Tomb Raider's Notes of Qilin City Lord

Chapter 493 Siguniang Mountain (53)

493 Chapter 493 Siguniang Mountain (53)
At this moment, I know that regret is useless. Since I have been caught by my brother, it will be difficult to escape from him. However, I still want to give it a try. After all, freedom is in my own hands so that I can face the next step. things.

My current posture is like that of a mother cat holding a kitten by the back of its neck while being held captive. My arms are stretched forward stiffly by the raised clothes, and my back is arched unconsciously. When I stood up, my toes could barely touch the ground. My body's center of gravity was unstable and I couldn't use any strength.

Then I tried my best to jump forward and ran away, saying: "Let me go, let me go, let me go."

I don’t know how many times I struggled to escape, but I found that I was just bouncing in place. The collar on the back of my neck was held tightly by my brother. During the struggle, the clothes strangled me so hard that it hurt. , the collar was stuck in my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe, and my heart was already filled with a strong sense of pledge from my brother, which made me understand that continuing to struggle like this is obviously in vain, and it is just meaningless harm to myself. Just physical strength.

My brother's physical fitness is god-level, and his skills are even better. He is a well-trained master, and I am a weak woman who neglects to exercise. If I were to compete with him in physical attacks, then I would really be a bit weak. There are no advantages at all. If there is a real conflict, I will just throw an egg against a rock.

The attack method that allows me to show my strength is naturally magic attack. But if I strike lightly, I will just tickle him. If I strike hard, I will hurt him.

I said in my heart that it is best not to have a conflict. He is not clear-headed right now, and I don’t know what kind of emotions he is holding me in. He doesn’t seem to have murderous intentions towards me yet, but if I do it with him, I'm afraid that if I start to attack, it will only anger him. In that case, the beating I receive will be light, but I'm afraid my life will be in danger. I can't act rashly until it is absolutely necessary.

I continued to struggle to resist the force he exerted on me, mainly because I was afraid of being strangled to death by him. I had to quickly think about whether there was a better way, I had to get away, and I had to unravel his illusion.

I first thought about the problem of bells. The bells here are smaller, lighter and crisper. The sound when they ring is somewhat different from the bells that look like small bells. The bell-shaped bells sound It's more ethereal and melodious. If it weren't for hallucinations, the sound would be quite nice to be honest. I was wondering if the different sounds of the bells would create different types of hallucinations and the intensity of the hallucinations. I Just remember that if you eat different hallucination plants, the hallucinations produced will be different, so the sounds should be the same.

In hallucinations, the things people see are very different from the things in reality. At that time, he had already experienced being betrayed by his master and bullied by people of all sizes in the Zhang family. Although from an emotional point of view I can't see much change in him, but it doesn't mean that he really doesn't take it to heart. It's just that he will swallow his pain and digest it slowly.

In my opinion, this is because my brother has good concentration, rationality, and tolerance, but he knows everything in his heart. He also has emotions, and he could occasionally see it when he was a child. It was only after he lost his memory for the first time that he turned into ice. Blocky, but there are still emotional expressions, but very few. He just doesn't express his emotions. When those things happened back then, he should still feel lonely, scared and afraid.

Only when he met Uncle Zhang did he find some warmth that could be regarded as "home" in the Zhang family, and a sense of being loved by his father, but this little bit of beauty was given to those hateful and inhumane people in the Zhang family. After being destroyed, they still wanted to control his destiny and drag him to be a blood jar where his blood would be drained and he would die. But even so, he still did not want to conflict with the Zhang family, but chose to accept the Zhang family's treatment of him. destiny.

He always looked as indifferent as water, as if he could see through life and death, but this indifference disappeared, even from the moment he saw Uncle Zhang and I who went to save him were bullied by the bad guys in the Zhang family, and even threatened our lives, I saw It got to the point where he was angry.

At that time, he had lost too much blood and was weak. When the body is severely ischemic, the blood supply to the organs is insufficient, and there is a high chance of hallucinations. His body and mind became uncontrollable. The bronze bell rang, and the sound It will stimulate the nerves, thus producing a superimposed effect of hallucinations.

Seeing those Zhang family members attacking us with malice finally aroused the anger, sadness, panic and other negative emotions that he had suppressed in his heart for a long time to burst out, and they were out of control.

New grudges combined with old grudges will inevitably produce strong anger. If the anger is too strong, he will do things beyond reason, morality and even law. At that time, he had been deeply confused by hallucinations, which led him to completely I have lost my mind. Even if I am not hallucinating, a person will choose to save himself when multiple people threaten his life and the life of his important people. However, he did not recognize me in the hallucination, which is enough to prove that we These living creatures may have another appearance in his eyes, and may be the appearance of the monsters in the tomb.

But this time he was struck in a very calm state, and the murderous aura emanating from his body was much worse than that time. I was the only living thing in front of him, and I didn't anger him, so he still maintained a certain degree of sanity. , just grabbed me with my bare hands.

So, what do I look like when he sees me now? Is it the monster in the tomb again? Or maybe he sees a mutated me. The mutated me is ugly at best, but he should still be able to recognize me as "me." "Well, it probably won't kill me to silence me, but a beating may be unavoidable...

The more I think about the previous conclusions combined with the current situation, the more complicated it becomes. But after analyzing it, I feel that the current situation seems to be slightly more optimistic than the previous one, but I know that I cannot take it lightly. I have already suffered a lot of injuries on my body, and the wounds are quite painful. I asked my brother to give me a few more blows, but he couldn’t do it lightly, and I was trembling all over just thinking about it.

When I saw that his hand hadn't moved, I wanted to try to break away gently, but it didn't work out. I just thought about it, and he seemed to have figured out my thoughts and didn't wait for me to struggle. As soon as I put my hand on it, I suddenly started to exert force.My throat was completely stuck by the clothes in an instant. My breath was stuck in my throat, neither in my throat nor in my throat. It was like eating mustard. I felt a stream of air passing through my temples and rushing towards the top of my head. I grabbed his arm, staggered, and then my feet left the ground. My body was thrown backwards, and I thought to myself, he was planning a sneak attack.

The relationship between the two of us is to protect and be protected, and we have signed a formal contract, so we have a subtle telepathic connection with each other, but I have always been the one to sense him, but he always loses his memory and his sense of me often fails. His senses will only be restored when his memory recovers to a certain extent. Now his memory is relatively complete, and our senses are connected. It is indeed not unusual for him to know what I want to do, but I have never seen him react so much. This reaction is too fast.

Before I could think any more, I was already pushed in front of him. With a muffled sound and a muffled groan from me, the back of my head hit his chest. Immediately, my head was covered and my skull was about to be cracked. I felt severe pain, as if he was wearing fine steel armor. My vision went dark and I almost fainted.

At this moment, one of his arms stretched out from my side. The arm flashed in front of my eyes like a ray of light, and then it fell across my chest like a crossbar on a door. This hand clasped my chest. He grabbed my shoulders, and my body was stretched back, completely pressing against his chest. At the same time, he released his hand holding my collar. Although I was still being strangled by him, the collar After I let go, I could finally breathe easier. I took a few deep breaths and coughed a few times.

The hand holding my shoulder was so strong that I grinned in pain. My body was locked by him at this moment. I raised my hand to hold his arm, exerting all my strength to suck. , but couldn't break it apart no matter what, so in the end I could only use my arms to pry his arms to leave as much space as possible for myself. It hurt me, and I felt a little aggrieved.

The last time I lifted his hallucination, my blood was injected with spiritual power to heat it up, and the medicine in the blood quickly evaporated to wake him up. I still remember Uncle Zhang saying that you shouldn’t listen to the ringing of bells for too long. When will the surrounding sounds stop? It's unclear, but after the hallucination was lifted, no more noise could hurt him.

Thinking of my blood, which I already had, I quietly moved my hand toward the backpack on my waist. Soon I touched the mouth of the backpack. Just as I was about to put my hand in, I felt a sudden force on my wrist. As soon as it tightened, my arm was pulled and twisted behind my back, and the arm that was holding my chest was raised to the level of my neck.

I struggled a little and blurted out: "You want to murder me, let me go, it hurts so much."

His hand showed no sign of letting go. I endured the pain and shouted to him: "I want to save you, but you are hallucinating again. Let go!"

After listening to my words, I felt that he suddenly paused. I thought he might understand what I said and was thinking, and then let me go. But in the next second, he actually picked me up, spun me around half a circle and threw me away. , I tried hard to control the balance of my body, staggered a few steps and then stood still. I looked at him with anger, stretched out my finger and said to him: "You..."

I was stunned for a moment, quickly looked down at my waist, felt in my bag and said, "You can take advantage of it."

There is a spiritual power setting in my bag. At this moment, I want to take the spiritual blood bottle from it. The spiritual blood bottle will be placed within easy reach. He shook me off in order to give me what I wanted to take out of the bag. Taking it out, the blood bottle was in his hand, but it was okay, he could just hold it, this was a good opportunity.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I immediately made a gesture, quickly drew a frame based on my brother's outline, and placed a spiritual shield around him.

The blood in the blood bottle is my own, and it also carries my spiritual power. As long as I wave my hand, the blood in the blood bottle will obey my command as if it is alive. I said to him: "Brother, you are hallucinating." , I’ll help you untie it right now.”

In order to concentrate the medicinal properties in the blood into the spiritual power shield so as to exert the maximum effect, I reduced the spiritual power shield by a circle. While he was confused, I remotely controlled the spiritual blood in the bottle and opened the bottle cap myself. After the spiritual blood rushed out of the bottle, it immediately turned into blood spots as fine as dust and scattered inside the spiritual power shield.

A ball of flame suddenly appeared in my hand, and I crushed the fire. The flame immediately turned into fine pieces like dust, and connected into a star-like ribbon that wound towards the spiritual shield, and then It spread into mist, rushed into the spiritual power shield, and collided with the dust and mist of spiritual blood.

The spiritual blood dust mist that hit the flame dust mist evaporated and disappeared instantly, and the sweet fragrance of flowers and plants from the spiritual blood spread around Zhang Qiling.

(End of this chapter)