Chapter 564 Double Trap

The little suspicion in his heart made Qiao An vigilant.

He stood by the edge of the pit, quietly watching the poet coming through the mist, put his right hand into the pocket of his cloak, and held tightly the revolver loaded with bullets.

"Brother Joan, are you alright?" Casio groped his way to this side, "Just now a thick fog rose in the corridor, I couldn't see your figure, I searched everywhere anxiously, and finally found you."

Joan stared at the poet's face in silence.

The other party did look like Casio himself, and there was no difference in figure or appearance. The only thing that made Joan feel a little disobedient was that his face was too clean.

Since entering the castle, Joan and his companions have been attacked by stone golems and clay golems one after another. They are tired of coping with various crises, and they don't even care to wash their faces.

He himself was disgraced, and Casio's image was not much better. How could his face be so clean that it reflected the light?

Unless his memory was wrong, Casio's skin was never so smooth and delicate!

"Who are you?" Joan suddenly asked the person opposite.

"Brother Joan...what's the matter with you?" The poet was full of surprise, "I'm Casio, you don't even know me!"

"You are not." Joan debunked the other party's disguise coldly, "The real Casio always carries his piano with him wherever he goes. You can pretend to be Casio, but you can't conjure that cold iron card out of thin air." Lute!"

"Oh? Is that so..."

The "Casio" on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, then grinned silently, showing sharp fangs, slowly raised his hands, two daggers gleaming with cold light appeared in his palms, and suddenly rushed over!

Joan had seen clearly the impostor's actions a long time ago, and picked up the revolver before the other party swung a knife to attack, aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The gunshot rang out, and the body of the impostor on the opposite side shook violently, half of his head was smashed by a large lead bullet, and the melted milky white liquid slowly flowed down the broken face, and the air was filled with the smell of burning candles.

Joan frowned, raised his hand and shot again, piercing a big hole in the weird man's chest, and fell to the floor on his back.

Joan walked up to the man with a gun and lowered his head to carefully observe the gunshot wound on his chest. Sure enough, there was no blood on the wound, only melted wax gushing out.

"So you're a golem, too."

"Don't confuse me with those fools who can only act according to a fixed program..." The dying "Wax Golem" whimpered unwillingly from the depths of his throat, "I am wise! Damn it, I want to Be a real...a living person..."

Joan originally wanted to kill the "Wax Golem" completely with one more shot, but after hearing his last words, his heart trembled, and he felt a little sympathy for this despicable and pitiful killer.

If only measured from the level of construction, the "wax golem" with independent will, rich emotions, and special ability to imitate the image and voice of others is actually more powerful than the "stone golem" and "clay golem". An advanced construct is almost a real living creature.

However, the white wax that made up its body was far more fragile than rocks and clay, and its combat power was far from being comparable to that of stone golems or clay golems. It could only pretend to be the intruder's companion to carry out assassinations under the cover of thick fog.

When its identity was identified, it was shot continuously in the head and chest, and after less than a minute it became stiff and silent.

Qiao An silently stared at the "wax golem" lying at his feet, not knowing whether the other party was "killed" or "destroyed", just as he couldn't judge the wisdom and emotion of the "wax golem". Like", whether it can be regarded as a living person.

After a short period of sadness, Joan came back to his senses, turned and walked towards the pit.

The Casio turned into a "wax golem" is a counterfeit, so the real Casio is probably still locked in a pit at this moment.

Joan squatted in front of the trap he discovered just now, propped up the flap, and looked down at the bottom of the well. What he saw was still empty, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Still not giving up, he took out a metal sleeve from the storage bag.

This is a small tool made by himself. The iron cylinder with the thickness of the arm is about two feet long, and there are layers of thinner iron cylinders inside. The cross section looks like a kind of cake called "thousand-layer roll". Layers of iron cylinders are nested with each other, and when fully stretched, it becomes an iron rod with a length of thirty feet.

Joan erected the retractable iron rod, stuck it into the trap, and knocked around the well wall, trying to test whether there was a mechanism hidden inside the well wall. However, to his surprise, when the iron rod hit the wall of the rocky well, it was silent, without any echo!

Joan immediately realized that something was wrong. It seemed that someone had set up some kind of enchantment to eliminate the sound in this trap!

Joan tried to identify the distribution of the magic net in the well, and found an imperceptible magic configuration.

It's a pity that this is a divine spell, and his understanding of divine spells is far less profound than that of arcane spells, so he can't make an accurate judgment. He can only guess based on the level of magic power that this may be a second-level "Silence spell".

Joan stretched the iron rod to the limit and poked it towards the bottom of the well.

The result surprised him again—the iron rod penetrated the seemingly solid bottom of the well and sank silently into the depths of the rock formation.

Joan rubbed his eyes, and in disbelief, picked up the iron rod and poked it towards the bottom of the well a few times, penetrating the bottom of the well each time without any hindrance, as if plunged into a cloud of nothingness.

This weird scene made Joan suddenly realize that his eyes had been deceived!

This so-called "bottom of the well" is just an illusion created by illusion. In fact, this trap is much deeper than it appears on the surface!

Qiao An stretched the iron rod to the limit, but still couldn't detect the real bottom of the well, so he had to retract the iron rod first, then took out a bundle of ropes, cast a spell to turn them into "activated ropes", and hung them down from the wellhead, silently calculating The length of the rope that hangs down the wellhead.

According to the measurement data provided by the rope, Qiao An measured that the depth from the mouth of the well to the forged "bottom of the well" created by the illusion was only 20 feet deep. Hit the real bottom of the well.

A bundle of "activation ropes" had already been lowered by more than half, and just when Joan was worried that the ropes were not long enough, the end of the ropes suddenly sank—it seemed that someone in the well had pulled the ropes!

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and tugged the rope upwards.

Fortunately, the upgraded "magnificent belt" provided him with an additional 4 points of strength. Although he looks thin, he actually has a lot of strength, and he dragged Casio up from the bottom of the well in a short time.

"Brother Qiao An, you saved me again, I really don't know how to thank you."

The poet climbed out of the well and thanked Joan gratefully.

Joan shook his head to express that you are welcome, and then asked him, "How did you fall?"