Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 272
After the man finished shouting, he became quiet again.

There was no movement in the woods, and there were two duck-like "quacks" in the distance, as if mocking this group of vigilant humans.

A black-haired middle-aged man dressed as a sailor suddenly turned over behind the tree trunk, but the revolver was thrown into the air. He only saw a blood-red cloak falling on the ground.

He blew a whistle with a rapid transition, which was a code word for everyone in the pirate group, representing "lurking enemies".

The middle-aged man didn't easily touch the red cloak on the ground, he just glanced at it, and his spiritual intuition had a bad feeling.

If the cloak appeared out of thin air, it meant it was a monster. If it didn't appear out of thin air, it meant that the enemy was still lurking nearby.There are obviously traces of someone staying here, but they disappeared out of thin air?

The middle-aged man just wanted to yell a reminder, but he already felt that he had lost control of his hands. He watched his body take another step forward, dropped the gun in his hand, and even bent down towards the cloak.

He really wanted to scream, and wanted to warn the rest of his companions present, but he couldn't control his body to move at all.

The moment the middle-aged man held up the red cloak with both hands, the cloak had already covered his body.

When Pedro screamed, everyone else quickly pulled the trigger in the direction of the tree without any hesitation.

The gray-haired man at the head was extremely tall. His muscles bulged in an instant. He directly picked up a three-meter-high tree in front of him and threw the tree fiercely during the slow sound of the gunfire.

"Andrew!" Another slender brown-haired man shouted reproachfully, which was consistent with the previous guess that the other party was not hostile.

"Pedro doesn't even have a chance to escape, the enemy is not something we can easily deal with, return to the ship quickly!" the gray-haired man yelled.

Behind the tree, Pedro kept screaming and calling for help, until the trunk of the tree was crushed by another tree that fell head-on, and the broken wood fell backwards, and even the painful voice was crushed underneath.

The leader of this group of pirates made a decisive choice. While filling the wheel with a new round of bullets, he backed away, wanting to leave their silent companions behind and leave the island as soon as possible.

Suddenly, another burly pirate raised the muzzle of his gun that had just been loaded, and aimed at the gray-haired man who was also retreating beside him.

When the gunshot rang out, the gray-haired man instinctively lowered his body, which allowed him to escape unharmed. The bullet blasted a cloud of blood from his back and burrowed into the nearby grass.

"Are you crazy!?" The gray-haired man, who was as strong as a bear, swung his arms vigorously, hooked the pirate's neck, and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Then he saw fear in the eyes of his subordinates before being knocked unconscious, and realized something was wrong.

The path of the gray-haired man is not good at dealing with spiritual power, his strongest is physical force.

So from the beginning to the end, he didn't catch the ray of light that broke away from the pirate and merged into the reptile's body. Pedro, the only one in the pirate team with the ability of spiritual vision, had just fallen behind the cut tree.

Something red was wriggling behind the tree, full of hair-raising sucking and flowing sounds.

"Be vigilant and leave as soon as possible, the enemy is nearby!"

The gray-haired man roared violently, constantly turning his head to watch in all directions, for fear that the thing that tormented Pedro and controlled his subordinates would fall on his face in the next second.

However, the pirate who was knocked unconscious just now was just the beginning.

Gunshots rang out twice again, and someone wailed because of injuries, even unceremoniously raised their weapons, and fired several shots at their frightened companions, eliminating the "traitors" who hurt others.

For the next part of the escape road, the distance between this team of only seven or eight people became more and more scattered, because no one knew whether the gunshots that sounded at the next moment came from the approaching companions, or whether they were aimed at them or not. will be myself.

When he noticed this, the gray-haired man yelled again: "Don't be alone! Find a hiding place, but don't be alone—"

His words stopped abruptly, his mind went blank for a moment, his body muscles were mobilized according to the instructions from the previous moment, and he continued to push him to run two steps forward, the inertia was buffered.

The gunshot rang out, and the man's strong body fell sideways, like a grizzly bear that was precisely aimed and killed by a hunter. The hole in his temple was exposed, and the dripping bright red spread all over the ground.

There were only three other survivors left, and they ran more scattered, each fleeing in a direction away from others, for fear that the next moment the gunshots would be aimed at themselves again.

The shooter was the fourth person, a thin man with short brown hair. One eye was full of panic, while the other eye was gentle and indifferent. Two completely different emotions appeared on the same face. It seems to make others feel schizophrenic.

But there was no one else here, and the man found that the gun in his right hand was raised and pointed at his temple.

What a straightforward and effective deterrent, the finger attached to the trigger is lifted and dropped, like a coin flipped in the air, without falling on either side.

This kind of hesitation lasted for several seconds, making the person who could not control his body feel more and more broken. Now he would rather be the person lying on the ground, so that he would not have to suffer such a bizarre threat.

"I have a question for you, where is this place?"

The man heard such words coming out of his own mouth.

The moment he regained control of his mouth, he couldn't wait to answer this question: "The Rorsted Islands! East and northeast! It's only half a day's flight from Nass! It's an unmarked desert island!"

Then the man was in a daze for a moment, and then he lost his mouth again, but the gun in his right hand was also controlled to be put down, holding it tightly in his hand.

"For your honesty's sake." The man who said it sounded in a good mood.

The man never knew that his own voice could make him so afraid.

But the person occupying his body obviously didn't intend to give him relief. He could only be trapped in his own body, step by step along the place where he ran before, and gradually walk back to the origin of the battle.

"What's your name?"

Generally, no one would deliberately ask a dead person's name, unless it was to be written on the tombstone, but men would rather have positive thoughts and hope that the other party can let them go.

After gaining control of Zuipizi, he quickly replied: "Vika, my name is Vika!"

This time, the communicable invisible ghost said directly in his head: "Okay, Vika, I think I'd better not tell you my name. You're too panicked to think I'm going to kill you, I have no scruples to reveal your identity."

When the voice sounded, Vika's eyes were obviously dull for a moment, because the other party sounded like a rather young lady, her words were gentle and even with a smile.

If he hadn't been controlled by the other party and had just walked past a pirate who had been knocked unconscious, Vika might have relaxed a little because of the sound.

"You... are you an evil spirit?" Vika asked subconsciously.

"Me? Of course I'm not, I was just accidentally sent to this small island."

Vika gradually understood what had happened. Who would have thought that there were other people on this deserted island, although they were just lone travelers, they were completely untouchable: "So you, you, like Pedro and Andrew, are extraordinary people. By?"

"Yes."

Vika swallowed his saliva, trying to figure out the other party's intention, and then his thoughts suddenly went blank.

The voice sighed helplessly: "Oh, I don't really have any intention of coming here. You already know what I want to do. Didn't I ask you at the beginning?"

Vika opened her mouth in disbelief: "Just to ask where this is!? You just--"

That voice was obviously dissatisfied: "Don't be so surprised, if I'm really just an 'ordinary' lady, with no strength to fight back, what will happen now?"

"us……"

"The best case is to die at gunpoint on the spot, isn't it? Mr. Vika, I heard the conversation between you when I was hiding behind a tree."

Vika slowly closed his mouth.

He knew in his heart that what the other party said was the truth, a person who has no strength in the sea is not much different from a fish waiting to be scaled, let alone a lady.

He wasn't a man of backbone, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten on a pirate ship and submissively acted as a guide for the other party.In the final analysis, the pirates on this ship were also mobs. Vika knew this well. If they died, they would die. The friendship between them was not enough to make Vika bitter and bitter.

In the current situation, Andrew himself regarded the shark as a dolphin, so there was nothing to say.

"Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

For fear of making the other party feel dissatisfied, Vika quickly replied:

"There are people from all over the world on the pirate ship. I only know that Andrew is from Sunia Island. He was a mercenary before he went to sea. I boarded the ship in Rorsted, and there were also many people who boarded the ship from the archipelago.

"I wonder how Pedro, the guy behind the tree, knew there was a desert island. They speculated that there might be some treasure hidden here..."

It's a pity that the treasure is gone, and the life is gone.Vika didn't know if the other two who ran away were hunted down, if they returned to the boat, everyone would definitely leave immediately.

Without Andrew's restraint, the group of people might not listen to the chief mate, and there were several dissatisfied bastards.If there was internal strife on board, there might be a fight over control.

Esther stole part of Vika's ideas, and quickly stuffed them back. This man is not an Extraordinary. Although he has some knowledge of mysticism, most of it should come from his companions.

In simple terms, it would be easier to control, but Esther kept him alive only because Vika had shown a little bit of unwillingness to fight with others in the previous conversation.

Regardless of whether this was due to cowardice or fear, Esther did not kill him directly.

Vika walked back to the side of the big tree that collapsed at first, with half of the broken trunk lying in front of him, and he realized that the sucking sound behind the tree had completely disappeared.

Only the corner of the bright red cloak was exposed, and the bottom was propped up, presenting a half-curled shape of a person's body.

(End of this chapter)