, and then used its body to withstand the attack of the demon hunting bullets. It let out an illusory neigh, and its body disappeared like smoke.

Xifa jumped up from the floor, and saw pale and illusory figures emerging from the wall, protruding their heads from the ceiling, and crawling over from the floor. A dead soul, or a woman or a man, or an old man or a child.

They moved closer to Sifa, they stretched out their hands towards Sifa, they stretched their jaws, opened their mouths, and let out a burst of resentful cries.

They want to drown Sifa, want to bite the flesh of the living, and curse the living to their heart's content.

Obviously, these dead souls did not gather naturally, but were manipulated by the Extraordinary. Xifa quickly recalled his knowledge of mysticism, the extraordinary path that can control undead and ghosts, the spirit witch of the dark night path, and the living corpse of the alien path can do it.

But the one who is best at manipulating undead souls is the "Corpse Collector" approach. The "psychic" of Sequence 7 can already control and drive a large number of natural spirits and undead souls.

This is Windmill Island, not Loen, so there should be no Extraordinary from the Dark Night Path. And if it was a spirit witch, it wouldn't be such a low-level ghost.

Similarly, most of the Beyonders of the heterogeneous path are related to the Rose School, and the place where the Rose School is more active is in the Southern Continent.

Therefore, the person in front of him who is hiding in the darkness and secretly controlling the ghost to attack him is probably the 'corpse collector' approach.

In an instant, Xifa, who had grasped the opponent's approach, immediately pressed his hand on his chest, poured his spirituality into the 'balance of justice', and had a strong idea: prohibit psychic communication!

The invisible fluctuations spread and spread rapidly.

The ghosts gathered around stopped, they looked very dazed, then turned around, and suddenly floated towards the small garden outside the living room. The shadows of these ghosts overlapped and left the living room indistinctly.

Xifa chased them out, and saw them gathering behind a rose tree, and then there was a scream, and then a figure fell out of the shade of the tree.

Under the moonlight, Xifa could clearly see that it was Hilda the chief priest!

She has come back?

Doesn't she have to stay in the 'Holy Mountain'?

At this moment, ghosts were attached to Hilda's body, and these things were hugging her tightly, opening their mouths to bite her, making Hilda scream continuously.

Seeing this scene, Xifa immediately understood that this was Hilda's violation of the rules set by the 'Balance of Justice', and now she is being punished by force.

Punishment is ability backlash.

However, at this moment, Hilda took out a small bottle, poured the dark and shiny liquid into her mouth, and swallowed forcefully. After she drank the bottle, her complexion quickly turned pale and slightly blue.

Her aura changed, becoming cold, no different from the ghosts around her.

The ghost stopped, as if it had lost its target, while Hilda jumped up, gritted her teeth, and rushed towards Sifa involuntarily.

With heavy steps, she stepped on the footsteps of "dump, thud, thump", and punched Sifa abruptly.

What greeted her was the "Praise of Blood", which was a hunting bullet with extraordinary abilities attached to the gun. Xifa had no intention of exchanging fighting skills with the chief priest, and responded with the simplest means.

bang bang bang!

Hilda's shoulders, arms and cheeks were spattered with blood from three shots.

PS: Thanks to "The Book I Can't Find" for rewarding a rudder master, this chapter will be updated for you. It seems that I still owe the boss of "Jingui Jiuniang" a new chapter, and I will make it up tomorrow. Thank you for your support~