Chapter 143 Reading Spirit Mist

"Who killed the mockingbird?"

When the poet spilled the liquid in the black bottle, he uttered hurriedly in an obscure but short and powerful language:

"Who stole Xiao Xiao's chisel and shovel?"

"Who knocked down the wall?"

The poet's eyes fell on the wall of the house next to the centaur knight, and after another roll, the speed of speech accelerated again:

"It's a mockingbird!"

"Who Killed the Mockingbird?"

The last line of the improvised doggerel, without any embellishment of the rhyme words:

"It's a mockingbird!"

As the poet fell with a final sound, the liquid in the black bottle entangled with the Knight Spear in the Iron Knight's hand like a living thing, and the copper-yellow Knight Spear that was falling towards him was suddenly deflected, as if it was too unstable due to excessive force. It hit the wall next to it.

boom! ! !

The terrifying force directly shattered the wall, and the whole house collapsed the moment the wall was shattered.

The masonry and gravel crushed and buried the centaur knight's body amidst the loud bang.

With a pained expression on his face, the poet dodged, picked up his green tricorn hat, and rushed into the alley on the left without any hesitation.

That is, the moment the poet disappeared at the entrance of the alley, the centaur knight stood up from the ruins.

Gravel and gravel slipped from his body, but the gravel that got stuck on his body, gears and mechanical components did not affect his actions in any way.

The dark yellow gears rotated without the slightest sluggishness, easily crushing the gravel stuck between them, and the crushed gravel directly splashed out from between the gears.

As if those were not gears but the teeth of a wild beast.

After seeing the poet flee, the centaur knight turned away instead of chasing him.

When the four horseshoes staggered across the road, the full-coverage full-body armor helmet part, the part lined with vertical strip-shaped openings, revealed a red light.

His sight fell on the copper-yellow knight spear connected to his right arm.

On the copper-yellow knight's gun, words gradually emerged one by one.

Click, click, the helmet visor shook slightly, as if laughing:

"I'm lucky. I discovered the 'mystery' of the disaster poet when I first came here. I don't know if this bubble can condense another one next month. Otherwise, I can only find it in the Phantom World outside. I have nothing to do with the Scepter family. It's very dangerous for those people to grab it, but that group of tidecallers is also very difficult to deal with."

Amidst the mechanical murmur, the four legs stopped moving.

Immediately, the copper-yellow metal centaur knight raised his left arm, took out a conch-like object, and waved it forward.

In the slight whine of the air pouring into the conch, the air tore, the mist stirred, and a crack opened.

The copper-yellow centaur knight stepped directly into it.

Yago, who was chasing after the man in front of him all the way, suddenly felt something was wrong.

"The whole world is shaking."

He stopped and looked around.

The fog on the buildings, the ground, and the people walking on the road seemed to stir up at the same time.

Immediately, a subtitle appeared in front of his eyes again.

"How? Has the 'mystery' been taken away by someone else? Or has the protagonist been killed?"

In front of him, the man with the girl's figure inside his body said to himself with an ugly face.

Immediately, the surrounding buildings, people, and everything began to collapse and shatter.

The same was true for the man in front of him, his whole body suddenly shattered and collapsed into a cloud of mist.

And the girl's figure also began to collapse in the next instant.

At this time, Yago clearly saw that the girl's figure collapsed and shattered, pouring into the light spot of the gray star.

Yago suddenly had a bold idea.

intercepted.

When he came up with this idea, black lines shot out from his body, the body woven with silk threads from the bird's beak mask, and shot towards the gray star.

However, his action was one step late.

The pitch-black silk thread only trapped part of the mist, and the gray stars rose upward, flew into the sky, and disappeared in the sky that collapsed into mist.

Feeling the collapse of the surrounding world, Yago hurriedly gathered the black silk thread, and when he wrapped the small part of the trapped mist into his body, the bell tower gate in the ruined temple appeared in his mind.

Squeak——

Amidst the sound of the door opening and closing, Yago's vision suddenly changed.

The huge fan-shaped hall with the bell tower as the apex appeared in his vision.

The body "landed", and Yago breathed a sigh of relief amidst the strange sensation that he could only feel that his whole body was covered with phantom limbs.

Just in time to leave before the story world collapses.

Immediately, he looked at the only "physical" harvest of his operation.

A hazy mist less than the size of a palm.

Yago felt a little uneasy.

This was probably his first attempt to read the spiritual mist of a living person.

After adjusting his mood, he used the ability of the dead soul lamp——

In an instant, boundless mist surged in.

As if moving in an ocean of fog, the boundless fog enveloped him all over.

Yago's field of vision is also extremely limited, and he can only see the surroundings.

A faint light lingered in front of him like a lantern.

It was like walking in fog with a lantern in hand.

However, when reading the spiritual mist of the dead, the surroundings are extremely silent, and most of the time, there is only darkness, and the scenes seen are only black, white and gray.

And this reading. The vision at the beginning is bright and colorful.

Yago, who was getting familiar with the situation, slowly "forwarded".

The dead soul lamp emitting a faint light made the already clear scenery around it even brighter.

But when there is a problem, it is similar to the memory information of the deceased. Although the surroundings are bright, there is very little content.

Yago, who was advancing in the fog and shadow, advanced for "a long time", finally, a familiar and thicker fog emerged.

found it!

Yago walked towards the thick fog with a little surprise.

The gloomy light emitted by the dead soul lamp seemed to dispel the fog, illuminating the contents inside.

Amidst the mist is a huge courtyard.

A beautiful courtyard covered in flowers and vines.

These scenes are presented from a first-person perspective.

The owner of the perspective seems to be sitting on a table in the courtyard.

Yago glanced at the table engraved with complicated and beautiful patterns, thinking for a while.

The owner of the perspective is not tall, only less than 1.5 meters tall.

From the point of view, it was the same as the figure of the girl overlapping the man's body that I saw before.

At this moment, the perspective moves, and a maid appears in the field of vision.

ps: Sleeping until 10 o'clock is too cold to sleep in winter