Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 846 The Nature of Wutong

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Just after Wutong and others had occupied two adjacent rooms at the end of the corridor on the second floor to the west, within ten minutes, another group of people came and pushed the mansion away.

These people were a group of police officers led by Linghua and Fenglu, as well as two teenagers who were looking for their friends.

Fortunately for the police officers, although this strange scene was scary, they could at least maintain their composure on the outside and did not run around screaming rationally.

But the performance of the two young men who accompanied him was not so good.

"Ghost, ghost"

The boy who had been clamoring to find his missing girl friend couldn't help but scream loudly again. It seemed that these people from different eras and the noble banquet in this abandoned mansion reminded him of some ghost stories.

But it was better not to yell. With this yelling, suddenly something extremely strange happened.

There was a "swish" sound, and all the male guests, female guests, male waiters, and female servants in the mansion all turned their heads in unison, their eyes falling on the young man.

Their eyes were all gray at this moment.

The mist actually filled the air, and I don't know where it came from. It was like a blink of an eye, and it spread all over the hall on the first floor.

This made the black-haired boy in a corner of the second floor, who was secretly watching all this, feel his hands and feet were cold, and a layer of fine sweat was secreted on his forehead unknowingly.

In the fog, some suppressed low sounds came out. They started up quickly, became louder and louder, and disappeared just as quickly, within a few minutes.

The fog soon dispersed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Officer, you saw it too. I'm holding a banquet and I can't leave Devante. Please take these officers to rest upstairs. By the way, remember to ask the servants to bring them food. And before that A group of guests, look at my memory."

Vettel, a wealthy middle-aged man, made a natural expression of self-blame, as if he was blaming himself for forgetting about this incident just now.

The police officers all looked frightened or ashen, and no one dared to speak. They all followed the housekeeper upstairs silently.

Only Wutong on the second floor, from a high vantage point, could clearly see that the two teenagers at the end of the second group of people had disappeared at some point.

got caught

He was thoughtful and saw that the housekeeper had come up. He stood up quietly and quickly returned to the room where he was. He was holding a black elf like a fat fox in his arms.

Three long blasts and one short blast, and the person inside immediately opened the door.

"Why do you still need this secret code?"

Eric, who had been listening to the noise inside the door, was very depressed.

Wutong ignored him and directly waved everyone to come over, and then told them what he had just seen.

Hearing the changes that occurred in the hall, everyone felt the hair on their arms stand up.

"Sure, sure enough, those are not real people, they are transformed by ghosts, right?" The photographer was unexpectedly not very courageous, and spoke with chattering teeth.

Wutong glanced at him and realized that there were real ghosts in this elf world. They did not refer to elves with ghost attributes, but ghosts that remained after the death of human beings, which were confirmed to exist objectively in this world.

At first, because his life experience in another world outweighed the life experience in his memory in this world, he thought that the so-called ghosts were just elves with ghost attributes pretending to be ghosts. However, with the rapid growth of local knowledge in more than two years, he We have been able to objectively realize that in this world, ghosts of non-ghost attribute elves exist objectively, and their roots are different from ghost attribute elves. Although the two have many things in common, there is one difference that completely separates the two, and that is Ghosts and ghosts cannot be subdued by elf balls, no matter how weak they are, just like humans cannot be subdued by elf balls.

Therefore, at this time, he could no longer deceive others or himself by saying that ghosts and ghosts did not exist, but were just elves with ghost attributes.

"Of course it is, otherwise we would have run out long ago." Kexi replied calmly. Among this group of people, he was the calmest one except Wutong.

Wutong knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then he concluded: "First of all, we can't get rid of the gray outside, so we entered this mansion to look for opportunities, and other people were also attracted in. It can be considered that behind the scenes Something that intentionally brings us together in the mansion."

"Then." He began to analyze the situation and said: "First of all, if you have this ability, the existence behind the scenes seems to be able to deal with us directly, but it didn't. Instead, it brought out those people who were originally missing, making them seem to be manipulated. He led us into the mansion, where the aristocratic banquet from hundreds of years ago reappeared, and what was even weirder was that the owner of the house mentioned exorcism."

Wutong was actually sorting out his thoughts while talking, and continued: "If this is just the case, we can guess that maybe the ghosts behind the scenes have no ill intentions towards us, but just want to trap us here, use our strength, and let We know what's going on in the mansion and more, to get something done."

"But just now you mentioned that two teenagers were missing." Hong Ling saw that Wutong was silent for a few seconds before taking up the topic.

At this moment, the door suddenly knocked.

It's not three long and one short, and it can't be, because the people who know the password are all in their room, and there is no one in the other room.

In this case, Wutong did not let everyone really live separately.

The door opened and there were three waiters carrying plates. They were here to deliver food.

"Thank you, put it on the table."

Wutong dealt with them and closed the door.

On the other side of the room, Ke Xi went around to open the door through the window. There was nothing he could do about it. Apart from him, Ke Xi was the most courageous among the group of people. Not as good as Kexi.

"It smells so good." Eric felt his stomach growl.

"The cooking skills of hundreds of years ago were also very high." Tifa's eyes also flickered.

When Wutong saw that the other companions were about to make a move, he immediately stopped and said, "Don't think about it. Think about the horror stories you have heard."

While talking, some of these people still looked greedily at the things that had been uncovered with expressions on their faces, and their bodies were getting closer unknowingly.

something is wrong

"Wind Speed ​​Dog"

How can Wutong be the person who persuades with gentle words, especially in high-pressure situations? He will be further naturally oppressed into a cold and strong desire for control and authoritarian behavior, and directly releases white flames, a high-temperature and strange fire, Burn all this food to ashes.

Like Eric, he is usually an enthusiastic and cheerful young man, but once he encounters a real big event, he can't help but show panic, which is a typical teenager's temperament.

In a few seconds, even the roasted chicken was burned to ashes, and the smoke and burnt smell that seemed real and made people doubt that it was all real mixed into the nostrils.

The four people with the most severe abnormalities, Eric, Wu Dou, Tifa and the photographer, gradually regained their normal expressions and eyes, as if they were awakening from a dream.

In comparison, the other people are much better.

"I think Wutong is right. I was afraid that if I ate these things just now, I would become like those weird people." Hongling was a little scared, but just now she couldn't help but want to reach out to grab the food, just out of fear I only tolerated it because of the vigilance that surged up in my heart, as well as the importance I paid to managing my body image.

The others had horrified expressions on their faces. The smart ones instantly thought of it, and the stupid ones took a few more seconds to understand what Hong Ling meant.

"Others may contact us, but before that, let's discuss tonight's shift and rest schedule." Wutong estimated in his mind that it had been almost five minutes since the group of people came up, and there was no movement, so he decided to do other things first. , and when there was no movement after ten minutes, he took someone to see what was going on.

He regards this place as an independent or semi-independent space that is similar to being isolated, because here, his telepathy cannot function normally like in the outside world. For example, if he is outside, he only needs to think about it, and the entire mansion can be walked out. Within a distance of tens of meters, he can sense the thoughts and mood swings of various creatures.

But it didn't work here. The sensing range of his extraordinary ability was reduced by more than one tenth, and it could only barely cover two or three rooms next to it.

Tuk Tuk

There was a sudden knock on the door, and everyone in the room was startled.

"Who?"

As Wutong asked, he quickly poured all the burnt food into the trash can.

"Great Wutong, I am Fenglu"

The people outside were surprised by their voices, and judging from the voices, they were indeed people they knew.

"It's quite late now. Let's take a rest for the night. Let's discuss anything tomorrow." Wutong knew that his unique hoarse voice betrayed him. After he finished saying this, no one else in the room understood. Looking at him, he turned to them and put his index finger to his lips, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Open the door first. Don't you think it's scary here? Everyone is scared now. We should discuss it together." Fenglu's voice continued to come from outside.

"Yes, I'm here too." Another voice also sounded, sounding like Captain Linghua from before.

"Sorry, we have already taken off our clothes and gone to bed. If anything happens, we can talk about it tomorrow morning." Wutong said in a very firm tone and refused to open the door for them.

No one knocked on the door again, but they could be heard arguing.

"What's wrong with these trainers? Don't they know that we need to be more united in this situation?"

"Stop talking. If they don't open the door, don't open the door. Let's go back to the room first."

"The two missing teenagers"

The sound gradually became distant and weak, and the footsteps gradually disappeared.

Listening to the departure of these people, Wutong and the people in the room subconsciously felt relieved for some reason.

"Why didn't you open the door for them?" Hongling didn't understand at all.

"If there is an accident and we can't solve it, and they are not very useful, so they who have been out of our sight for a while may be hiding unnecessary dangers, and we should not take this risk. "Wutong still needs to rely on the strength of the people here, so explain patiently.

"But this is too cautious. Maybe they are not in danger and are just as scared as us." The photographer interjected. He still hoped that there would be more people, thinking that would be safer.

"I called everyone together, so I must be responsible for your safety. Those people are fine no matter what. At least I will try my best to get you out of this predicament." Wutong replied in a deep voice, half to stabilize them and half to Tell the truth.

He has abused and tortured innocent wild elves, and he has also brutally killed those who are not considered good people, but he still has a bottom line. At least he dares to shoulder responsibilities, unless it is clear that he has to sacrifice himself to save others. Choose, otherwise Wutong will try his best to take responsibility. For someone like him who abides by the spirit of the contract, the idea of ​​maintaining his own credibility is as stubborn as instinct.

At this moment, I suddenly felt something knocking again, but it didn't sound like a door, the sound was much weirder.

Who is coming again

They were curious, and some of them with keen hearing turned to look at the window.

slam

Suddenly, a head poked out of the window of the room on the second floor of the castle.

One of the missing boys

He didn't know when his face turned gray, without any blood, and he showed a weird smile, watching everyone slowly grinning.

"Found you."

As he spoke, there was another clatter, and everyone finally saw clearly how this person appeared at the window. It turned out to be a big crow, with only the head turning into a human head for some unknown reason, and it swooped into the room.

砰

Everyone was shocked and had not yet reacted, even the elves were somewhat frightened.

But what is surprising is that for some reason, this human-headed crow crashed straight into the ground instead of where any person was.

Snapped

The black-haired boy strode over, grabbing the hair of the human-headed crow in his hand, and threw him out with his backhand. At the same time, he kept walking to the window, closed the glass window with his backhand, and pulled up the door. layer of wooden windows.

"what"

The photographer and Tifa both screamed. Wutong had already been prepared. His White Flame and Eevee rushed over and hit the two of them in the face.

The screams stopped midway.

Nosebleeds splashed all over my face

This series of shocking changes made people completely unable to react.

But Wutong, who had dealt with all this single-handedly, his face still as cold as ice, unchanged at all, strode back and sat on one of the lounge chairs.

"Why do you want to?" Wu Dou attaches great importance to the consciousness of his companions, and he doesn't understand why the elves in Wutong attacked those two people just now.

"Shut up." Wutong narrowed his eyes. Although his face was still expressionless, veins appeared faintly on the temples on both sides of his forehead. He narrowed his eyes and scanned these people with an uncomfortable and sharp gaze.

"If these people are all monsters, and some of them have shown their monster side and want to stimulate them with screams, then next time, I welcome you to get out of my team. If you want to survive, from now on The least we can do is not be held back.”

Wutong's words were three-quarters violent, three-quarters cold and four-quarters domineering, which made everyone here feel at a loss, including the two people who were originally in pain from being beaten and had angry expressions on their faces.

Is this still the precocious and steady young man from before, who always smiles and handles the relationship between everyone well?

Could it be that he is possessed by a ghost?

"I'm not abnormal. You knew me before, and this is me now. On the contrary, you performed really poorly under this kind of pressure."

Wutong's malicious ridicule was also to eliminate their doubts, and at the same time, he tried to use anger to arouse their self-esteem, so as not to let fear and fear take over their heads.

This is not acting in a movie. He hopes to get out of here alive more than anyone else, so even if his true nature is exposed, he must control these people. 8