Xia Hou Aotian said thoughtfully: "Girl, don't be surprised, I'm just joking. It's hard to have someone to accompany you in the wild mountains and mountains here, so my words are a bit frivolous. I hope the girl won't be offended."
He used a wet dead branch to stir up the charcoal fire to get sparks, and said: "Come over quickly to warm the fire, don't get cold."
The beautiful woman calmed down a little, thanked her politely, and sat down by the charcoal fire!
It was raining heavily, and there were layers of dark clouds, and the sky was dim, like a woman shivering in the night for a while, her face gradually turning red.
Xiahou Aotian glanced at the basket, which contained some very common herbs, some for treating wounds caused by injuries from injuries, some for treating wind and cold, and some for resolving phlegm and moisturizing the lungs.
The S-level dungeon contains only ordinary herbs, but there are no natural treasures! Xiahou Aotian muttered in his heart with disappointment.
"The girl is a medicine farmer from a nearby village?" Xiahou Aotian took the initiative to start a conversation: "In the barren mountains and wild mountains, there are no bandits but also wild beasts. How can you, a female, be allowed to go into the mountains to collect medicine?"
The woman sighed, "My father broke his leg when he went to the mountains to collect herbs a few days ago. Yao's family still has two younger brothers and sisters to support, so I had no choice but to go to the mountains to collect herbs in exchange for some money."
Xiahou Aotian asked again: "Do you have any rich relatives in your family?"
The woman shook her head.
Xiahou Aotian said "Oh", pondered for a few seconds and then pointed behind him, "Look there!"
The woman subconsciously looked back, and Xiahou Aotian took the opportunity to raise the crossbow, aimed at the woman's chest, and pulled the trigger.
There was a clang of the bow string, and the crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the woman's chest. The blood quickly spread and dyed her clothes red.
The young woman turned her head and looked at Xia Hou Aotian in disbelief. She immediately fell over and died with her eyes wide open.
Xiahou Aotian took out the medicinal materials from the woman's basket and put them into his own basket so that he could exchange them for some money when he got into Chang'an.
His logic for killing women is very simple. This place is not far from Chang'an, only a day's journey away. Since entering Chang'an is a side mission, there must be dangers along the way.
During a day's journey, all NPCs encountered may be enemies with ulterior motives.
Shooting a woman is equivalent to nipping the danger in the cradle. If you kill the wrong one, it will be a dungeon NPC anyway, and it will be refreshed next time.
The only thing that needed to be confirmed was that killing the girl would not automatically trigger a crisis, so he just asked the girl if she had any wealthy relatives, and got a negative answer.
As steady as an old dog↓
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, a "dong-dong" sound, sudden and strange in the silent rain curtain.
Immediately, a woman's soft voice came from outside the door: "Sir, my family is a nearby herb farmer. I went into the mountains to collect herbs. It rained suddenly and I wanted to go to the temple to take shelter."
A woman's soft voice came from outside the door.
The voice outside the door was exactly the same as the girl he hunted just now, and even the lines were the same.
Xiahou Aotian's face slowly froze, and he suddenly looked at the girl whom Sha shot and killed. His pupils immediately shrank, and the girl's body disappeared.
At this time, the woman inside and outside the door said: "Is there anyone there? The slave family is coming in."
Xiahou Aotian felt a chill in his heart. He stared at the palace door and tightened his grip on the crossbow.
His prediction was correct, women would be a danger on his way to Chang'an, but what he didn't expect was that the girl who had been shot and killed actually came back.
"Dong dong, dong dong." The knocking on the door continued, and the woman outside the door asked again: "Sir, are you in there? The slave family is coming in."
Seeing that Xia Hou Aotian in the hall still didn't respond, the woman Li Li outside the door seemed to be anxious, her tone became urgent and a bit sad, "Open the door, why don't you open the door? I know you are inside, you haven't left yet, you
If you don’t open the door, I’m really going to come in!”
Didn't you just open the door and come in by yourself? Xiahou Aotian cursed in his heart, and the hairs on his back stood up quietly.
"Why don't you open the door, why do you do this to me, why do you do this to me?" The woman outside the palace door screamed more and more sadly, losing the softness and charm just now.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The doors and windows shook violently, making constant "clang" sounds.
There seemed to be people standing outside.
"Kill me!" the girl outside the outer door said bitterly.
Xiahou Aotian tensed his body and aimed his crossbow directly at the palace door. As long as the woman outside dared to come in, she would be rewarded with an armor-piercing arrow.
At this time, the shaking of the doors and windows stopped, and there was silence outside the palace. Except for the patter of rain, the girl outside seemed to be gone.
Are you leaving? Are you afraid that I will shoot you again? Well, I have to leave quickly, I can’t stay here anymore! Xiahou Aotian immediately ran towards Shouma, and Uncle Da immediately left this weird ruined temple.
As soon as he got close to the thin horse, he suddenly felt something moving in the basket, and there was a faint dim light. Xiahou Aotian leaned over and took a closer look. He saw a woman's head in the basket, with the back of her head facing him.
A small squirm.
As if he sensed that someone was looking at his head, he turned around suddenly, revealing a blue and black face, bleeding from all the orifices, black lips, and blinding white pupils staring straight at Xiahou Aotian.
"You, the murderous and murderous voice came.
Xiahou Aotian's heart tightened and he stepped back repeatedly. He felt the hair on his body stood up and fear filled his heart.
But before he took a few steps back, he bumped into something behind him. He looked back in panic, his pupils contracted in fear, and his heart stopped.
Behind him is a headless corpse, wearing the same clothes as the girl just now.
Xiahou Aotian's adrenaline surged, his scalp was numb, and he instinctively raised his machine crossbow to shoot at the headless corpse.
The armor-piercing arrow penetrated the corpse's chest. However, the already dead corpse was not affected in any way. He raised his right hand with black nails, pinched Xiahou Aotian's neck, and lifted him up.
Xiahou Aotian kicked his legs in the air, his face was red due to lack of oxygen, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his tongue was spitting out bit by bit.
The power of the headless female corpse is extremely powerful, and with his current physique, he is unable to resist it at all.
From the basket on the horse's back behind him, a shrill and resentful voice came, "You kill me, you kill me."
Xiahou Aotian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his legs became increasingly weak in kicking.
At this moment, a cool force came from his thumb, like a bucket of cold water or a piece of solid ice, bringing a thrill that made the soul tremble.
Xiahou Aotian suddenly "awakened", why didn't I resist? Why was I so afraid of a corpse? Why didn't I use the items in the inventory?
Only then did he realize that he had fallen into an illusion. Only illusion could transform an ordinary person into a panic-stricken person. He would become dominated by emotions and lose his calm judgment and reason. The power coming from the ring helped him break through the illusion.
Illusion.
This is exactly the weakness of illusion. As long as a third party intervenes, the illusion will be self-defeating.
Xiahou Aotian opened his eyes suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep lying next to the charcoal fire at some point. It was windy and raining outside, and the thin horse stood obediently by the bonfire, with his head hanging down, snoring from time to time.
There was no knock on the door outside the hall, and there was no woman inside.
Everything just seemed to be a dream, but the pain from his neck told him that this was not a dream. He had just fallen into an illusion and almost strangled himself in the dream.
"Old thing, old thing." He lowered his head and stared at his finger, calling repeatedly.
The old man didn't respond at all. He lost contact with Qin Dai Fangtu from the moment he entered the dungeon.
Although he was sealed by the copy, he could detect the movement in the outside world, so at the critical moment, he conveyed the power of the extraordinary realm and awakened me. Xiahou Aotian became enlightened...
He stopped talking to his grandfather and began to think about what he had encountered.
The only occupations in the field of illusion are Night Walker and Illusionist.
What he saw and heard just now, and the crisis he encountered, were all in his dream.
In terms of professional characteristics, he should be the Dream Palmist.
But to be honest, if it is the dream master, even with the help of the old man, he cannot escape from the dream.
Xiahou Aotian's eyes scanned the hall, and his thoughts suddenly changed. He has the ability to dream. He has not reached the saint stage and uses supernatural elements to scare people. But what I fear most is not that the other party has limited ability to create illusions and is obviously not strong, but he can enter me.
dream?
There is a contradiction between the strength shown by the enemy and the characteristics shown.
"If you are not strong, you cannot be affected from too far away. When I go to the temple, I must be nearby." Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory, took out a black ghost face mask, and put it on his face.
This is a prop for the Illusionist profession. Its main function is "emotional control." He activates the "emotional control" ability without hesitation in "mental attacks." The opponent may have special methods to hide it, but emotions cannot be hidden.
Xiahou Aotian looked around and found nothing unusual in the palace, so he opened the palace door, stood under the eaves, and scanned the front yard carefully.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
In the corner of the front yard, where there are overgrown weeds, I saw clouds of black "thick smoke" rising from the soil.
It's resentment!
At this moment, Xia Hou Aotian understood that there was a woman buried in the temple who died unjustly. Her resentment did not dissipate and she turned into a fierce ghost, instinctively devouring travelers who entered the temple.
Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory, took out a bamboo knife, strode into the rain, came to the corner where resentment was rising, and used the knife as a shovel to dig up the mud.
Layers of soil were turned over, and there was a "click" sound from the top of ten centimeters and half a meter, and a corpse was revealed in the mud.