So at this time, when Ling Fei observed him, although he looked very embarrassed, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and blood stains on the wound on his broken arm, he was obviously very awake, because his expression was not fake, Ling Fei's
His eyes flickered, but he finally said nothing and turned his gaze to Kuska again.
Kuska was in a very calm mood at this time, perhaps because he had already experienced it once in the fog, so he always maintained this steady breathing and tried his best to control his mind, so until now, he still maintains
When he was awake, his mind was repeating the family's cultivation methods over and over again. At this moment, it was obvious that if you didn't concentrate on one thing, you would be most likely to have random thoughts.
Looking at Kuska's stern expression, Lingfei nodded, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. Although it was just a deal between him and Moni, he was very satisfied with the two new guards he suggested for Moni.
He is still very satisfied with the captain. Buer is calm and stable, has a strong view of the overall situation, and most importantly, he can boost morale at critical moments, while Kuska has high understanding, prestige, and a firm desire to fight.
As long as they are well cultivated, they will definitely become the mainstay of the Kunil family in the future. Of course, this is Ling Fei's judgment of their current characters. As for what will happen in the future, he does not dare to guarantee that, after all, people's hearts will change.
Thirty minutes passed, and everyone began to react. Even the faces of the unconscious and injured patients had different expressions.
Ling Fei looked at Kuska's somewhat sad expression and knew that he was beginning to react, but he didn't understand how the unconscious wounded could be confused. If they were unconscious, so their minds were defenseless, and they were
It’s not surprising that people are confused, but why do their attacks take longer than some sober people?
Inadvertently, Ling Fei turned his eyes to Snell again, and saw that his eyes were a little red, and he gritted his teeth tightly. The despair on his face turned into resentment, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although he looked
It seemed as if he had fallen into madness, but through his still alert eyes, Ling Fei could still see that his mind was still clear.
Something strange... This was Ling Fei's first reaction. Soon, he seemed to realize something. His face turned ugly. He jumped lightly and jumped to Snell's side. He lightly touched Snell's forehead.
Press lightly, the moment this seemingly weak piece touched Snell's forehead, Snell suddenly fell down and passed out like a popped balloon.
"Huh, luckily I found it early, otherwise I would have been in trouble." Ling Fei's forehead had fine beads of sweat. He glanced at Snell who was unconscious, sighed, and said nothing.
A full hour passed, and it was less than two hours before dawn. Ling Fei also became very busy. From time to time, he would suddenly sway and fly to a certain guard, just like Snell, and place a kiss on his forehead.
After a while, the guard will become helpless and fall down.
Looking up, half of the people were already spread out on the ground, but more than half of them were still sitting there with their faces changing, stubbornly insisting on sitting cross-legged.
Ling Fei nodded with satisfaction and continued to pay attention to their changes.
As time went by, while Ling Fei observed the changes of these guards, he gradually understood some characteristics of this fog. First of all, its function. First of all, the function of these fogs is actually to cause hallucinations, but as to whether it is a good thing or a bad thing,
It all depends on personal mood and cannot be controlled.
Secondly, the onset principle of these fogs is that they start to work after people inhale them into the body while breathing. From this, it can be seen that most of the people who started to have attacks were nervous and breathed too frequently, leading to inhalation.
People with a large amount of mist will react first, while those with a better mentality and stable breathing will have a slower onset.
In addition, Ling Fei also discovered a strange phenomenon. People who were also nervous and had shortness of breath had different reaction times. After Ling Fei's analysis, he believed that this might be related to body temperature. This idea first came from Sneijian.
That's what Er guessed, because when his palm touched Snell's forehead, he could feel the guy's body getting hot.
After that, he paid special attention to this point when observing other guards' attacks, and it was gradually confirmed.
Although he guessed the truth, Ling Fei did not show a relaxed expression, but became serious, because breathing is an indispensable normal behavior for everyone, and even the Venerable cannot make an exception. Saying this, as long as he is in the fog
The longer he stays, the more likely he will be unable to withstand this all-pervasive attack, so he himself may...
Subconsciously, Ling Fei suddenly wanted to know what kind of dream he would have if he was lost? He even had some expectations in his heart.
Time passed slowly like this, and more and more people fell down. Most of these people were on the verge of going crazy, and were knocked down by Ling Fei just right. Going crazy was Ling Fei's own definition. In fact, there were some differences between them.
, some people were dancing excitedly, some were beating their chests and feet in anger, and a few even showed cold murderous intent.
But in Ling Fei's eyes, these behaviors are all signs of madness, because they can no longer control themselves and stand up and want to act crazy. You must know that they are surrounded by people, and this kind of behavior is not allowed.
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Hiss...
Suddenly Ling Fei heard a few slight hissing sounds from far away, and he couldn't help but frowned. The whole night, the human-faced spider didn't touch the taboo line. Why could he feel their touch at dawn?
Ready to make a move? This made Ling Fei a little puzzled, but soon, Ling Fei realized that the bonfire had been extinguished at some point.
"It seems that they can't hold it any longer, and I just don't have to be a nanny anymore."
Ling Fei licked his cold lips and whispered to himself.
He casually pulled out his own black iron giant sword that had become somewhat blunted, and Ling Fei's face showed a rare hint of fanaticism.
Then soon, Ling Fei's smile froze on his face, because he heard a vague voice from the depths of the mist. He hadn't heard it for many years, but it was like it was still in his ears yesterday.
