Ennacyrin sat up with his arm propped up, and let out a breath to try to relieve the pain, but the pain from pulling on the large wound on his body as he moved made him gasp.

"I think we can talk. Ernacillin turned his head to look at a corner not far away, half of his face was obscured by cold sweat, and Chico couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I don't think you have figured out the situation yet. Chico took two steps forward and crouched down in front of him, "Now it's a matter of either you tell me how to make the psionic energy explode and die a comfortable death, or you keep your silence until it's corrupted." Oh yes, don't do this little thing, I'm not blind. He waved his hand to disperse the gathered psionic energy, then slapped it heavily on Enacylin's bloody shoulder.

"Shhh...... Are you sure you don't want to talk to me? Maybe I know a lot more than you think?" Ernacillin frowned slightly at pain, but the corners of his mouth were in a confident arc, and the hand supporting him moved a few times without a trace.

Chico tilted his head and stared into his eyes, not seeing much of the weakness of his heart, and couldn't help but believe it. "Tell me what you know. He propped his chin and rested his elbows on his knees.

"It depends on what you want to know and what you're going to tell me. Enercillin's tone was very serious, he seemed calm and uneasy, trying to get the two sides to an equal level, trying to delay as much time as possible.

However, in fact, Ennacillin was panicking now, at such a close distance, if it weren't for the fact that he had been standing still and causing the surrounding spiritual energy to gather, then his small movements would have been discovered by Chico a long time ago.

As for the weakness of heart that Chico wanted to see from Ernacillin's face, it really didn't. Ernacillin does know a lot of things, and whether he is telling the truth or not is another matter.

"Poof, it's really a teenager's innocence. Chico couldn't hold back and laughed. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was really just a teenager, and at this time, he still wanted to exchange with himself at the same price. "Okay, or else, I'll tell you who the nobles who have an interest in Mafia, and you tell me how you did that explosion, how?" Chicco sat down on the ground without paying attention, looking at the bloody wound on Enacylin's body with interest.

"No, it's not equivalent. Eneracillin shook his head and rejected Chico's offer. "Do you think a list can be exchanged for something so important?" asked Ernacillin, dissatisfied.

Chico smiled pleasantly, and he confirmed that this method was important and had to be done. "Is that so, the nobles and the nobles will spare your life, is the bargaining chip enough?" his smile became apparent, "You can't be insatiable, little friend." ”

"You ......" Enaicillin glared at him, but the disparity of strength made him unqualified to bargain with him. Knowing this, Enacyrin turned his head angrily and looked at the corner not far away, "Okay, but you have to tell me the list of nobles first." Also, take back the corrosive substances. He seemed very unwilling, and added: "You must ensure that the list is authentic and credible." ”

"Hey, I'm not afraid to lie to a naïve little guy like you. Chico raised his hand and held it in mid-air, and a cloud of yellow substance slowly detached from Ernacillin's body and gathered into his virtual hand, spinning and exuding into the most primitive psionic state.

"Alright, don't blame me if you don't hear me. Chico withdrew his hand and began to introduce to Enasilin: "Most of the dukes are reluctant to contact us, after all, they do not get a lot of benefits from you, but marquis like Haley and Valea, who can barely be regarded as dukes, do have a little business with us - such as manor slaves. There are not many marquis either, only Moreira ......"

Ernacillin listened attentively to his descriptions that some of these nobles had interests in Mafia without the knowledge of the Association, and some had close contact with Mafia without the knowledge of the Association. He found that the lower the rank of the nobles, the closer they came into contact with Maphia.

Enacillicillin propped up his hand for a moment, attracting Chico's attention: "Huh?" he raised an eyebrow and looked at Enacillicillin with interest.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Enacylin's forehead, and Chico felt a chill on his back - his construction was still a little bit closer, but the psionic energy fluctuations that were emitted were clearly discovered by Chico.

Just as he was about to make a direct move, Chico's uncaring voice came into his ears: "Are you recording?"

Enaxirin was slightly stunned, and then said with a natural expression: "Yes." Of course, I have to write down such important evidence. ”

"Okay, okay, okay. Now, you should tell me how to do it, right?" Chico chuckled, sparing him and letting him go back with the list?

Chico ruffled his hair, the corners of his mouth hooked a happy and leisurely arc, and he thought to himself: "Sure enough, he is still a child, and without the protection of elders, I am afraid that even low-level demons can kill him." ”

Chico saw a smile flash on Enacylin's face, and then a feeling of a palm touching came from his shoulder, and the young man's voice came to his ears: "Twisted dreams." ”

A strange twisted, recording-like psionic wave spread from Enacylin's palm, and Chico found himself in a distorted space.

He saw eyeballs floating around him, as if squeezed by an invisible hand, staring at Chico in pain and hatred, staring at him no matter which direction he turned.

In addition, there are many terrifying forms that cannot be described in words, they are distorted and disordered, they cannot be recognized by common sense, they cannot be described by words, and they cannot always look at them directly.

Chico looked at this bizarre space, his mind was in a trance, he felt that something had been stimulating his spirit, and the scene in front of him became more and more distorted and disordered, more and more terrifying. Gradually, a whisper of horror, pain, hatred, and repetition began to appear in his ears. Then Chico felt like the most terrifying and terrifying thing in his heart, they were embodied in form, they were given voices, they had thoughts, they hated Chico madly, they wanted to trap him here forever, let him go crazy out of control, become their kind.

"No...... What kind of place is this? No! No!"

"Leave, yes, I need to get out of here. That's right, I'm leaving, haha. ”

Apparently, Chico began to be influenced by them and gradually became insane.

He was like a psychopath, his expression distorted, one angry and the other laughing, and the chaotic and opposing expressions appeared on his face at the same time, making him look no different from those twisted and disordered things.

......

Anacyrin sat limply on the ground panting for breath, watching as Momo came out of a corner not far away and trapped Chico in his place.

"Whew, it's good to have succeeded, otherwise I'd have to trouble Miss Momo. But speaking of which, he's too easy to get trapped, right?"

Ernacillin was a little puzzled, but he didn't think about so many things now, after all, he had consumed too much, and if it weren't for Miss Mo being in the corner not far away, he wouldn't dare to try to negotiate terms with Chico while constructing the unfinished scene.

"What did you do to him?" Momo stopped moving his fingers for the construction of spiritual magic, curious about what happened to the captive in front of him. The other party is obviously equivalent to an S-class leader-level psionic envoy, and it is hard to imagine where the other party's spirit has fallen into order to become so crazy.

Annacyrin had already regained a small part of his spirituality, and he raised his hand to link the constructed space. The present space is directed towards the spiritual aspect, and it will pull the spirit caught in it into its most fearful emotions, and then manifest those emotions so that the spirit that is pulled into it will become insane.

The constructor does not enter the space, but can "see" the scene inside through a link.

Enaxiline connected to the space, and looked at the inside that had begun to collapse, and the distorted Chico spirit body was a little stunned.

Mo looked at the stunned Ernacillin with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

"Uh......" Ernacillin came back to his senses, hurriedly dismantling the structure, "his spirit body is starting to crumble, and I don't know if he will still be rational after returning to his senses." "Chico is a high-ranking member of Mafia, and he is of great value.

"Collapse?" Mo Mo looked at him thoughtfully, there are few spiritual techniques that can make people's spiritual bodies collapse, and most of them can only be said to be out of control, collapse means that the spiritual body has completely lost its original appearance and has become indescribable in words.

"So, take him back to the association first, and then see if there is any way to recover. Mo carefully constructed a very complex spiritual technique and threw it on Enacillin's body, and Enacillin suddenly felt the pain in his body disappear. Looking down, the originally vague wound had grown granulations, and they were wriggling and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"By the way, you just used the psionic energy of the land to construct that technique?" Momo bent down and cast an additional levitation spell on the Prison Technique, causing it to float with him.

"Yes, since everything is made of psionic energy, then the earth should also be rich in psionic energy. ”

"Well, smart. Mo Mo praised him very rarely.

She glanced at Enacyrin and yawned a little tiredly, "Go back, it's almost over, and you'll be turned back when you go back." She turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped, "After going back this time, there are probably a lot of related things to be busy." ”

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Isn't the matter already settled?

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it so much, but to get by.

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"I've been contacted, Miss Mo is over there, don't worry. Here, however, I have always felt the breath of the demon's retinue. Lin frowned, raised her hand, and a strand of white psionic silk as thin as a hair spread out, and in less than a minute, it was blackened by the aura floating around her.

"And it's full-bodied. That guy is either around here or just got out of here. Sammy touched her chin and quietly let out her psionic energy to explore her surroundings.

"There is another possibility. Gina glanced impatiently at Mafia's interior, "There may be a large number of demonic followers here. ”