After the stealth skill is upgraded to LV3, its concealment will be greatly increased, and there will be an additional attribute - when the enemy's perception is not more than twice Duran's agility, they will not be able to detect Duran in stealth.
If Duran had level three stealth from the beginning, the ghost brothers in the conversation might not be able to detect him.
This is what stealth does.
After the ghost brothers disappeared, a black hat was placed quietly where they were, and Duran picked it up easily.
However, at this moment, Dulan suddenly heard someone chuckle next to his ear.
With the hairs all over his body standing on end, Dulan suddenly turned around and looked around, but he could only see pitch black.
He took a deep breath and sensed the creatures around him, but no matter how hard he tried to search, the laughter just now never appeared again.
"Is it my hallucination?" Duran bit his lip uncertainly. Although in such a ghost place, it is reasonable to have hallucinations. However, Duran heard many unusual smells from the laughter.
: Resentment, weirdness, sneer, murderous intention, jealousy and various other negative emotions.
Du Lan was suspicious for a long time, but the expected enemy did not appear.
He calmed down for a moment. The hat in his hand was dirty, and he threw it away for a visual inspection:
[Tramp's Hat (Special)]: This dirty hat is not as useless as it appears. Tramps usually hide some good things inside.
…
What good things can a homeless person get? Duran curled his lips, opened his hat, and took out something from inside.
That's a necklace.
The necklace itself is not luxurious. It exudes a faint light under the weak light. It is obvious that the silver-plated surface is not refined enough, and the pendant below is a bit strange. The nameplate on the pendant caught Dulan's attention, and he put the nameplate on it.
Under the candlelight in the hall, I saw these words engraved on it:
[To dear Miss Anna, your smile is as beautiful as the lisianthus flowers in your basket - Brother Schubert]
"Wait! Are these brothers going to give this necklace to the flower girl?" Duran became more and more confused. According to Veron's letter, these poor homeless brothers were just his guards.
From the tailor shop. According to Dulan's previous speculation, the brothers should have accidentally opened the attic and released the devil, which caused a series of disasters. This reasoning seemed reasonable, but a new clue emerged in front of him.
After coming out, Duran had to re-evaluate the matter.
There must be something hidden here. It seems that the homeless brother is quite fond of the flower girl. Duran put away the necklace and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The wooden ladder spiraled up, and Dulan stepped on it tiptoeing, making a slight and weird creaking sound.
"This is the corridor..." Dulan went up to the second floor. The lights in the hall downstairs looked dim and weak.
It seems that it will be necessary to get some equipment with dark vision in the future. Dulan thought silently in his heart that because the time traveled was too short, he had not had time to develop his strength calmly. In Dulan's mind, on Feinan Continent
There are several places where you can easily get equipment that increases your dark vision - there is no daylight in evil places, and these equipment will play a vital role.
The default dark vision of human beings is 5, which means that in the darkness with almost no light source, they can barely see things within five feet of themselves at most. Assassin and thief professions also have a slight increase in dark vision due to their high agility and perception.
become.
It's just that these bonuses are not obvious. They are at most better than ordinary people. Compared with those races with infrared vision, low-light vision or night vision, they will suffer a big disadvantage.
However, Dulan knew that in the later stages of the Assassin's life, he would have powerful skills such as [Listen to Position] and [Blind Fight], which would allow him to fight in the dark with hearing and other senses.
Duran groped for a lampstand, took off the candle on the lampstand, then took out the flint he carried with him, and knocked it back and forth skillfully. A flash of fire immediately appeared - he immediately put the wick over it, and the candle was lit instantly.
Using two pieces of flint to make fire is the most basic skill of Feinan's aborigines. Although Dulan himself does not know it, in the memory of the boy, he has made fire alone no less than a thousand times, so he is still very skilled in the skill.
With candle lighting, Dulan felt a little more comfortable.
The second floor was very large. Dulan carefully searched around with a candle, walking back and forth between seven or eight rooms, but found nothing strange at all.
"What's going on?" Dulan glanced at the half-burned candle in his hand, and looked at the darkness of the last bedroom with some confusion. He searched the entire second floor carefully.
He originally thought there was going to be a fierce battle, but who knew that not only did he not encounter the evil spirit, but he also couldn't even find the entrance to the attic in Beron's letter.
Duran pushed open the door of the last bedroom, which was a bathroom next to the bedroom. Like other rooms, this small room was also covered with dust and cobwebs.
"Did I miss something?" Dulan frowned slightly, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a strange sound.
He suddenly felt something bad. In an instant, a breeze blew by, and the candle in Dulan's hand flickered and was extinguished.
A low female voice came from far away, strangely making people's hearts tremble. Du Lan forced himself to calm down, quietly used stealth, and pressed his whole body tightly against the door of the bathroom.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and tried to hear clearly what the sound was - the ups and downs of the tones formed a resentful song, and the woman's resentful singing floated from the gaps in all directions:
"My head was cut off by the devil
Overturned basket blossoms in the corner
Dear lover
Cold lover
My head was cut off by the devil
Who can find her among the flowers in the basket?
red rose purple iris
Beloved lover
Indifferent lover
My head was cut off by the devil
…”
The song was ethereal and full of resentment. After Dulan listened carefully to the lyrics, he could not help but feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Is this voice the target of the mission mentioned in the evil contract - the headless girl?" Dulan was worried. He hesitated for a while and prepared to leave the bathroom and search for the source of the voice.
Who knew that as soon as he walked to the bathroom door, a crisp little girl's voice suddenly came from behind him:
"Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers, sir!"
In an instant, something seemed to explode in Dulan's mind. Rich and sticky fear immediately spread throughout his body. The air seemed to be freezing, and Dulan was so cold that he couldn't help but tremble.
My scalp is numb!
This is Duran's only feeling.
"Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers!" the clear female voice behind him continued to say quietly.
What a ghost, Dulan couldn't help but want to turn around, but the girl's voice rang out again: "Sir, please don't turn around, I'm afraid my appearance will scare you."
Dulan's movements stopped, and he had a strange feeling in his heart. So he paused, took a step forward, and was a little farther away from the cold air behind him: "Who are you?"
"I'm Anna."
"Why are you here?" As soon as he asked this question, Duran knew that he had asked a very stupid question.
Sure enough, the female voice behind her started sobbing: "Because, because I can't find my head... I'm trapped here and can't go anywhere."
Dulan's heart was pounding. Although the female voice behind him didn't seem to show any malice, he didn't dare to slack off in such a strange place. Dulan's perception was mobilized in all aspects, and he couldn't help but go to
The left front moved a little, and he vaguely remembered that there was a huge mirror erected there.
"Miss, can I light a candle?" Dulan asked tentatively, taking another step to the left. By this time, he should have been facing the mirror.
"Okay." The girl stopped sobbing, and her voice suddenly became stiff.
Du Lan did not dare to neglect, he immediately took out the flint and lit the candle on hand.
"Puff!" The fire suddenly flashed, and Dulan stared into the mirror -
Behind the skinny boy, a solitary shadow floated with its feet off the ground. The naked feet were white and smooth. Going up from the beautiful ankles was a white pleated skirt - and then the girl's slender waist, violet.
The belt is wrapped just right, with a cute and moving bow on the right side.
"More up!"
Dulan took a deep breath and raised his eyes sharply——
In an instant, depressed emotions filled his mind. In the mirror, the girl wearing a white pleated skirt could only see a little bit below her chest, and the upper part was blocked due to the height of the mirror.
"Pretend to be a ghost, pretend to be a ghost..."
Dulan felt that he was going crazy. There were endless evil things happening in the evil place. This was hundreds of times scarier than visiting a haunted house. In fact, he doubted that he could survive until now without a nervous breakdown. It was probably because of the will of the original owner.
Steadfast blessing.
If a modern person was directly thrown into such a place, he would probably have a mental breakdown and behave abnormally. Although Dulan is scared now, he still has the ability to think, which is already a very rare thing.
The advantage of having a high willpower is that it prevents Duran from being overwhelmed by fear. However, no matter how high the willpower is, he cannot tell Duran how to deal with the situation in front of him. The female voice behind him rewinds the tape repeatedly like a repeater: "Sir, buy it."
Bouquets of flowers, sir?"
Could it be that Dulan wanted to reply, "Sorry, Uncle Dulan didn't bring any change today" or "No, I'll buy it if it's discounted."
"I don't believe it. Could it scare me to death just by looking at it?"
Duran took a deep breath, put the candle on the desk aside, then took out the inferior holy water and held it in the palm of his left hand. The right hand was naturally an oak thorn. Being prepared for all this, he turned around suddenly!
(Please give me a recommendation for a new book~very important)
