The scarlet red light is intertwined in the crimson bright moon, deeper than blood and thicker than moonlight.
Weinerson almost lost his sense of tension, but fortunately he had had similar experiences. After seeing the old royal court above the gray-white sea water, this level of alienation could not have much impact. He quickly calmed down and relaxed himself in a semi-meditative state.
call……
Fortunately, I became a priest this morning after being exposed to the extraordinary. Fortunately, I had seen weirder things in advance and had a certain amount of psychological endurance and self-suggestion.
If a normal person faced this kind of monster, he would probably fall into madness just by taking a look at it.
While Weinerson was wary of the "things" outside the window, he usually organized his emergency strategy.
I had just been promoted to Sequence Path 9 Psychic Master not long ago, and I didn’t have a special understanding of the extraordinary abilities given by the Blasphemous Cards. I just listened to Grot’s explanation and my own insights when I was promoted.
Psychiatrist, extraordinary ability manifested by excellent mental state.
The spirit can not only detect and image, but can also use telekinesis and influence. These all represent certain extraordinary means.
From this point of view, there should be two methods of mastering in different directions.
The first is to infinitely amplify the blasphemy card based on its name and characteristics, and the second is to infinitely extend it based on the extraordinary characteristics of the blasphemy card.
The former is similar to a performance, interpreting the power of the profane cards to the extreme and maximizing the use of mental power.
The latter is creation, based on the characteristics of extraordinary power, which is more inclined to develop spiritual power as the cornerstone.
Acting or developing?
And just as Weinerson was making his choice, the bandaged monster lying outside the window began to change.
The layers of gray and white bandages suddenly rippled, disintegrating and melting bit by bit, seeping through the cracks in the window. This formed an absurd and strange contrast with the still things around him.
"Is this his extraordinary ability?"
Weinerson thought about this problem subconsciously, turning people into water, and then seeping through the gaps. This was the first time he had seen this strange and extraordinary ability, and he had no relevant knowledge reserves in his mind.
We can't waste any more time, this guy is obviously not a good person.
As his thoughts flickered, two thoughts kept colliding in Weinerson's mind. It was not until the monster with bandages all over his body penetrated completely that he made a clear decision in his heart.
When faced with danger, he is not the kind of person who is reckless, but has long expected to encounter a similar scenario. The worst plan is to have the ability to escape, protect yourself first, and never receive a box lunch.
The first type of extraordinary ability played is obviously not capable of self-protection. It amplifies mental power and can only perform perception and interference to a certain extent, which cannot form an effective means of attack.
God Killer Cybertron once said that attack is the most effective defense, at least this way there is a chance to survive.
Almost instantly, Weinerson chose the second 'development' plan, attaching his spirituality to his spiritual power and releasing it bit by bit. This was the strange feeling he realized when he touched the blasphemy card, it was like It was like a big spider's web, covering the entire room.
"Wow..."
On the desk next to the wooden window, a white-covered novel stood upright and suddenly moved, as if something touched it.
The bandaged monster squatting by the window was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he was also startled by the sudden sound.
There seemed to be deep white flames burning in his scarlet eyes, staring at Weinerson on the wooden bed like a poisonous snake.
After about three seconds, after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he put down his bandaged feet, climbed down from the window little by little, and crawled towards the bed.
What a risk, he was almost discovered just now.
Weinerson concentrated again and vaguely grasped something just now. His mental power seemed to be able to be developed in a fun direction, such as control!
As his thoughts were spinning, Weinerson had already covered the edge of a wooden window with his mental power. This was also the limit distance that he could release at present, about 3 meters.
It was at this distance that he successfully controlled the white quill inserted in the blue glass ink bottle on the desk.
"Why......"
A sigh that seemed to come from hell. This was the tone that Weinerson imitated using his mental power. It was ancient and ethereal.
Hearing the sigh, the bandaged monster suddenly froze, as if he sensed something.
Then, he heard a chuckle coming from directly in front of him, on the wooden bed:
"Good evening, Mr. Bandage."
Hearing the sound, his bandaged hands were suddenly clasped, and his body was instantly transformed into a water flow state. At this time, Weinerson was sitting on the bed unknowingly. He crossed his hands and put them on his chin, and said in a leisurely and natural tone:
"Mr. Bandage, I can call you this. Frankly speaking, I have been thinking about something since just now. Are you trying to do something bad when you come to visit a stranger you have never met so late? Bar?"
Mr. Bandage didn't answer the question, and his scarlet gaze made a gurgling sound from the pool of liquid, a bit like it was filled with swamp mire bubbles.
Suddenly, Weinerson's spiritual intuition suddenly tightened, and an unreasonable tremor spread from the bottom of his heart.
what's the situation?
His heart began to beat inexplicably, and cold sweat unknowingly covered his entire back. He shook his trembling palms affected by his emotions, and tried his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
This unwarranted emotion, panic, is his second extraordinary power!
Weinerson's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't know which sequence path the bandaged man who sneaked into his room belonged to, but judging from the fact that he could release the extraordinary in silence, he had at least reached the level of Sequence 2. .
I have just touched the extraordinary. If there is a head-on conflict, there is a high probability that I will be killed on the spot.
The reason why he hasn't taken action yet is because he can't see through my sequence path and level. He is really a cautious opponent.
The crimson moonlight fell scatteredly from the window. Weinerson sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the puddle of bubbling liquid flowing on the floor directly in front of him.
On the contrary, two eyeballs without flesh and fascia also stood up in this pool of liquid, responding to the other party's eyes.
The fear is getting bigger and bigger, I have to do something, otherwise I will scare myself to death.
After thinking for a moment, Weinerson suddenly thought of his previous performance in the mysterious royal court.
Officer Joseph asked me to find a way to force him to leave the room. Maybe I could repeat my old trick and act as a high-sequence strongman, use strange means to frighten him, and take the opportunity to force him to escape, thereby creating opportunities for Officer Joseph.
Although the mental power can only barely control the quill on the table, there is no other effective way. Now I can only take a gamble.
Weinerson suddenly chuckled. He raised his chin that rested on his hands, pointed at the door, and said softly and gently:
"Mr. Bandage, as a gentleman, shouldn't the most basic courtesy be to be honest with each other? Sneaking is not a good habit. If you meet someone with a bad temper, I think you should have encountered some kind of bad disaster by now... …”
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver-tipped feathered quill on the desk floated silently, its sharp tip facing the pool of liquid on the floor.
Buzz!
A sound similar to the chirping of insects spread from the air, and the quill seemed to be driven by some unknown force and began to rotate at high speed, faster and faster.
The first time I saw the high-speed rotating quill, the pool of liquid made a gurgling sound, as if a storm from the soul suddenly blew up.
