"Bo Yi, I won't let your death be in vain." The centaur leader Bo Ma said with an angry expression.
The deceased was the leader's biological son and the next heir. If nothing unexpected happens, Centaur Boyi will be the most outstanding young man in the Centaur clan. He will inherit the throne and carry forward the glory of the Centaur clan in the future.
However, all this came to nothing, and the white-haired man gave away the black-haired man.
The leader had tears in his eyes and was angry at his head, but his rationality remained intact.
The first time he saw his son's death, he felt an indescribable foreboding of terror, which was a warning not to be easily peeked into.
However, he won't give in to this feeling.
Ordinary people would just avoid unknown terrifying warnings, but a member of his body organization knew a lot of secrets and could enhance his mental resistance through special items. At this time, another wave of synaesthesia would not Will die.
The sect organization connects multiple small worlds and multiple mysterious areas, and collects special items of all sizes. Naturally, the leader himself also has corresponding mental resistance items in his small inventory. He is not afraid anyway.
"Let me see who killed you." The leader murmured to himself, took out a string of bone chains from his storage items and put them on his neck, and then took out two bracelets, one on each hand. .
Then he took out a strange fruit, which looked like a human, but the main torso was a strange face.
This is a purely human face, but an unknown race.
The leader Bo Ma only ate a small piece of ginseng, which was equivalent to eating one-fifth of the ginseng.
While eating the ginseng, the closed eyes of the ginseng also opened, and she let out a scream that reached her ears.
The people behind covered their ears, but they couldn't stop the demonic sound from penetrating their ears.
"Back off," the leader said calmly.
"yes!"
Everyone retreated and stayed far away.
At this time, the leader looked at his son's dead body, pressed a finger on the forehead of the corpse, closed his eyes, silently amplified his senses, and absorbed the breath emanating from the deceased.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds passed.
The synesthesia lasted longer and longer, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and his body was covered in sweat.
"Can't find it?" He frowned deeply.
"No, it's not that I can't find it. I can sense the death scene at that time, such as using dreams to reconstruct the cause of death at that time."
His right hand pressed the forehead of the corpse, and his own spirituality subconsciously guided the inspiration of dream synaesthesia.
However, the leader is not the best person for dream synaesthesia.
He had only a superficial understanding of this technique and had to hire another expert.
The leader, Bo Ma, turned back to his territory to report the situation to his people.
"We need a master of dream synesthesia." He paused and said, "Dazhang, please."
The centaur named Dazhang came out, wearing an ancient raincoat, bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully: "I obey, leader!"
Da Zhang came to the corpse with a series of dream synaesthesia tools. He took a closer look and immediately felt the nightmare feeling emanating from the deceased.
He must have experienced a horrific nightmare and then died suddenly.
Da Zhang analyzed in his mind and told the leader what was on his mind.
"Hmm, can we know the specific cause of death? Or, through dream synaesthesia, we can watch the dream and trace the murderer." The leader asked anxiously.
Zhang Zhang placed eight candles around the corpse and cast strange spices. Then he looked at the surrounding woods and hung bone wind chimes on each branch.
"The wind chime is a soul-calling bell. The sound of the bell cannot summon the soul, but it can deepen the connection between me and him through the corpse." Da Zhang explained while calculating the points.
There is a lot of knowledge involved in the location of each wind chime. Dream synaesthesia is not just about getting started with the ritual materials.
The leader stood aside with half understanding.
When the scene was set up, the sound of wind chimes tinkled loudly in the forest, triggering the leader's memories.
The flame of the candle glowed bright yellow, but as the sound of the wind chimes became louder and louder, and the horrible death emanating from the deceased, the scene was no longer so bright.
At some point, the light at the scene dropped a few notches.
The flame on the candle flickered and turned into a deep blue, giving it a sense of soul-like transparency.
On the field, the centaur's wide-open head looked like the old man fishing, his head slightly lowered, his eyelids closed, as if sleeping.
The leader stood at the outermost edge of the ceremony and did not step into the land of wind chimes.
No one dared to make a sound. Dream synaesthesia requires a strict environment. Everyone stood far away and could not clearly see the faces inside.
After waiting for a quarter of an hour.
Da Zhang walked out of the woods with a haggard look on his face.
"How is it?" the centaur leader asked anxiously.
"It's the power of a curse. Someone placed a vicious curse on Boyi. He accidentally triggered the curse and fell into an endless cycle of nightmares. The person who cast the curse was very powerful. This is the most terrifying dream I have ever seen, but he The traces left are so deep that I can sense the murderer's face." Da Zhang said after taking a breath.
"Who is the murderer?" the leader asked anxiously.
"Not yet. I don't have enough mental energy now and need to rest." Da Zhang shook his head. Just performing dream synesthesia on the deceased cost him a lot of brain cells.
Besides, the dead body was not the freshest one, it had been dead for at least a few hours!
In this case, with every minute that passes, the freshness decreases a little, and the difficulty of synaesthesia increases accordingly.
It's not much, but it adds up. After two or three days, it will be extremely difficult to have synaesthesia again.
Da Zhang knew that he would miss the best window period for synaesthesia after resting, but his mental strength was really not enough. Even if the reincarnation-like nightmare dream was not aimed at him, it still made him peeping into the dream. The patient felt mentally exhausted and was almost fooled by the dream and could not get out.
"Didn't you use the mental resistance items I gave you before?" the leader said unexpectedly.
He himself knows that dream synesthesia is dangerous. If he encounters some dangerous dreams, he may fall into them.
The leader gave him some items to strengthen his mental resistance. It was all because of his haggard appearance. I had never seen him so tired before.
"I have mental tonics here. You can take some to replenish your body."
"Thank you. I'll take a nap. Wake me up in four hours." Dazhang was not polite. Seeing the color of the fruit, he intuitively thought it was a great tonic.
However, no matter how much you make up for it, you must use self-sleep to allow your soul to rest normally. Otherwise, if you continue to live, you will only lose your own foundation, and the gain will not be worth the loss.
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The other side.
Ke Meng once again took off his scholar's black robe and embarked on a journey of exploration.
Ke Meng was quite curious about the world behind the door.
Last time, the Sect Organization set up a trap to take in Kemeng. This time Kemeng launched a blitzkrieg and explored another path before they could react.
This time it is probably a failure, but people always have to try, what if someone relaxes?
