The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Number of enemies: five.

Looking at their sad expressions and listening to their heart-piercing wailing, I feel at ease inexplicably.

Looking up at the sky, sighing lightly, recalling the smile of the young lady, she couldn't help but smile.

In the next three days, the five enemies did not go out except eating, as if the dormitory was their final destination.

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

In the next few days, I have been observing and waiting, waiting for an opportunity for them to hug, but relax their vigilance.

This opportunity came very quickly. On the seventh day when the five people began to live at home, I found that several people had quarrels. Although they also occasionally quarreled, this time the outbreak was obviously more intense and more natural.

Of course, this so-called nature can not be known only by listening, peeping and conjecture, mainly because I heard the sobs, the sobbing of men.

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

And the male adventurer cried suddenly, especially the heart-piercing sobs. This is absolutely abnormal. I can even conclude that his psychological defense has collapsed.

Once a person's psychological defenses collapse, it will cause great damage to the entire team, and this is the opportunity I have been waiting for.

I quietly climbed up the wall, peeked into the wall, and peeped into the courtyard. After the cups and plates were broken to the ground, I smiled coldly, lit the bottled oil prepared in advance, tossed it vigorously, and threw it into the courtyard. Two, the third...I didn't stop until all the prepared Molotov cocktails were thrown away.

The high temperature of several thousand degrees is very limited for adventurers above level ten, but it is a disaster for adventurers below level four.

For a time, in the front yard with the scorching face, there were constant screams and howls, and the voice was shuddering and shuddering.

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

As I expected, two people really escaped from the fire. One was the captain of this corpse thief team and the other was his adjutant.

I greeted them with a smile, and they finally knew who was behind the scenes.

As the saying goes, when the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous. If nothing else, they will start with me.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, it is natural to win more and lose less. Besides, the two of them don't know the taste of the eclipse, and they can't sleep well. They are already exhausted. How can they be my opponent?

So with two swords and two swords, they ended up.

Killing on the street is not a big deal in this violent small town, but it scores people.

If it is an adventurer of some status, or a family nobleman kills people in the street, the defensive team will treat it as if it hasn’t seen it, and even help wipe the ass, but for a grassroots with no power and power like me, this is a felony. Got to be taken to prison.

Of course, if you don’t want to go to jail, it’s not impossible, but you must respect something, such as gold coins and silver coins, or valuable things, otherwise, don’t talk about it!

Naturally, I couldn't give the money and things that would satisfy the defensive team, so I had to run away.

In the process of running, I was concentrated six times by the magic missiles of the defensive team, and I was shot three by arrows, all of which were penetrating injuries, but luckily, it was not a fatal position...

Under the severe pain, I gradually recovered.

At this moment, I am still in the land of the Poseidon, Shilock is still guarding me beside me, and Spitz is still standing beside me, but his eyes are not on me, but not far away, white skin. The man's body.

As soon as my eyes fell on the face of the fair-skinned man, I instinctively felt a sharp pain in my chest and abdomen, and when I looked down, I found that my abdomen had several penetrating injuries. Although it was not fatal, the sudden severe pain still suffocated me.

hiss!

She stretched her hand to cover the wound and lifted it up slowly, yes, it was blood, not an illusion.

Looking at the wound again, I was suddenly startled-why are these wounds so familiar? It looks like it is... the penetrating injury shot by the city guard when escaping from York City!

Could it be that...I raised my eyes to the fair-skinned man, my eyes were full of incredible.

At the same time, Silok looked away from me, looked at the white-skinned man, and said in a frivolous tone: "Turning the illusion into reality? What a great combat skill."

Although she praised her for being great, I didn't see the slightest change in her complexion from beginning to end. I just seemed to be commenting on a trivial matter that is not simple but still not surprising.

"You can see through my combat skills at a glance, you are also very good."

The fair-skinned man said calmly.

He seemed to really agree with Shilock's strength, because in the next second, he played the flute sound again, and this ethereal flute sound seemed to be specifically aimed at Shilock!

Silok didn't care, she turned her head and began to listen to the sound of the flute.

However, as she listened, her face was not so relaxed. About five minutes after touching her, her gaze gradually became dull and fell into an illusion.

"Interrupt it!" I whispered to Spitz.

The latter shook his head and refused.

I looked at Spitz in surprise, wondering: "Why?"

"I'm curious whether this flute sound can really harm the apostle."

My gaze narrowed, and I said anxiously: "Silok's mentality has been traumatized, and it is severely traumatized. If this continues, she will not be able to stand it!"

"Don't underestimate the apostle, you fellow" Spitz said with a smile: "Although their mental power cannot be compared to your tribe after awakening, they are not comparable to humans, and... ..."

He looked at Shilock and said lightly: "The reappearance of painful memories is not all bad. 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 his flute sound can really affect the apostle, I really recommend that you keep him alive."

"Why?" I wondered: "Is it a love of talent?"

"The love of talent is not necessarily, like this kind of ants that can be crushed to death, even if it has some special abilities, I don't look down on it."

Spitz smiled and said, "But I think if a guy like him is alive and can still work for you, it might help you awaken."

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

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

After a moment of silence, I slowly said, "I think the seal is powerful. After all, this is something that even the apostle can't do."

"That's not necessarily" Spitz smiled lightly: "Humans, but races that can perform miracles."

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