Chapter 555

"Boyi, I won't let you die in vain." The Centaur leader boma looked angry.

The dead is the leader's son and the next successor. If there is no accident, the Centaur Boyi will be the best young man in the Centaur clan. He will inherit Datong and carry forward the glory of the Centaur clan in the future.

However, all this has become a bubble. The white haired give the black hair.

The leader's eyes were full of tears, and his anger was on his head, but his reason was not broken.

At the first sight of his son's death, he felt the unspeakable horror prediction, which was a warning that could not be easily peeped into.

But he won't succumb to that feeling.

At this time, Xinbo's sense of resistance to the unknown can't be enhanced by a special organization.

The gate organization connects many small worlds and mysterious regions, and collects special items, large and small. The leader's own small inventory naturally has corresponding spiritual resistance items. Anyway, he is not afraid.

"Let me see who killed you." The leader murmured to himself, took out a string of bone chains from his storage props and put them on his neck. Then he took out two bracelets, one for each hand.

Then he took out a strange fruit, which looked like a man, but the main trunk was a strange face.

This is a pure face, but an unknown race.

The leader boma ate only a small piece of ginseng, equivalent to one fifth of it.

Eat ginseng at the same time, ginseng that closed eyes also open, issued a scream, sound into the ear.

Behind the horse covered his ears, but also can not block the magic sound through the ear.

"Back off." Said the chief calmly.

"Yes

The crowd retreated, far away.

At this time, the leader looked at his son's death, pressed a finger on the forehead of the corpse, closed his eyes, and silently enlarged his senses to absorb the breath from the dead.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds passed.

The longer the synaesthesia passed, the more sweat came out of his forehead.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and was covered with sweat.

"Can't you find it?" He frowned deeply.

"No, it's not that I can't find it. I can empathize with the scene of death at that time, such as restoring the cause of death with dreams."

His right hand presses on the forehead of the corpse, and his own spirit subconsciously leads to the inspiration of dream synaesthesia.

However, the leader is not the best person for dream synaesthesia.

He has only a rudimentary understanding of this technology, so he has to hire someone else.

Boma, the leader, turned back to the territory and reported to his people.

"We need a master of synaesthesia." He paused and said, "please, Zhang."

The Centaur, named Dazhang, stepped out in his old coir raincoat, bowed his head slightly and said respectfully, "yes, chief!"

Dazhang came to the corpse with a series of dream synaesthesia tools. He took a close look and immediately felt the nightmare from the dead.

He must have experienced a terrible nightmare and died suddenly.

Zhang analyzed it in his heart and told the leader what he thought.

"Mm-hmm, can you know the specific cause of death, or through dream synaesthesia, watch the dream and trace the murderer." The leader said in a hurry.

Da Zhang put down eight candles around the corpse, put on strange spices, and then looked around the woods, hanging bony wind chimes on each branch.

"The wind chime is a soul call bell. The sound of the bell can't summon the soul, but it can deepen the connection between me and him through the corpse." As Zhang explained, he calculated the point.

It's not a good place to start a dream.

The leader stood by half understanding.

When the scene was finished, the wind chimes in the forest, jingling, jingling, touching the memory of the leader.

The flame of the candle was bright yellow, but with the sound of the wind chimes getting louder and louder, coupled with the horror of death emanating from the dead, the scene was no longer so bright.

I don't know when, the brightness of the scene has dropped several grades.

The flame on the candle trembled and turned into a deep blue, with a kind of soul like permeability.

On the field, the Centaur's head was wide open, and the old man, who was fishing, bowed his head slightly and closed his eyelids as if he were asleep.

The leader stood at the periphery of the ceremony and did not step into the land of wind chimes.

No one dares to make a sound. Dream synaesthesia needs a strict environment. Everyone stands far away and can't see the faces inside.

After a quarter of an hour.

Da Zhang came out of the woods, haggard.

"How about it?" The Centaur leader said anxiously.

"It's the power of the curse. Someone put a vicious curse on Bo Yi. He accidentally triggered the curse and fell into an endless cycle of nightmare. The person who casts the curse is very powerful. This is the most terrible dream I have ever seen. However, the trace left by him is so deep that I can feel the face of the murderer Zhang said after a pause."Who is the murderer?" Asked the leader hastily.

"Not yet. I don't have enough mental energy now. I need a rest." Zhang shakes his head. It costs him a lot of brain cells just to perform dream synesthesia on the dead.

Besides, the dead is not the freshest corpse, it died for at least a few hours!

In this case, the freshness decreases a little with each passing minute, and the difficulty of synaesthesia increases a little.

A little bit is not much, but a little makes a lot. After two or three days, synaesthesia will be extremely difficult.

Da Zhang knew that he would miss the best window period of synaesthesia after rest, but his mental strength was not enough. Even if the nightmare dream of reincarnation was not aimed at his dream, he felt tired and was almost fooled by the dream.

"The mental resistance items I gave you didn't work?" The leader said unexpectedly.

He knows that synaesthesia 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. He had never seen him so tired.

"I have spiritual tonics here. How many tonics do you take?"

"Thank you. I'll sleep and wake me up in four hours." Zhang is not polite. When he sees the fruit, he thinks it is a tonic.

However, no matter how to make up for it, we have to sleep on our own so that our soul can get normal sleep. Otherwise, if we continue to live in the liver, we will lose only our own foundation, and the gain is not worth the loss.

……

On the other side.

Once again, kemon took off his black robe and embarked on a journey of exploration.

The world behind the door, kemon is quite curious.

Last time, the gate organization set up a bureau to accommodate kemon. This time, kemon fought a blitz and explored a new way before they could react.

This time, it is estimated that we have failed, but we have to try. In case someone slackens?

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