Chapter 2849 Hallucination

Number of enemies: five.

Looking at their grief-stricken expressions and listening to their heart-rending wails, I felt inexplicably at ease.

Looking up at the sky, exhaling softly, recalling the little sister's voice and smile, I couldn't help but smile.

For the next three days, the five enemies never went out except for eating, as if the dormitory was their final destination.

I don't care about it - it's always the mice that are anxious, how can a cat be anxious?

In the next few days, I kept observing and waiting for an opportunity for them to get together and relax their vigilance.

This opportunity came very quickly. On the seventh day after the five people started living at home, I found that several people had a quarrel. Although they usually had quarrels occasionally, this time the outburst was obviously more intense and more natural.

Of course, this so-called nature cannot be known just by listening, peeping and imagining. It is mainly because I heard the sobbing, the sobbing of men.

Adventurers in the Zephyr Continent have a common problem. Unless they are extremely emotional, they will not shed tears. This is true for female adventurers, and even more so for male adventurers.

The male adventurer cried suddenly, especially heart-rending cry. This was absolutely abnormal. I could even conclude that his psychological defense had collapsed.

Once one person's psychological defense collapses, it will cause great damage to the entire team, and this is the opportunity I have been waiting for for a long time.

I quietly climbed up the wall and peered into the wall. I saw that the courtyard was in a mess, with broken cups and plates scattered all over the floor. I smiled coldly, lit the bottle of petroleum that I had prepared in advance, and threw it into the courtyard with a strong throw, followed by the third Two, and the third, I didn't stop until all the prepared incendiary bottles were thrown away.

Thousands of degrees of high temperature will cause very limited damage to adventurers above level 10, but it will be a disaster for adventurers below level 4.

For a time, in the scorching front yard, screams and wails continued to be heard, the sounds were shrill and chilling.

I leaned under a big tree not far away, waiting for someone to successfully escape from inside.

As I expected, two people actually escaped from the fire. One was the captain of the body-stealing team, and the other was his adjutant.

I greeted them with a smile, and they finally figured out who the real culprit was behind the scenes.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. Without saying a word, they started fighting with me.

If they calculate mentally but not intentionally, they will naturally win more and lose less. Moreover, the two of them have been eating too much and can't sleep well. They are already exhausted. How can they be my opponent?

So with three swords and two swords, they were killed.

Killing someone on the street was nothing in this small, violent town, but it was impressive.

If an adventurer of some status or a noble from an aristocratic family kills someone in the street, the city guard will pretend they didn't see it and even help wipe their butts. But for a powerless commoner like me, this is a serious crime. Gotta be put in jail.

Of course, if you don't want to go to jail, it's not impossible, but you must pay tribute to something, whether it is gold or silver coins, or something valuable, otherwise, no need to talk!

Naturally, I couldn't give the money and goods that would satisfy the city guard, so I had no choice but to run away.

In the process of running away, I was concentrated six times by the magic missiles of the city guard, and was hit by three arrows, all of which were penetrating wounds, but fortunately, they were not in fatal positions.

Under the influence of severe pain, I gradually came back to my senses.

At this moment, I am still in the Poseidon Clan, Sirocco is still protecting me by my side, and Spitz is still standing beside me, but his eyes are not on me, but not far away, the white-skinned man On the man's body.

As soon as my eyes fell on the fair-skinned man's face, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and abdomen. I looked down and found several penetrating wounds on my abdomen. Although it was not fatal, the sudden severe pain still made me suffocate.

hiss!

He reached out to cover the wound and slowly lifted it up. Yes, it was blood, not an illusion.

Looking at the wounds again, I was suddenly startled - why did these wounds look so familiar? It is very similar to the penetrating wound suffered by the city guard when he was escaping from York and Han Dynasty!

Could it be said that when I looked up at the white-skinned man, my eyes were full of disbelief.

At the same time, Shilok also looked away from me, looking at the white-skinned man, and said in a frivolous tone: "Turn illusions into reality? What a powerful combat skill."

Although she praised the other person for being awesome, I didn't see any change in her expression from the beginning to the end. She just seemed to be commenting on a trivial matter that was not simple but not surprising.

"You are also very good at being able to see through my combat skills at a glance."

The fair-skinned man said calmly.

He seemed to really recognize Sirocco's strength, because the next second, he blew the flute sound again, and this ethereal flute sound seemed to be specifically aimed at Sirocco!

Shirok didn't care, she actually turned her head and began to listen to the flute.

However, as she listened, her expression became less relaxed. After about five minutes of touching, her eyes gradually became dull and she fell into a dreamland.

"Break it!" I whispered to Spitz.

The latter shook his head and refused.

I looked at Spitz in surprise and asked, "Why?"

"I'm very curious whether the sound of the flute can really cause harm to the apostle."

I focused my eyes and said anxiously: "Shirok's mind has been traumatized before, and it was a serious trauma. If this continues, she won't be able to bear it!"

"Don't underestimate the apostles, you guys." Spitz said with a smile: "Although their spiritual power cannot be compared with that of your tribe after awakening, it is not something that mere humans can match. Moreover,"

He looked at Sirocco and said calmly: "The reappearance of painful memories is not always a bad thing. There are also some cases that can prove that reappearing pain can help strengthen mental resistance and restore mental state. In addition,"

He turned to me and said, "If the sound of his flute can really affect the apostle, I highly recommend that you keep him alive."

"Why?" I asked in confusion: "Is it because you love talents?"

"I don't necessarily have a love for talent. I don't like an ant like this that can be easily crushed, even if it has some special abilities."

Spitz smiled and said: "But I think that if a guy like him is alive and can still work for you, it might be helpful to your awakening."

Frowning, I stared at Spitz for a while and asked in a deep voice, "Are you planning to awaken my bloodline by activating painful memories?"

"That's what I mean," Spitz said, "I just don't know if it's his flute sound that's so powerful, or the seal in your bloodline that's so powerful."

After a moment of silence, I slowly said: "I think the seal is powerful. After all, it is something even the apostles are helpless to do."

"That's not necessarily true," Spitz said with a smile, "Humans are a race that can create miracles."