Why hunt down a super stupid innocent wizard

Chapter 273 Three Prophecy Scenes (Additional Updates) Please vote for me

Late at night, on the scorched earth where flames were rising, Lin An suddenly felt the connection between himself and the ugly head tremble.

buzzing...

His vision seemed to have penetrated a long space and time, and he was walking in a fog.

Prophecy!
The prophecy technique in his head, which can be said to be useless compared to Zheng Ling's prophecy ability, came into play again.

But this time, it seemed that what he saw was the same scene he saw last time. Chen Shuyun was lying on the bed with a dagger stuck in his chest. Chen Xinmi, who was sitting on top of her, raised the dagger high and thrust it into her chest.

"Why do you keep making this prediction?"

Lin An looked at the head in his hand with some confusion, and rolled his eyes at him, "Who should I ask?"

What use do you want!

At this moment, Lin An and his head both widened their eyes, the thick fog swayed, and a huge large-shaped iron frame was revealed next to the bed, with a mournful and wailing figure tied to it.

With the struggle, the chains clattered.

With antlers on his head and a handsome face, he was Lin An!

At this moment, there was also a dagger stuck in his chest, and blood spurted out as if it was free of charge!

"I am Cao!" Lin An looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Awesome!" the head exclaimed with eyes wide open.

As the emotions surged, the fog surged, covering all the scenes again. Lin An held his head and floated in the mist. This seemed to be Lin An's spiritual space.

Oh, no need to seem, it is.

Lin An didn't know what Zheng Ling's prophecy was like, but the prophecy in the head seemed to be an individual's ability to obtain information from the collective consciousness environment.

At this moment, he and his head were in the spiritual space, looking at the figures outside the surrounding translucent walls yelling.

Clown Face, former boss Lao Liu, Da Su Su...

Everyone seems to have strong emotions, and everyone doesn't know what they are shouting. It is vague, hazy, and dull, and it is very uncomfortable to hear it.

Finally, Lin An frowned and looked at the old Liu who always cursed, Liu Yuanmou, who seemed very happy.

As he focused his gaze, the fog surged again, and Lin An's figure appeared in the picture again.

At this moment, he looked determined to die, his spiritual rhythm surged with hesitation and resistance, but his soul burst out with endless excitement.

Lin An and Head looked at this scene with a strange expression.

"Why didn't I get any good results from your predictions?" Lin An couldn't help it anymore.

The head grinned, indicating that it was innocent. This prophecy ability was not something it could control.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha~~~"

The sharp laughter was particularly distorted. In the mirror next to Lin An in the picture, Old Liu was laughing wildly and waving his hands, "Anzai, Anzai, let me out quickly. This is my last chance!"

'Lin An' turned to look at him and sneered, "You are dead, so stop making trouble."

"No, no, no!" Old Liu was a little anxious, "Let me out quickly, the backup plan I left behind has finally taken effect. This is my last chance!"

'Lin An' looked at him excitedly, his eyes widened, his expression twisted, and he chuckled, "But what should I do? You are already dead!"

"I didn't! I didn't!" Lao Liu pulled the mirror in front of him hard, "My heart, Lao Zhang's heart, both live in your heart. I am still alive, and I still have a chance!"

"Anzi, if you want to be a master and apprentice, then Lao Zhang and I will treat you well, please let us out!"

Old Liu started to play the emotional card, patting the mirror vigorously, "You see it, you see it, my spirituality, my spirituality is working, please let me out quickly~~~"

'Lin An' still just sneered, "You are already dead!"

"Anzai, I'm going to fuck you..."

Before Lao Liu's scolding stopped, a Miao knife with terrifying power penetrated the fog and slashed towards Lin An.

The fog surged, and Lin An held his head and escaped from this prophetic scene again.

"Miao Dao?"

Lin An was stunned for a moment and looked at his head.

He shrugged his eyes and said, "Who am I asking?"

"!!!"

Why is my spirituality like this!I really want to beat it!

Lin An rolled his eyes and suddenly realized that in the past, he seemed to have a calm temper and was actually very indifferent to many things in life.

It’s none of my business, it’s none of your business—that’s the attitude.

Well, I was indeed like this in the past, so who can blame me.

Lin An frowned and thought, Miao Dao?This seems to be Professor Cao's weapon. Did he kill himself?

Is there something wrong with Professor Cao, or is there something wrong with him?
This seems possible. Professor Cao is making some dangerous attempts, and half of his body has turned into a big banyan tree and is covered with tree roots.

But it's also possible that Professor Cao succeeded and turned into a lich due to continuous strengthening?

Lin An looked at his head again.

The head looked at Lin An innocently, blinked, and bulled.

"!!!"

The mist surged, and Lin An and his head returned to the spiritual space again, but this time the prophecy seemed to be still running and not stopping.

Lin An sighed, "It would be great if you could use this prophecy skill properly. The practice of the extraordinary path is too dangerous, too confusing, and often makes people lose their way. Maybe prophecy is the best plug-in." Head sneered. He shouted, "Don't forget, prophecy is also a type of witchcraft. It originates from the power of twisted minds. Wizards and witch-hunting knights themselves have no future, so where do prophecies come from."

"Relying too much on prophecy will lead you to the ditch."

"Right, you think so too, otherwise you would have gone to that Zheng Ling and asked her to help you use prophecy to see more of the future."

"Isn't it you who also have such worries?"

"What are you talking about? My prophecy ability is useless. If you ask me, my current state is the best. Just be satisfied!"

"Too much obedience to the so-called spiritual guidance will only make your mind lose its own will, which is the most fatal. In my opinion, people like Zheng Ling are the most likely to become lichs."

Lin An looked at the gushing head in amazement, "It's rare that you can have such an understanding, it's amazing!"

He rolled his eyes and said, "I am you, and you know everything I know. Maybe you are sometimes blinded by interests. I am just reminding you with your original thoughts."

"Indeed." Lin An held his head and his expression became much gentler. Although this thing is a bit ugly, in the end it is the closest person to him.

Although he and his head both had this understanding, the power of prophecy was surging, and they could not stop their curiosity to spy on the next prophecy scene.

The fog surged, and this time the scene turned out to be in the spiritual space.

"Card game..." Lin An in the picture was muttering in his own spiritual space, with a very special kind of excitement on his face.

He raised his head and looked at Lin An, who explained to it, "It should be a game that the little boss wants to operate as an agent."

'Lin An' in the picture slowly walked into the dark golden statue with antlers in the middle of the spiritual space. As the light surged, the dark golden statue came to life.

The statue of the god waved gently, and the spiritual portraits surrounding the spiritual space floated one after another, and the light surged.

They seem to be shrinking and becoming extra solid.

There was lightning and thunder outside the translucent wall, as if this spiritual space was leveraging a lot of power in the environment.

"This is using antlers to pry the aura of the spiritual world, and it seems to be casting a spell. Is this the witchcraft I created after digesting the hesitation?" Lin An stared at this picture with wide eyes.

He could understand what this picture was. The actual demonstration video and trailer video of the game were released. A large number of people watched the video and burst out with emotions. Therefore, these spiritual portraits have the power to interact with collective consciousness.

The only thing that is unexpected here, or that is not within Lin An's thinking, is the so-called 'cards'.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether it's a card or a portrait, it's just a form of expression.

In essence, the self in the prophecy picture is actually mobilizing the power of these 'environmental relationships' and leveraging aura to build this interactive characteristic of 'people and the environment'.

buzzing~~
Spiritual portraits floated above the palm of the dark golden statue and gathered into cards.

"This thing..." Lin An frowned at the scene in front of him, "Heart-to-heart witchcraft?"

My head wondered, "What heart-to-heart connection?"

Lin An pondered for a while and gave the answer, "It is the relationship between people, people and the environment, people's spirituality and collective consciousness. My understanding of heart-to-heart witchcraft is not as overbearing as Lao Liu."

"He possesses an absolute self-will of a wizard. In his eyes, heart-to-heart witchcraft is a kind of clone puppet witchcraft that corrodes others and allows others to implement their own will."

"But you know, I'm more moderate in comparison and I refuse to go to extremes."

"So in my understanding, heart-to-heart witchcraft is more about communication and interaction."

The head was confused when he heard it, "What's the use of that?"

It soon became clear.

As the dark golden statue waved the card in its hand, Zhongjiudi shouted, "Come out, my cat!"

Biu~
From a large stack of cards floating in the sky above the palm of the dark golden statue, a card floated out, spinning in mid-air and turning into a huge light curtain.

A black cat walked out of the light curtain.

"Meow~?"

——"Lin An, what's going on?"

Maomao is puzzled.

But the dark golden statue did not answer. He seemed to be immersed in some subtle perception and shouted softly again, "Come out, Lao Liu!"

Biu~
A card floated up, spinning and turning into a light curtain.

An old man on crutches walked out of the light curtain with great dignity.

"Hahaha~~~"

Old Liu laughed wildly, "Lin An, you idiot, finally gave me a chance. I'm free!"

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his arms to Lin An in front of him, as if he wanted to cast a spell.

Can……

And nothing happened.

"!!!" Lao Liu looked at his hands in disbelief, "Where is my witchcraft ability? Where is my wizard will?"

No, not at all.

This witchcraft does not seem to summon others, but is just a witchcraft used for communication.

"You brought me back to reality from death just to let me chat with you?" Old Liu broke his guard, "Anzi, I'll fuck you..."

buzz~
The light curtain dissipated, his figure shattered, and the cards floated back into the palm of his hand again.

The dark golden statue slowly opened its eyes and looked at the black cat in front of him with a smile, "Cat, long time no see!"

(End of this chapter)