Chapter 65: like a ghost
"What's going on?!" Igna rushed over when he came to his senses.
At this time, Tim and Dane had already grabbed Octavia, while Wensuri was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, staring straight at Madeleine in Altea's arms.
A sharp wooden stick was inserted into Madeleine's eye, and the other eye seemed to burst out. The eyes were mixed with turbid liquid coming out of her eyes, her mouth was wide open, and a few "Hehe" ' the gasping sound.
On the other side, Octavius was laughing, and the two eyes embedded in her thin face were red, excited, and mad. Dane and Tim were grabbing her hands and body, but she was still struggling, trying to break free.
She didn't know where the power came out of her thin body, making it impossible for the two big men to subdue.
With red eyes and messy hair, she laughed happily and said, "Go to hell, old witch hahahaha."
Looking at the scene in front of Igna, his mind suddenly felt a little unavoidable.
Strange changes... must involve extraordinary...
But this time, Igna was not caught off guard like the last time, but walked directly in front of Octavia.
"Wow—"
Like a master juggler, Ignatius made a fist with his hand as if he was holding a water glass, and then poured water out of his palm and poured it directly from Octavia's head.
Octavia's wild laughter was not interrupted by the sudden flow of water.
She was still trying to wriggle hard, trying to get rid of Dane and Tim's hold, as if to ram into Igna's arms.
She looked at Igna, her eyes were red, but she still smiled happily.
It was still raining violently outside the tent, and the raindrops hit the tent, and the water droplets also dripped from Octavia's flaxen hair and slipped from the sockets of her eyes.
At this time, the smell of blood and the heat of the bonfire finally reached the tip of Ignatius' nose.
Octavius seemed to be unable to understand Igna's expression.
She laughed, and she shouted, "Brother, brother, what are you doing? Why aren't you smiling? Why aren't you happy for me? That way Rachel and I can get rid of her!"
Igna was silent.
This is no longer a normal Octavia.
"Crimson."
Ignat whispered the opening password of the Sleeping Charm in Old Feysac. This is the spell he made successfully the night before.
The silver-white flakes he hid on his arm exuded an icy aura, he shook his arm slightly and let the spell slide into the palm of his hand.
Then he patted Octavia lightly on the forehead.
The struggling girl suddenly fell into a deep sleep.
Dane and Tim couldn't understand how this all happened, but the sleepy Octavia clearly gave them both a sigh of relief.
"Dalot, what's going on?" Dane asked.
But Igna didn't answer, but turned to look at Wenshuli, who was shivering on the side.
He had been guarding against attacks from behind him just now, and he also prepared an oil can, flame, and "fall technique" on the fingertips of his other hand, but Wen Xiuli didn't seem to attack suddenly or violently.
Instead, he stared straight at the scene in front of him, his lips white. "Desire for redemption" was also written in his eyes when he saw Igna turn towards him.
However, even if he behaved so innocently. Igna still did not take it lightly.
But he also didn't take out the dagger hidden in his sleeve.
The events at hand must have involved the influence of extraordinary factors. And the source of the extraordinary factor is definitely Wen Xiuli.
Ignatius' hands and body were shaking slightly, but at this time, he became more and more calm.
Wen Xiuri must be the "disaster star".
However, he looked like he didn't know what was going on at this time, obviously pretending.
Why is he pretending? For what?
But since it's an outfit. Then please accompany you.
It's not too late to kill him until he understands what he did. Every Beyonder opponent cannot be treated recklessly. Moreover, there are two innocent people behind him.
At least find a way to get Tim and Dane out of the battlefield.
To buy time.
Therefore, Igna also frowned, pretending to be unclear, and protecting the three people behind him, only revealing a faint hostility to Wen Xiuri.
He asked, "What's the situation?"
"I don't know either!!" Wen Xiuli said, with fear in his eyes, "We are just chatting in a very ordinary way!"
"Dane, Tim, is that so?" Igna asked without looking back.
"Yes... Wen Xiuli is just sharing with us an interesting anecdote about his college days..." Dane and Tim's voices came from behind Igna, and there seemed to be lingering fears in their words.
Well, if only so. Igna's eyes fixed on Wen Xiuri.
If it is limited to Sequence 7 and below, then it is possible to change people's mental state by language alone. It is provocateurs and instigators.
If it is raised to about Sequence 5, in the Sequence knowledge Ignat currently knows, Wen Xiuli may also be a hypnotist and a master puppet master, or a Sequence 6 recorder of an apprentice, a reader of Sequence 6 polymath, recorded or simulated an ability
The Puppet Master never acts alone, and manipulating Octavius is obviously not the best choice. In addition, Wen Xiuri's temperament and habits have obviously never played a master of juggling, so it is impossible to be a recorder.
In addition, the main object of the provocateur's change of mental state is himselfNan Xiuli should be one of the instigators, hypnotists, and learned scholars.
Among them, the instigator is more likely.
They are good at provoking malice, and they are familiar with malice.
Igna's eyes darkened.
He knew Octavia and Madeleine. Although Octavia had a hard time under Madeleine's hands, Octavia was a strong, kind girl who could endure hardship and would never attack her master.
"Click-" Igna heard the sound of the gun being loaded from the side.
Altaïa's shotgun is loaded, and Madeleine lies beside her lap.
The wooden sticks stuck in Madeleine's eyes have been removed, her thin and light body was gently placed on the ground, and the blood on her face was obviously wiped away.
Suddenly being pointed at by the muzzle of the gun, Wen Xiuli's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and he was so frightened that he seemed to raise his hands.
"Bang—" Artea fired without any nonsense.
"Shh—" The room was plunged into darkness.
Igna saw that Wenxiuri's figure was like a light feather, dodging the attack of Artea. And, at the same time, he poured the water in his hand onto the bonfire.
Then, almost at the next breath, a gust of wind hit Ignatius.
Every "Instigator" was once an outstanding "Assassin".
The night and shadow are their sanctuary, and owl-like vision and feather-like lightness are definitely not for normal people.
Every "assassin" is good at hiding in the shadows, with dexterous steps and the ability to explode all his power in one blow!
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Note: For the description of the assassin, see Chapter 66, Chapter 66 of "The Lord of Mysteries"