Chapter 313

"Tip: you are tailing lanweill. Your tailing skills are not good. You have been..."

"Warning: you were found by lanwell!"

"Lanwill is more alert to you!"

"Cough... Forget it's not in the real world."

"But these tips are too bad. There is an illusion of playing with butter..."

Facing the suspicious lanwill.

Roger could only pretend to come out of the bunker without incident.

Then he said with a strong smile:

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

Lanwill held something in his hand and stepped back. His expression looked a little stiff:

"Are you following me?"

Roger immediately shook his head like a rattle:

"I'm just walking."

"I just happened to meet you."

Lanwell seemed relieved on the surface, but his eyes were still full of vigilance:

"That's really a coincidence."

"After all, there is nothing else in this area except historical relics."

"Except for me, who is crazy about history, few people will come here."

Finish this sentence.

The two sides fell into a strange silence.

Roger frowned slightly in his heart.

Lanwell is right.

Now the area where they are located is the "temple area" which is rarely visited by the Lakeside Village.

It's a temple.

In fact, there are only a few stone pillars and some stone tablets that are rapidly weathered and clean.

This place is simply ruins.

The power of the spiritual world projection here is also very weak.

It's hard for psychics to get any benefits here.

So no one comes here at ordinary times - except those who are more interested in historical relics.

Lanwell seems to fit this perfectly.

This makes his words look flawless.

"I was just about to ask you about the day."

Roger had nothing to say and said:

"I thought you wouldn't quit now that you had summoned up your courage."

Lanwell reluctantly squeezed out a smile:

"I'm not as powerful as you."

"I've heard of demon clowns, spiritual creatures. Obviously, these clowns are not the strongest enemies in the amusement park."

"I knew my strength clearly, so I chose to quit."

Roger nodded.

tell the truth.

At this moment, he was actually very hesitant - for lanwell, he was rare and a little uncertain.

This man was saved by himself.

They get along well.

Only the name of the other party made Roger uneasy.

And he always felt that he was looking at himself tonight.

Lanwill's eyes

A little weird!

It's not that ordinary weird, but as if another soul was hiding in his body and trying to avoid his eyes!

Every move of the other party.

It looks like a marionette!

"Possessed?"

Roger secretly guessed.

But powerful inspiration told him.

Lanwell was not possessed by anything evil.

This made him puzzled.

According to Roger's previous style.

I'm afraid it's already done by now.

After all, the other party is just a historical figure.

But looking at lanwell's thin and weak body and gentle temperament.

Roger always felt that he had to keep the bottom line.

final.

The idea of further pressure and torture was suppressed by him.

He asked casually:

"I'm also interested in history."

"Have you got anything here?"

Hear that.

Lanwill was stunned for a moment, as if he had crashed and jammed for a short moment.

But soon he reacted and said particularly fluently:

"To be honest, I found some amazing things here, which are related to the history of the second period."

"Huh?"

Roger was a little surprised.

Without hesitation, lanwill handed a slate directly:

"Please look."

"This is a" map of the sleeper "from Xijiao. It looks incomplete, but it was once a psychic medium used to summon the" angel of death. "

"I dug it out under the ruins."

"You know what this means..."

Roger took the slate.

After touching gently.

On the data bar.

"Tip: you have obtained 'sleeper atlas', your historical knowledge +10"

"Someone once called the angel of death of Xijiao here?"

Roger mused:

"Is the angel of death the kind who fights?"

Lanwell shook his head:

"No, the angel of death is in charge of art, appeasement and silence. The reason why he has the title of" death "is only because he is a follower of the" rest Lord. "

"The angel of death usually only appears with the Lord, and it is the person beside the Lord."

"In the territory of Xijiao, it will only appear in the most important celebrations."

Hear here.

Roger instantly understood the implication of lanwell:

"You mean, this used to be the territory of Xijiao?"

"Or..."

"Has the Lord ever appeared here?"

Lanwill nodded.

His tone returned to calm:

"It's strange, isn't it?"

"This is clearly the place where the spiritual world and reality are blended under the control of the ancient Velan, but there are traces left by the interest Lord."

Speaking of which.

He suddenly stopped.

He looked at Roger for a few seconds, as if to stop talking.

Finally, he shook his head:

"Mr. Roger."

"I'm going to leave."

"Taking advantage of this month's freedom of movement, I decided to visit Lakeside Village, ancient castle and its vicinity."

"I'm not interested in the treasures of the ancient at all now."

"I just want to explore some of the secrets of history before I leave. This is my biggest wish now."

Finish all this.

He saluted Roger respectfully.

Then he left silently.

Roger noticed.

The path he took was indeed in the direction of willon castle.

Watching lanweil's figure gradually disappear into the fog.

A lot of inexplicable feelings emerged in Roger's heart.

Lanwill may have sensed his murder.

He may have to leave early.

"If he is really vilan, I'm afraid he has 10000 ways to avoid me, even if he is not my opponent."

"Am I too suspicious?"

Roger sighed softly in his heart.

Recall the experience of knowing lanweil until now.

The two get along quite happily.

The other party is obviously just a historical figure.

And the strength is not strong.

But Roger had a feeling of confidant.

He almost never felt this feeling in others.

So lanweil's departure made him feel sorry.

Fortunately, he has never been a tangled person.

What's more?

When entering this world.

The system will prompt him that historical figures are only historical figures.

Too addicted.

Instead, it may lead to disaster.

Then he went back the same way.

However, when passing by the lake of rest, he made a special detour and walked around in the direction of the amusement park.

The thick fog at night is getting worse.

Roger could hear strange sounds coming from the playground.

Those sounds don't seem to be made by humans at all.

It's like coming to the busy zoo.

He just wanted to look close to the guardrail.

Butler moto appeared like a ghost.

He knocked his cane hard and said solemnly:

"The amusement park needs time to repair."

"Please stop."

Roger shrugged.

He turned slowly and looked inside with all his eyes.

The fog is boundless.

He didn't see anything.

In moto's tense eyes.

Roger left safely.

He walked along the lake path for three minutes.

A crow suddenly flew over and stopped on Roger's shoulder.

Splash.

Crows become soap.

"Master, I can't see anything in the fog, but I feel the breath of many kinds of psychics!"

"There should be at least three kinds of demons involved in the restoration of the amusement park."

Sandy express reports.

"At least three?"

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

Night.

Because inspiration is still abundant.

Roger did not waste time and chose the "spirit raising ceremony" of the "law of the knife"!

Thanks to the wife of a rich woman.

Roger is rich in psychics and materials.

Last time I spent one share on the time plank road.

He still has two copies on hand.

This is enough for him to improve his channeling with any posture.

After the faint incense.

Roger came to the spirit world again.

This time, it was still one of two choices, but he chose the blade owner plank road.

So when the scene switching is completed.

He appeared directly on the third platform of the plank road.

With the last experience.

Roger walked leisurely on the plank road of the knife owner.

I don't know how long I'll be away.

Time seems to have become a meaningless concept in the spiritual world.

Roger walked until he was exhausted and his consciousness collapsed.

final.

When he looked up at the endless starry sky and slowly rising cliffs.

He has successfully reached the sixth platform!

Just after crossing the sixth platform.

Roger obviously felt the pressure increase.

Although there was no demon interference.

But every gust, shaking, and palpitations made him a little difficult to resist.

He knows.

This is almost his limit.

Go up again.

It's easy to fall short and fall to the bottom!

It's perfect to stop at this time.

But Roger still had some doubts in his heart.

It is reasonable to say that he is now a big man with four stars of inspiration.

It's only 97 steps away.

How much inspiration is the knife owner at the end of the steps?

You know.

According to his visual inspection.

There are at least 300 steps on the main plank path!

"Wait, I seem to have made a mistake!"

"What determines the level of channeling is never the number of steps, but the height on the cliff of the spirit world!"

Roger suddenly woke up.

Because the height is often linked to the number of steps.

So he subconsciously confused the two into a concept.

But this is not the case.

Because the plank road is zigzag, in order to slow down the slope, the number of steps is much more than straight up and down.

Sometimes in order to bypass some convex rocks.

The plank road even has to go down a section of the way!

These roads actually belong to "invalid climbing".

But it will also consume a lot of inspiration.

If so.

Walking along the plank road seems to have disadvantages.

For beginners.

Plank road can effectively help reduce the difficulty.

But for senior people.

The existence of the plank road magnifies the climbers' demand for inspiration!

Roger suddenly felt.

The existence of the five element plank road has a taste of 'welcoming newcomers and suppressing veterans'.

Combined with what I saw and heard during the day and my conversation with lanwell.

Roger had a vague guess in his heart.

Then he sank down.

Consciousness withdrew from the spiritual world.

"Spiritual ascension ceremony: you have walked a total of 66 steps in this spiritual ascension, and your performance has exceeded 99% of the psychics. The attention of the knife owner is in effect..."

"You have gained psychic points: knife *66;

Your channeling skill: the knife has been raised to level III;

Your battle is upgraded to 5 stars (official) "

"Attention of the knife owner: you have received a gift from the knife owner (red essence Treasure Book)"

"Red essence Scripture: Level 3 secret Scripture of knife teaching. After practicing, you can learn the original psychic skill of the knife master."

"Earthly panel: your killing bit +0.08"

In a humble hut.

Roger looked down.

Unconsciously.

He has a thin pamphlet on hand.

The book was foggy.

It seems that mysterious power is emanating.

"Master!"

Sandy suddenly shouted:

"There is something wrong with this book!"

Roger was surprised.

Then he asked in a deep voice:

"How did you know?"

"Yes, your inspiration is seven stars..."

"My perception here is far inferior to yours!"

Roger gave a wry smile.

I didn't expect that I also had a day of insufficient perception.

Who knows that sandy said quietly:

"I don't use perception."

Roger was stunned again.

But listen to Sandy:

"It's written on the cover of the book..."

"If you want to practice this skill, you must ask three questions;

What is a knife?

What is a person?

What is spirit?

……」”

"There are really three problems here."

Hear here.

Roger's expression grew numb.

He meditated for a moment.

After all, there is no secret script given by the master of cultivation knife——

Investigate the reason.

First, he didn't trust the knife owner enough;

Second, his need for psychics is low.

Roger came to the world of history for only one purpose——

Kill bit!

As long as you can walk far enough on the cliff of the spirit world.

The rest are empty!

But sandy interrupted.

A question occurred to him.

This guy is a 7-inspiration hunk. Can he perform the "spiritual ascension ceremony"?

If you can.

Where can it go?

Think of here.

Roger couldn't wait to drag sandy to Shengling.

Anyway, he has no shortage of materials.

However, it is close to dawn at this time——

The spirit raising ceremony must be at night, otherwise the spirit world's breath is too weak, and the spirit raising will be greatly reduced.

So he can only temporarily suppress the idea.

After returning from the spirit world.

Roger took a nap in the room.

cracking.

Footsteps came to mind in the village.

The rest of the first round of the game.

It will begin today.

Morning.

Rest in Hubei amusement park.

Mist is dense.

The laughter of clowns and snow girls was mixed with several shrill screams.

Outside the guardrail.

Moto announced coldly:

"The fourth group is over, and no one survived."

"Group 5."

The portal opens quietly.

The fifth group of psychics walked in with a determined expression.

cracking.

Another round of the game begins.

Everything is as usual.

No accidents.

This made moto feel a little relieved.

His eyes always swept back and forth in the crowd.

Very good.

Roger was not found.

That guy is finally safe today.

Moto thought so.

"No matter how terrible your origin is, no matter how powerful your strength is, as long as you pass today, you can't be rampant..."

His eyes slowly turned to the amusement park.

Just at this moment.

A demon clown limped by with a creepy smile and a chainsaw.

Moto showed a satisfied expression.

"This clown is very dedicated..."

In the blink of an eye.

The clown disappeared into his eyes.

A moment later.

The clown passed through most of the facilities of the amusement park smoothly.

Came to an invisible door.

He stretched out his hands.

Touch the gate gently.

The soft and ethereal touch came slowly.

On the data bar.

"Enter the spirit world: snow girl camp?"

"Tip: you have arrived at the snow girl camp"

"Record: you began to trek in the snow girl camp.

You skim the stream of the snow girl camp.

You passed the valley of the snow girl camp.

You climbed the holy peak of the snow girl camp.

You found the belief totem of the snow girl camp - you feel the grace of the frost Lord, and you realize that the snow girl is actually the relatives of the frost Lord.

You got a secret message "

"You got 2 shares of spiritual dust"

"Warning: you were found by a group of snow girls! Please make a choice——

The high-dimensional perspective is in effect.

Option 1: run away (run away without looking back)

Selection result: there is a 50% probability of being found abnormal by the high level of the snow girl camp and reported to the frost master.

Option 2: cheat (tell them that you are also a snow girl, but you look a little different)

Selection result: 1% of the mentally retarded snow women will believe this, and the rest will attack you together.

Option 3: Fire (although you don't have a tank, and the affixes of today with the ring have nothing to do with tanks, you can still choose to shoot these snow girls;

Tip 1: in the spiritual world, psychic soap has 200% power;

Tip 2: tanks can also be emergency supplies when necessary)

Selection result: successfully annihilate all snow girls who find abnormalities, and there will be no disturbance. "

"Do I have any choice?"

Roger shrugged.

Skillfully felt a bar of soap from his waist.