It was obviously a conversation between two people, but Yaro had a strange feeling of asking and answering himself.
"What a ridiculous dream!" Yaro murmured to himself with a smile on his lips.
After the absurd dream ended, he felt that his mental energy was a little more active.
The sequelae left by the previous magic spells disappeared with this absurd dream.
At the same time, he also understood what the 'Thirty-eight Knights of Yanyun' were.
Those were the messy thoughts that he had disappeared from before!
Of course, this is not comprehensive.
Just like the 'big bull' carrying the flag, he guided Yaro away from the Crocodile Valley several times and cut off the hope of turning back. This shows that there is still the influence of alien forces.
But after the test just now, Yaro can confirm that the influence of the alien power is not great.
At least, after Yaro discovered the problem, when he concentrated on controlling his thinking, 'Daniu''s words were completely within his expectations.
It's not control, it's just guidance, because Yaro can't control the 'big bull's body' either.
The specific function is similar to propositional composition, which is also the basis of how most people’s brains operate.
When most people express a certain meaning, most of them just think of the core point of view, at most divide it into a few branches, and then express these points of view through language.
Instead of thinking through every word clearly in your mind and then describing them one by one.
This situation is unrealistic. After all, not many people can write exactly the same essay repeatedly.
"Is there someone who can read my brain's memories this way?"
Yaro looked up at the bright sky and then rejected the idea.
"No! It's more like the induced information was transmitted directly to my brain, affecting my subconscious."
So, what is the transmission channel of this power?
How to get out of trouble?
Yaro wanted to take a deep breath, but his neck muscles had an inexplicable stress reaction, causing him to cough several times in a row.
When his breath calmed down, Yaro touched his face doubtfully.
"This is...oh, by the way, I still have a towel on my face!"
Following Yaro's understanding, he immediately clearly felt the presence of the hijab.
At the same time, he inexplicably found that his face was sticky, and the towel was a little heavy, as if it was soaked.
This made Yaro's breathing difficult, and traces of viscous liquid were constantly being sucked into his nose.
"Is it an illusion?"
Yaro stretched out his hand and pinched the face towel. After it was stained with some liquid, he rubbed it gently.
But I didn’t expect that my two fingers would slide so easily!
With Yaro's control over his body, there was no way he could misestimate the power he used!
Then, there is only one thing that can make your fingers slide away with such a little force - blood!
Moreover, it is very likely to be human blood!
As this knowledge was confirmed, countless blood stains on the body immediately emerged.
Just one glance made Yaro's pupils shrink sharply.
"The spray-like blood stains, the barbarian under the tree is a real person!"
Yaro was actually not surprised that the barbarian general was a real person.
After all, this can be seen from the experience value given by the system.
The key is the counterpoint thing.
Yaro frowned and looked at the large number of white-clothed barbarians still surrounding him.
"These barbarian soldiers around are not real people? Then what are they?"
In particular, you can still get experience points by killing these white-clothed barbarians. They are probably not pure illusions!
When Yaro discovered this, the figures of the white-clothed barbarians around him also blurred.
Yaro stared intently.
But those barbarian soldiers were only blurred for a moment, and when they were blurred to the point of human figures, they suddenly became clear again.
"Well, can't kill him with looks...them."
Although there was no direct contact with the danger, 'they' had no intention of continuing to attack as they stayed in the tree, so Yaro didn't bother to care about 'them' and concentrated on his own affairs.
"Needless to say, if the face towel is wet like this, the medicine sprayed on it will definitely be ineffective. It doesn't matter whether you wear a face towel or not."
With this in mind, Yaro took off his face towel, wiped the blood from his nose, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"Hiss...comfortable."
Looking back at the towel in his hand, Yaro pressed his palm hard, and thick blood flowed out along with large and small bubbles.
"Tsk tsk! There's so much blood. I'm afraid I won't be able to see anyone in my current state."
Thinking of this, he didn't know whether it was due to psychological reasons or whether the influence of the illusion had weakened again. Yaro suddenly found that his whole body was uncomfortably sticky.
Before Yaro could solve the problem, he coughed again.
After a few buts, my brain felt dizzy, and then the familiar yet unfamiliar language sounded again.
"General, we meet again."
Yaluo looked up, and sure enough he saw the familiar tooth flag and the horseless "Yanyun Thirty-Eight Cavalry" again.
The 'Big Bull' carrying the flag seemed to have heard what Yaluo was thinking, and said dissatisfiedly: "General, we are the 'Thirty-Seven Cavalry'. Only with you, we are the 'Thirty-eight Cavalry of Yanyun', so you You can’t say that about yourself!”
"...Okay, sooner or later my fighting spirit will turn into a horse!"
Yaro casually complained, and then asked: "Can you tell me why you came out again?"
Yaro wanted to see if the 'Thirty-Seven Riders', which was separated from his subconscious, could find the problem.
"General, could it be caused by these barbarians?" the soldier on the side reminded.
Yaro couldn't help but frown: "Them?"
He couldn't tell whether this was his own subconscious judgment or a meaning guided by alien energy.
After all, the 'Thirty-seven Cavalry' had induced themselves to rush into the group of barbarians before.
“Cough cough cough—!”
There was another violent cough, which made Yaro almost lose his breath!
At the same time, the dizziness became more intense!
The surrounding barbarian soldiers were ready to move, and the 'Thirty-Seven Cavalry' immediately raised their Mo Dao and confronted the surrounding barbarian soldiers vigilantly.
Although I don't know if it is useful, it has brought some psychological comfort to Yaro.
The big man carrying the flag beside him suddenly exclaimed: "Breathe! It definitely has something to do with breathing! General, you haven't had a cough before, it's all symptoms that appeared after taking off the mask!"
Yaro held his breath subconsciously, his thoughts were flowing, and he immediately agreed with Daniel's opinion.
That’s right!
It was true that he started coughing after taking off his mask, and not long after he started coughing, Daniel and the others reappeared!
Not daring to delay, Yaro turned his hand and took out a new piece of cloth from the space ring, and quickly tied it to his face.
"Medicine! There is also an antidote!" Daniel quickly reminded, no different from a subordinate who cared about his superior.
Yaro followed suit and immediately took out the 'low-level swamp antidote', swallowed half of it and poured the other half directly onto the face towel.
(End of chapter)
