Chapter 557

Centaur little world.

"Chief, I'll start tracing the source later. I have something to tell you." The Centaur walked in front of the leader, took off the coir raincoat and showed a green and astringent face.

Dazhang, a potential male youth of Centaur race, is no less than the son of the patriarch in terms of potential. However, because of his worldly mentality, he took the initiative to withdraw from the position of competing patriarch, so he has been living well.

Today, however, he was doomed to be unable to wake up safely, because he had already experienced synesthesia before. It was a very dangerous dream and a very vicious curse.

If he wants to trace the origin of the curse, he will bear the power of the curse himself, and then converse synesthesia in his dream.

That is to say, if he is in the process of tracing the source in reverse direction, if his synaesthesia is too long, his body may fall into a vicious curse completely.

If the time of tracking down the curse person is very short, he is sure to get rid of the curse and repair the loss of soul through later recuperation.

In short, tracking down the source of the curse is a self-destructive thing. It depends on the progress of the enemy.

"What's the matter?" The Centaur leader was stern and respectful.

The leader has already sensed that this trip is very rare.

He couldn't help thinking, is it worth risking the loss of a senior general in order to track down the real murderer?

However, when the leader thought of his dead son, the angry people, and the danger of the territory, he felt it was worth it.

He ruled this territory for a long time, but there were no creatures that could threaten the Centaur race. Even if there were any, they were destroyed to pieces. No one could curse his own son.

And there's a big problem with that. In the past, those enemies didn't have the talent to be good at dream curse.

In order to find out the truth, this trip is necessary.

"My dream synaesthesia is ominous, but I know that the safety of the territory is more important than me, so I will try my best to trace the real murderer in reverse. If I can't come back and my brain dies in a nightmare, please bury my body on a high cliff facing the sea and spring flowers." Zhang looked firm.

"But if I succeed, please allow me to propose to your daughter." It's a big talk. It's about the heart.

The leader had sons and daughters, and he knew who he was thinking about.

"I have agreed to this marriage. You must come back alive!"

With a big wave of his hand, the leader agreed to Zhang's final request.

Zhang smiles with satisfaction, and then begins to arrange the scene of dream synaesthesia.

People look at each other, this can be really a burst of news, Mugu Dazhang actually has a dream lover.

"All scattered, do not hinder the construction of the ceremony site." The leader waved away his men.

In the crowd, a centaur girl with four legs showed a worried look.

Da Zhang smiles at her, and then hangs the wind chime with the function of evoking spirits.

Ring the bell.

Like the sound of hell in the woods.

Each candle was arranged in a circle around the corpse, burning slowly, shaking from yellow to blue.

The young Centaur brother sat by the body with a terrible face, slightly bowed his head, holding a long incense in his hand. The curling white smoke was divided into two bundles, one into the nose of the living man and the other into the nostrils of the corpse.

White smoke, like a bridge, establishes a bridge of communication between the living and the dead.

The sound of the bell in the wind guides the spirit of the Centaur to move forward. The fantasy in the mind is gradually covered with a dense white fog.

The fog covered him, making him unable to see the direction.

There is a strange voice in my ears, which is hard to describe and is not a language with special meaning.

He thought carefully that the voice could not be meaningless, but with his identity and personality, it is estimated that if you want to break your head, you can't guess.

At this time, there was a shadow in the white fog.

The shadow has four horse legs, the horse body, and the upper body is the human body.

It's the figure of the dead Bo Yi!

Zhang chased after him, beating the drum in his heart.

This time, he used Changxiang to cover the dream with fog, trying to mask the contents of the horror dream, so as to protect the mind and maintain the rational effect.

He knows that the person who casts the curse must be a dream master, otherwise it is impossible to use the dream as the poison of the curse.

In the face of such a master, the first thing to avoid is the content of the dream.

Once you see something in the dream, you are likely to be cursed.

Last time, he did not have such close contact to observe Boyi's dream, and only glanced at it from the perspective of passers-by.

This time, he was deeply involved. He had already used his soul to join this synaesthesia in order to increase his spiritual awareness. At the same time, he could know the danger at the first time and then choose to retreat.

Step by step, two steps and three steps, the footfalls of horses and men reverberated in front of him, and Zhang felt bad.As the sound spread, a huge outline appeared in front of the white fog.

He couldn't tell exactly how big the outline was. He didn't know what kind of scale should be used to measure its size.

Zhang only knew that the monster was so big that it was too big to imagine.

This is no longer what words can describe.

Is this still human?

Before Dayang's dream synaesthesia, Dazhang had imagined several possibilities, one of which was that "the murderer is not a human being".

The murderer may be unknown beings from the void. These unknown beings are not gods, but have the possibility of ascending to the divine position. They are extremely terrifying. If they encounter any one, they will die without a corpse.

They contain an amount of knowledge that is difficult to understand by normal creatures. For high-level existence, this knowledge is nothing, but for a small person like him, it is a deadly poison.

"Does the caster come from nothingness?" He couldn't help thinking like this.

The huge outline in front of him is so huge that he can't tell the true face of the other person accurately in his mind. He just feels that he can't describe it and subconsciously doesn't want to think about it.

He told himself that some dream masters can cheat others through true and false pictures.

The huge outline in front of the white fog may also be an illusion set up by the other side.

"My spirit hasn't called the police yet. It should be OK." He murmured to himself, but did not notice that his heart beat faster than usual warning value.

The brain cells were extremely active, and the sweat was streaming down his forehead, but he didn't know it.

Ahead, the dark Centaur in the white fog stopped.

The white fog gradually became light, and the huge shadow above the head seemed to become real.

Zhang then stopped, his spiritual consciousness appeared a momentary shudder.

"What is that?" Zhang doubts in his heart, and his silent fear fills his mind.

He wanted to escape from the white fog filled dream, but found that he did not know when, had already sunk in it.

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