Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 73 Don't come here!

"If you don't regret it." Without the fear Parthia expected, Talo's expression was very calm.

"It's coming to an end, do you still want to pretend to be a ghost?" Partiya said viciously.

Talo wants to try to use [The Fool] to interfere with Parthia, but his mental resistance is a bit high for the current Talo.

The gap of a whole rank is like a gap.

A real name can be said to be a manifestation of a person's root, and if it is known by others, it will be extremely dangerous.

According to what Partiya meant, he wanted to directly grasp Talo's real name, and then control Talo's whole person.

If he can really do this, he can also ask clearly what is going on with the door of truth that just appeared, and maybe he can also remove the price that he does not know when and how much he needs to pay back.

But Tullo's real name... Even he himself didn't know what it was, and that indescribable evil could go and defile the door of truth by itself.

He also didn't feel that he could be controlled by Parthia, and Old Bree, who was a master of spells, couldn't maintain the spell on himself.

Now he just thinks, it's better that nothing happens to Parthia, and at least he can talk later.

"Hahahaha! Under your easy expression, your spirit is so chaotic. Is it because of panic and anger?" Partiya's eyes looked directly at Talo's pupils, and his thoughts were sinking into Talo's spirit little by little. among.

"If you can tell me a little bit about what you saw, I will be very grateful." Talo doesn't care so much now, even if Parthia doesn't pick it up, he will open his eyes to Parthia. have a look.

Tullow is also curious about what his spirit will look like in the eyes of people in this world.

"As you wish, I will dig out your real name and even a little bit of your pain." Partiya gradually concentrated his attention, and Talo's spirit was a little bit deeper than he imagined.

He gradually had a feeling that this was not a spiritual world that humans could have.

"How do you look?" Tarlow saw that the other party stared at him for a long time, and his eyes that had been open all the time were a little dry.

"Why? Why is your sea of ​​spirit so deep? There is also this ominous feeling..." Parthia's pupils slowly revealed a lot of doubts.

In the process of going deep into Talo's spirit, Partiya recalled a little bit the feeling of going home alone in the dark night when she was a child.

At that time, I hadn't been exposed to witchcraft, and I was far less courageous than I am now. I would unconsciously imagine whether there were some unknown monsters lurking beside the path in the darkness.

"And this malice, indescribable malice, are you really human?" Partiya's voice trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

"Malicious? What malicious?" Tulo asked strangely, he had no malice towards Parthia.

"Why can it go down?! Why can it go down?!"

"You monster! How much malice is hidden in your twisted heart!"

"Stop! Stop it for me! I don't want to read it! Don't let me watch it again!"

Partiya let go of Talo directly, and retreated to the wall trembling. The heavy iron chain did not put away, but fell to the ground.

"What did you see?" Tulo asked after he was unbound.

"See? See! Hahahaha! I saw it!" Partiya took off his mask, revealing a young face, his fingers kept digging his cheeks, as if Hide things that make you uncomfortable.

"Ah, it's over." Looking at the other party's silly look, Tulo knew that communication was hopeless.

"Don't come here!" Partiya suddenly pointed at Talo and yelled, but Talo stood still and didn't move.

Parthia scratched her face fiercely, pulling out four bloodstains, and then slammed her head against a wooden wall on one side, yelling as she bumped: "Get out! Get out of my head! I said Don't look at yourself anymore!"

"Crazy?" Talo walked towards Parthia, even if the other party was in such a state of mind, he still couldn't use [The Fool] to influence it.

So he planned to try to see if he could pull out the conceptual thread from Parthia's body through actual contact to see what was going on.

"I told you! Don't come here!" Partiya yelled while turning his neck more than 180 degrees, looking at Tulo.

Talo noticed the other party's eyes all of a sudden, and Parthia's eyes were gradually turning bright red, just like herself after awakening the magic eye.

"By the way! Eyes! As long as you lose your eyes, you won't be able to talk to me!" Partiya realized something, stretched out two fingers with both hands to make hooks, poked and pulled his two eyeballs easily pulled out.

This scene really effectively stopped Talo from advancing. He waved his cane and moved towards Parthia vigilantly.

There seemed to be something beating under the black robe of Parthia, and with these beatings, his body couldn't stop trembling in accordance with the law.

"Calm down, I can help you." Tulo said while moving forward slowly.

"Why do I take off my eyes, but I can still see... and hear..." Partiya slowly turned around to face Talo, two tears of blood dripped from his empty eye sockets.

"What did you see? What did you hear?" Tulo spoke warmly, as if trying to comfort a bewildered child.

"I saw you, I heard you..." Partiya said in a crying voice with blood and snot running down his face.

"Don't be afraid, I can help you."

Finally, Talo walked up to Partiya, and he slowly put his hand on Partiya's chest.

Chaotic, incomparably chaotic threads of concepts surged within his body.

In the past, when drawing the lines of other things, each concept was arranged in an extremely orderly manner, even in the village chief who was infected by many external forces, this phenomenon did not occur.

Just as Tulo was struggling with how to catch the end of the thread and get one out, Partiya pushed it away, knelt down on the ground, and let out a silent cry.

"Trouble." Tulo curled his lips, thinking quickly about what else to do.

The fingertip of his left index finger condensed a bit of magic, and outlined a Kann rune representing "peace".

Hope it works, Tarlow thought.

When he walked in front of Partiya again, the other party raised his head for an instant, his empty eye sockets had been filled with an indescribable glue-like thing.

"Nayaratti?" Partiya asked back with his head tilted, and then he shifted his gaze to the Conn rune in Talo's hand, with a look of extreme disgust on his face: "You are so disgusting."

(End of this chapter)