In the silent night, the siren of the ambulance was very clear. The lights of the cars in the distance swung away the heavy black smudged night, and the brilliance spread like water waves.
At this time, the Xie family was in chaos. In the yard, only the sound of Xie's mother crying could be heard.
Father Xie also lost his former composure, standing there at a loss, ordering the servants to clean up the road, asking people to open the door to meet the ambulance, looking for a stretcher, and disliking the servants for their clumsiness Clumsy feet... His incoherent command and occasional scolding mixed with Xie's mother's crying to form a harsh duet, which seemed so flustered and embarrassed.
At this moment, this couple, who have always claimed to be upper-class and always pay attention to elegance, are no different from the country fools and shrews they usually look down on.
Now they are just a pair of poor people who have lost their children.
In this chaos, no one noticed that there were two figures standing silently under the wall near the gate. Even if someone casts their eyes in that direction, they will glance over it, as if there is nothing, and then naturally look away.
It was two young men standing side by side. One looks less than twenty or ten, with a relaxed expression and a lazy posture. His soft forehead hair hangs down in front of his eyes, covering the slightly sharp temperament between his eyebrows and eyes. Just looking at his demeanor, he seems to be visiting Ocean Park while on holiday. middle school student; the other is twenty-seventeen or eighteen years old, with mid-length hair that almost reaches his shoulders, a very deep face, and brownish pupils, with the characteristics of a "federal western race" that makes people feel Associated? To characters like wandering painters or singers.
But these two seemingly incompatible people stood together very harmoniously at this time, silently watching all this amidst the crying and clamoring of the courtyard.
Amidst the sound of the whistle, a bunch of car lights suddenly shone from outside the gate, and a servant ran towards this side quickly, shouting as he ran, "The ambulance is here! The ambulance is here!"
Immediately there was another burst of "war and horse chaos" at the scene.
The helpless sigh of the ambulance personnel can be heard faintly from the noisy voice: "The person is out of breath, be mentally prepared? Get ready..."
Then, the sound was drowned out by Xie's mother's crying.
At the corner of the wall, the two stood quietly. They didn't relax their postures, but just watched the "farce" in front of them; while the illusionist's whole body was tense, and his attitude seemed natural, but he was paying all his attention. It all falls on the body of the original inaction, dare not be careless
—Facing this man who popped up out of nowhere, one face-to-face made him helpless, and he was almost unrecognizable against the man, no matter how careful he was, he couldn't be too careful. In particular, this is still an unpredictable person.
He didn't recognize Yuan Buwei's identity, because the "Illusionist" was not a native of the third district, but from the western part of the Federation, and he was not keen on following the news of the third district, even if he accidentally saw "Shang Han" on the Internet. "That face, what Yuan did not do at this time is also different from usual.
"You brought me to Xie's house on purpose, what else do you want to do?" The illusionist finally couldn't help but speak inexplicably. Even if he is caught by Yuan Buwei, he still insists that his script is already perfect, "A person cannot be resurrected after death, and the script that has already closed cannot be repeated."
Yuan didn't think so but shook his head and said, "It's not difficult."
The "Illusionist" sneered, just thinking? Say? You should be stubborn, but suddenly raised his hand and wiped it in front of his eyes out of thin air. He couldn't dodge, only felt two black air swish into his eyes, and his heart was full of tears. shock.
But did those two streaks of black energy come and go quickly? Before the "Illusionist" could say anything? What, his eyes returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now.
"What did you do to me..." The "Illusionist" turned his head to look at Yuan Buwei, before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Not far ahead, a soul with empty eyes was wandering blankly in the yard, sluggish and rigid, as if oblivious to everything around it.
The Mesmer could no longer control his expression.
"—What is that? Xie Huaying's ghost?"
It's not because I didn't pay attention to him.
His pitch-black pupils are staring intently at the wandering soul—this is the vision of the soul coming out of the body when a person is about to die. If the soul returns in time, there is still a glimmer of life; otherwise, after another minute or so, when the connection between the body and the soul is completely severed, the soul will disperse completely and will never be able to return to the world.
Yuan Buwei just looked at it like this? That dazed soul wandered around until she hovered beside Yuan Buwei. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it without warning, and the soul immediately floated away and was sucked into Yuan Buwei. before.
He rubbed it, then threw it towards the girl's still warm body like throwing a sandbag.
So, this dazed soul was stuffed back into his body like this—
Suddenly, the surprised voice of the medical staff sounded in the yard again: "Are you angry again?! It was probably a suspended animation just now. Hurry up, there is still a chance of rescue?!"
Yuan Buwei tilted his head and smiled at the stunned "Illusionist": "Look, I'll just say it? It's very simple."
"???" The "Illusionist" was already sluggish, and the things he encountered tonight have been constantly challenging his common sense, and his compulsion has been reduced from the behind-the-scenes boss who appeared angrily at the beginning to the current boss with 100,000 bosses. Why is the sand sculpture stupid, "Is there such a? operation????"
At this time, the yard was full of excitement again.
Xie's couple were even more overjoyed, almost jumping three feet high. Xie Mu, who was still immersed in grief before but could not recover, came to her senses after being reminded. Everyone heard her slapping her hands and shouting in surprise——
"Hey! Live! My daughter is alive!"
The ambulance had already left, the servants had dispersed, and the "Illusionist" was still standing at the base of the wall, unable to recover.
He stared blankly at the ambulance going away for a long time, until the exhaust of the car was no longer visible, and finally came back to his senses, and suddenly raised his eyes to look around.
"Resurrection from the dead? How is this possible..." "Illusionist" looked tranced, and his tone was as erratic as if he was stepping on cotton, "I would rather believe that I was not strong enough, and fell into someone else's illusion."
There seemed to be a faint light in his pupils, and he shot inch by inch towards? All around, as if he wanted to see through the true and false of the surrounding world and expose the truth of everything.
I didn't do anything and didn't stop him. Instead, I watched with interest? The "Illusionist"'s every move. Watching? This skilled awakener was first stimulated by the act of "resurrecting from the dead"? He almost collapsed , and then deceived himself and others to force himself to calm down, and then collapsed again after discovering that everything was not an illusion but reality... Really interesting? The resilience of human beings really has an upper limit beyond imagination, or in other words, the will of the awakened ones is stronger
It's no wonder that when the awakened people were allowed to play horror escape games for free in the other world, didn't everyone adapt from being unsuitable at the beginning to adapting well now
After looking around carefully, he found that everything was not an illusion. The "Illusionist" had no choice but to admit his failure, but he still tried to struggle.
The sky was smeared with layers of black ink. Looking down from above, the faint mist invisible to ordinary people continued to spread out from the center of Xie's house. Among the large swaths of mist, the figure of the illusionist who stayed in place quickly Fade, and soon only a faded outline remains.
—He actually wanted to take the opportunity to escape!
And the next moment, the outline that was about to fade suddenly stopped, and thousands of black air permeated from all directions, filling the outline with thick colors again.
—The "Illusionist" who disappeared in an unknown way just now was captured by another unbelievable way, and returned to the original place.
Countless jet-black smoke was still entwined around him, permeating the surrounding mist, constantly squeezing him.
The captured "Illusionist" raised his head helplessly and looked at another person.
In the dense fog, there was a figure standing leisurely, his pitch-black shadow distorted on the ground, and endless black smoke gushed out from it, permeating the entire dense fog, filling almost every corner.
The pitch-black smoke floating around completely eroded the domain of the "Illusionist" with an extremely arrogant attitude.
However, the original owner "Illusionist" stood still and couldn't move an inch—a large swath of black smoke wrapped around his body like dense water plants, and surrounded him like surging black sea water.
The "Illusionist" finally chose to give in.
He looked at Yuan Buwei with very complicated eyes: "You won. Since you don't kill me, it means that I'm still useful. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"... Did you give in so easily?" Yuan was not surprised by his tone, but also had a little regret, "You just turned your back on monsters like this? The guild? Will it grow?"
"I follow the leader, just because of his strength. But now, it seems that you are far better than him."
The "Illusionist" shook his head and sighed, his expression couldn't help revealing a bit of fanaticism.
"Actually, I should have expected that I would not be able to run away—resurrection from the dead? Things... shouldn't they belong to the domain of gods?"
"...you who can bring people back from the dead, what is the difference between you and a god?"
For a long time, the "Illusionist"'s loyalty to monsters, guilds, and presidents comes from the powerful strength of the presidents. He believes that no matter what troubles he encounters, they are temporary, and the powerful presidents will crush them. But now, this trouble will obviously not be solved for a long time, and the long-term power will no longer work.
—Then, don't blame him for choosing to give up the president and follow a more powerful "god".
At this time, he was unbelievably calm: "What's more, with the strength you have shown, and with my current situation, do I still have a choice?"
While speaking, the "Illusionist" glanced helplessly at the endless black smoke filling the surroundings. He had no doubt that if he hadn't opened his mouth and succumbed quickly enough, the end would be death or death. It's worse than death.
Because, a powerful awakened person will not pop out for no reason. He suspects that the young man in front of him is related to the Church of Yongning, and the Church of Yongning has a terrible reputation. ordinary people.
And that kind of end, for a man like him, is simply more terrifying than death. Loyalty to monsters? Guild? Leaders? Are nothing in comparison.
Unsatisfied? Nodded: "I have something to ask you."
Endless black smoke filled the surroundings, and the illusionist slowly raised his head.
Then, he put his hand on his chest and smiled lightly.
"… We are happy to help."