Chapter 28 The Illusion on the Cliff
When Xiao En went out, he subconsciously kept a cordial but polite distance from Daisy.
He didn't see Daisy's fight clearly at all.
The most eye-catching thing in the darkness is a pair of strange vertical pupils. Daisy's figure melts into them, making it difficult to capture with the naked eye. It wasn't until the other night watchmen brought out the monster's body that Xiao En could see clearly the countless bloody claw marks on the body.
Too cruel.
Unlike Benjamin who kills with one strike, the traces of Daisy's battle are shocking.
At this moment, Daisy has simply cleaned up the blood and stains on her body, and is following Xiao En with a cute and cute face. However, occasionally when no one is paying attention, she will quietly lick her palms. , just like a kitten licking its paws.
"Daisy is definitely not a low-sequence extraordinary person."
"Natural path?"
"Transformer?"
Xiao En even suspected that Daisy was as powerful as Captain Benjamin.
Shawn is still a little uncomfortable thinking about the time the two spent together in the park.
Outside the sewer.
"Captain." William's figure walked over quickly, and he shook his head slightly towards Benjamin.
Still nothing found.
Rumble.
There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and a minute or two later, drops of rain fell. Daisy, who was walking behind Xiao En, shook her head, as if she didn't like the rain.
The sky gradually darkened.
Xiao En's brows furrowed. He looked at the surrounding buildings and said in a deep voice: "How many households and businesses are there nearby?"
William replied: "About two thousand Multi-family.”
Xiao En was silent for a moment and continued: "Immediately check the nearby residents and ask other people if there are any people engaged in literature, art, history and other industries."
"Find them all, I want to Re-read them one by one. "
Different from flesh and blood aberrations, indescribable illusions are more picky, and the relics from Candlekeep will most likely select these types of people.
Knowledge.
Only find people who are hungry for knowledge.
If the out-of-control deep diver hadn't delayed the group's time, they should have been able to find the target before it rained.
A drifting heavy rain fell.
The heavy rain came a bit suddenly. It took less than half an hour from the dark clouds to the heavy rain. Amidst the rumbling thunder, everything around became dark. Under such circumstances, it is basically difficult to rely on police force to seal off the entire market area, especially because of heavy rains and the water levels in the sewers here are also rising sharply.
If Xiao En hadn't discovered the traces, the out-of-control deep diver would have dived somewhere else by now along the swollen sewer.
"This rain came too suddenly." Daisy sniffed and said.
Heavy rain obscured the smell.
Cang.
A bell rang, and the time was three o'clock in the afternoon.
Xiao En's figure suddenly stopped, and he looked in the direction of the bell tower.
Inspiration is trembling.
He felt the breath of knowledge.
Someone performed a ritual on the bell tower, and the mysterious knowledge in Xiao En's brain resonated.
Spell identification.
Wizards have an ability to discern supernatural rituals of any kind far beyond those of other extraordinary beings.
"At the bell tower!" Xiao En shouted.
Benjamin and his group immediately ran towards the bell tower. In the pouring rain.
A thin figure wearing a round hat and a shabby gray coat appeared above the clock tower more than 20 meters high. He looked to be in his thirties, with eye sockets He was sunken and looked haggard. He held a stack of paper between his arms, which was covered with dense and weird graffiti. It was already wet under the heavy rain, and the ink marks on the paper were mottled and dripping.
His expression was confused, his eyes were empty, and he exuded an aura of laziness and decadence.
I saw him scattering a pile of paper in his hand on the top of the clock tower. The paper flew all over the sky in the strong wind, and the flashes of lightning illuminated the weird and twisted humanoid outlines above.
"You have no talent..."
"It's hard for you to even support yourself...You'll starve to death sooner or later if you keep going like this..."
"You have no talent at all..."< br>
"You know what? You are like a clown...wasting time for something that has no chance of succeeding!..."
"What are you insisting on?"
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A strong wind blew.
The man's dome hat was blown off, revealing his increasingly mottled and sparse hair. The strands of hair were wetted by the rain and stuck to his scalp, which looked a bit funny. Weird whispers echoed in the room. In front of his ears, he remained silent to all the sarcasm and just held the pen in his hand tightly.
"What am I insisting on?"
The man's hoarse voice sounded like a whisper: "Why am I still unwilling to give up?"
The paintbrush was trembling slightly.
It seemed to have a mind of its own, guiding the man closer to the edge of the bell tower.
The ink traces dripping from the paper flowed in the accumulated water. They gathered together, like splashed ink paintings, and gradually formed the blurred outline of a human figure under the erosion of heavy rain.
Wow!
A dark palm made of ink poked out of the water.
But it seemed to be isolated by something. The lines gathered by the ink lifted the accumulated water up to half a meter high. The gathered water flow was rendered by the ink, but it was still unable to break free from the constraints of the space. A mask-like black and white face emerged. , its empty eye sockets, its lips whispering, murmuring, injecting dark emotions into the sacrifice of its own reality.
Half of the man's feet were already hanging in the air.
A trace of struggle appeared on his confused face, and some hopeful faces flashed in his mind.
He came to the bustling metropolis with hope, and embarked on the road to pursue his dreams amid the expectations of his relatives. But he is just a small person from a remote area. With some hard work, he may be able to gain a little fame in his hometown. However, once he comes to the bustling metropolis, he is immediately shaken back to his original shape by the cruel reality. Over the years, in order to comfort his relatives in his hometown, he lied that he had achieved some success in the metropolis, but in fact he could only do some dirty work in the market area every day to barely maintain his food, clothing and dignity.
Being born in a small place, he could not integrate into the circle of a big city, and he had no chance to display his talents. All his works were lightly erased by the saying that he had no talent or talent.
Decades of hard work are not as good as someone else’s random scribblings of inspiration.
Maybe that's not inspiration at all...
The lonely man on the bell tower slowly closed his eyes, and slowly took a step forward amid the strange whispers in his ears.
The heavy rain is heavy and the water is flying!
A hollow and mottled human face mask is about to burst out of the rendered ink. Its ferocious and sharp fingers have pierced the water, and it has entered reality from illusion. At this moment, it seems that reality has turned into a painting. , the raindrops dripping all around were also dyed with the color of ink painting.
Suddenly!
A strong arm stretched out from the bottom of the bell tower. It grabbed the man's collar and pushed him back to the edge of the cliff.
Benjamin's vigorous figure jumped up. He pushed away the confused man in front of him. The black umbrella in his hand flashed a silver light. The wild white silver light cut off the raindrops, and one fell from the stagnant water. The dark arm protruding from the middle was cut in two, and Benjamin's figure flew up, holding the streamer in his hands, and plunged directly into the churning water.
Pfft!
A jet of black ink mixed with black and white paint flowed out. The stream of light in his hand seemed to disappear from reality. The water in less than one centimeter actually swallowed the entire umbrella sword.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The ticking sound of the clock echoed in the heavy rain, and it was so clear at the moment.
Under the bell tower not far away.
Xiao En seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He seemed to have hallucinated just now. Benjamin's figure suddenly disappeared while running, and then he suddenly appeared on the vertical wall. He was more than 20 meters away. Running on the high vertical wall was like a jumping slide. When Xiao En saw clearly, Benjamin's figure had already leaped above the clock tower.
In mid-air, there was only a silver arc traced by the stream of light!
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