Snowy mountains.
Nanfeng stuffed the Desert Eagle into his mouth, closed his eyes and shot himself.
boom!
"Huh...huh..."
"So exciting..."
Nanfeng returned to the cabin in an instant, his thoughts still lingering on the moment when he drank a bullet and committed suicide.
So this is what suicide feels like...
Immediately, Nanfeng discovered another unreasonable place.
"My grenades can't blow me up, so why can the Desert Eagle hit me?"
"It's so unreasonable. What if the gun is taken away?"
Shaking his head, Nanfeng walked out of the cabin.
[The battle for territory] started at 12 noon sharp. After more than 5 hours of fighting, it is now past 5 pm. jújíá?y.??m
More and more brothers in the camp came out of the cabin.
The originally peaceful camp soon became lively.
Su Zeran stood in the center of the camp, with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone with an indifferent expression.
Is there... something in his hand?
Nanfeng tensed up and his right index finger was already on the Desert Eagle's trigger.
Others also stared at Su Zeran's hand with caution.
Su Yihan saw that everyone looked at her brother with something wrong, so she walked forward quickly: "Brother, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Su Zeran had a calm smile on his face and reached out his hand to touch Su Yihan's head.
"You messed up my hair." Su Yihan rolled his eyes at Su Zeran.
Huh...he has nothing in his hand.
Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little too nervous just now.
The atmosphere in the camp was a little weird.
There seemed to be a slight sense of alienation among everyone.
Because no one is sure whether the person standing next to him is still in a hypnotic state.
Nanfeng discovered this phenomenon keenly, with a solemn expression.
"I have to say that Sikong's learned hypnosis is really scary. He has created a gap between us."
Xiao Luo nodded: "Yes, I'm really scared now. Someone suddenly took out a pocket watch in front of me."
Nanfeng: "That's not okay. We are all grasshoppers on the same rope. If we don't trust each other, wouldn't we be doomed?"
Youran came over and looked at Nanfeng with a smile: "I will always believe in Brother Nanfeng!"
Nanfeng laughed: "Really or not? Then let me search you to see if you have a pocket watch?"
Youran gasped in disgust: "Bah, shameless."
Su Zeran came over and said: "Without trust between brothers, big problems will definitely occur. This cannot continue."
Nan Feng hummed: "What do you think?"
Su Zeran: "Let's all go out and upgrade together, fight side by side, and eliminate the sense of estrangement between each other."
Nanfeng thought about it for a while and felt that this was a good idea.
On the side, Wu Chenan said: "Well, I think it's better for everyone not to gather together, okay?"
"If the situation just happened again, wouldn't we be wiped out by the group? We can't be resurrected if we die now."
"Oh, Su Zeran, I didn't mean anything against you, I was afraid that other brothers would also be hypnotized."
Su Zeran frowned slightly.
Many people have begun to distrust Su Zeran.
Nanfeng said: "Okay, let's do this for today. Everyone is free to move around, upgrade those who need to upgrade, and rest if they need to rest."
After saying that, Nanfeng sent another message to the [Handsome Guys Group].
Nan Feng: "Everyone, handsome guys, come to my house for a meeting."
You Ran: "Don't the beauties need to go?"
Nanfeng: "All you handsome guys and beauties, come to my house for a meeting."
In Nanfeng's cabin, 14 people from the [Handsome Guys Group] gathered together, leaving Shen Pian still in the small world of [Territorial War] and not coming back.
Nanfeng: "Everyone has seen the current situation. Do you have any thoughts?"
Xiao Luo: "If we talk about the ability to sow discord, I would call Sikong Boxue the strongest! Could you please extend your hands and let me check if you have pocket watches in your hands?"
Youran: "Why do you want us to stretch out our hands? Do you have any purpose?"
Xiao Luo: "?? What purpose can I have?"
Youran: "Maybe you can hypnotize us as soon as we reach out!"
Xiao Luo: "..."
Sure enough, the trust between everyone is crumbling, and anything can arouse others' suspicion.
Su Zeran: "Now I have to find a way to prove that I have not been hypnotized."
Nanfeng: "How to prove it? It's hard to prove. At that time on the snowy mountain, before you took out your pocket watch, did you know that you were still in a hypnotic state?"
Su Zeran shook his head and remained silent.
The most terrifying thing about Sikong's erudite hypnosis is that the person being hypnotized doesn't even know he is being hypnotized.
Xu Ming scratched his head: "Is that Sikong Erxue really so awesome? I feel like you are a little too cautious?"
Huang Yuanming: "Yes, you are all back, how can he still hypnotize you from a distance? I don't believe it."
Xu Ming and Huang Yuanming returned to the war zone very early and did not experience the fear of being controlled by hypnosis. It was normal not to understand.
"Sikong's knowledgeable hypnosis skills are really powerful." Su Zeran said slowly, "Some of us may still be in a hypnotic state, but he may not even know that he is hypnotized."
"For example, we are now playing Werewolf. We don't know who the wolf is in the camp. Even the wolf himself doesn't know he is a wolf."
"But once a certain condition is triggered, for example, at night, the psychological suggestion left by Sikong Boxue in the werewolf's heart will be triggered, and the werewolf will start killing."
Youran: "We need a prophet now to help us find the hypnotized person!"
Nanfeng: "That's good, but how can I become a prophet?"
Everyone had a heated discussion for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any good solution.
At this moment, a cry for help suddenly rang out in the camp!
Everyone frowned and rushed out of the cabin.
In the camp, a man was holding a machete and slashing at another chosen one with red eyes.
Xiao Luo and Huang Yuanming hurriedly stepped forward and pulled it away.
"Are you crazy! Why are you killing people?"
The man with red eyes was named Xuan Yongchang. His expression was a little panicked: "He, he is Sikong Boxue! Kill him quickly! Otherwise, everyone will be hypnotized!"
The name of the person who was hacked was Lu Wenhua. At this time, everyone else was confused: "You are blind! I was discussing with you two days ago how to make magnets, and now you call me Sikong Boxue?"
Nanfeng and Su Zeran looked at each other and guessed that Xuan Yongchang was one of the hypnotized people.
Xiao Luo slapped his two big cock pockets, making Xuan Yongchang's face turn red.
Xiao Luo: "Brother, wake up and see who is in front of you?"
Xuan Yongchang glanced at Lu Wenhua in a daze, with a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes: "It's strange... I didn't see you look like this just now."
Fortunately, there were no casualties. Everyone ate for a while and then returned to their cabins.
After such a farce, the estrangement between people in [Nancun] became even more serious.
Who can be trusted?
Nanfeng looked around and found that he couldn't believe anyone.
…………
[Battle for Territory] In a small world.
Sikong Boxue rested on the beauty's lap and looked at the clouds in the sky in a comfortable mood.
He is not dead.
The person Nanfeng killed with one shot was not Sikong Boxue at all, but Sang Chu, a very ordinary chosen one in District 2.
Sang Chu had long been deeply hypnotized by Sikong Boxue.
He hypnotized Su Zeran through Sang Chu, and then tried to hypnotize everyone in [Nancun] through Su Zeran.
He didn't even take action himself.
"Master, didn't you say you wanted to take Nanfeng as your subordinate? Why did you let him go?" A clear and sweet voice came from beside Sikong Boxue. This was the twin sister Li Miaomiao.
Sikong Boxue reached out and touched Li Miaomiao's face: "Who said I let him go?"
"The entire Chosen Ones in Area 527 have been planted with psychological cues by me, and they will fall deeper and deeper into the trap."
"Next time we meet, I can easily hypnotize him."
Sikong Boxue rubbed his sister Li Manman's thigh and continued: "It's almost time, we should go back..."
"By the way, where's my pocket watch?"
"Come with a few people and go to the snowy mountains to find my pocket watch."
Behind him, ten chosen ones immediately rushed toward the snow-capped mountains.
They still don't know how much work the task of finding a pocket watch will be...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
