Depend?

Ernacillin even suspected that he had lost his eyes. A monster will become attached to him? No kidding.

He wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but he only felt a strong gust of air emerge from the monster. The gust of air surged, creating an extremely strong wind. The wind made his eyes dry and painful, and he had no choice but to close them tightly.

He can't open his eyes now, he can only feel the strength of the wind to judge the situation at this time.

The wind gradually subsided, and Ernacillin hurriedly opened his eyes to look at the monster's location, and he found that the monster that should have been lying there was gone, and only one eyeball with bloodshot whites and golden pupils was lying there quietly.

The eyeball does not give people a bloody and disgusting feeling, on the contrary, the golden pupil is crystal clear, without a little impurity, like the clearest gem, although the white of the eye is bloodshot, but it does not destroy the cleanliness and purity of the pupil, but adds a lot of mystery and weirdness, making this eyeball like a precious handicraft from ancient times.

It lay quietly on the ground, and the false light in the upside-down studio shone on it, reflecting a beautiful and alluring golden light.

Finding no sign of the monster, Ernacillin sighed a little disappointed, wondering why the monster looked at him with a hint of attachment.

"It's a pity. ”

He shook his head, regretting that his curiosity had not been satisfied.

Enacillin crouched down on his knees and carefully examined the eyeball, which was as beautiful and strange as an ancient artifact.

"It's pretty good. ”

He gathered a bit of psionic energy and constructed a pair of ordinary gloves to put on.

"Sure enough, psionic energy is really convenient and easy to use, and although it can't be used to turn constructed objects into real things like psionic energy that specializes in the construction of objects, it's not bad that I can only construct a shape when I use it. Enercillin sighed in his heart that psionic beings are so convenient in daily life, and those who understand all the structures of a substance down to the arrangement of psionic molecules can make life more convenient.

To put it simply, all kinds of pots and pans, food and drinks and other everyday items needed for life can be constructed with spiritual energy, comparable to the Creator. Unfortunately, very few people can do this, and the arrangement of psionic molecules is so complicated that they cannot be seen with the naked eye, let alone master, and it is extremely difficult to write them down completely. Those who can master the arrangement of the same object are already extremely rare and need to be protected, how can such people deliberately study the structure of daily necessities? Isn't it good to directly process and synthesize in the traditional way?

Ernacillin stretched out his gloved hand, cautiously touched the eyeball with the tip of his left index finger, and held the drawing card "Dagger" in his right hand. He wasn't sure if it was dangerous, so he could only test it for now, and if it was dangerous, he would immediately cut off the tip of his left index finger.

The loss of a fingertip of his left hand did not affect him much, and such a price was much better than the outright loss of life.

As for why you don't use a dagger? What if something that looks very precious is damaged by a dagger?

Ernacillin cautiously touched the eyeball, and when he saw that there was no danger, he opened his palm and held the entire eyeball in front of him.

"Hmm...... Except for the good looks, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it......"

Ernacillin tilted his head suspiciously, frowning and looking at the delicate eyeballs in his palm, feeling like a souvenir after clearing the game, beautiful and collectible, but useless.

He shrugged his shoulders and said to himself nonchalantly:

"Forget it, let's put it away first, it's not bad to be a souvenir, it's pretty good. I really don't know how to ask Mingnuo again......"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly paused.

Holding his eyeballs, he slowly got up after putting away the upside-down studio, and looked around carefully.

This place, very wrong!

Ever since he entered here, Minno hadn't been seen again, and even he had forgotten that there was such a being in his consciousness.

Since Mingnuo can communicate with him in reality, no matter what happens to Ernacillrin, he likes to come out and comment a few words, and Ernacillin has also developed the habit of asking him when he encounters something he doesn't understand.

But today, not only did Minno not say a word, but even Enacyrin automatically forgot about his existence when he encountered such a monster. Judging by how much Ernacillin relied on him, this is absolutely impossible to happen. He tried to connect with Minno in his mind, but no matter what he did, there was no response in his mind.

Anacyrin looked around vigilantly and carefully, and found that it was still the darker passageway, still so oppressive.

"Well, there was no change of scene based on my thoughts, and there was no collapse because I realized something was wrong, it doesn't seem like a dream......"

Enaicillin lifted his glasses and began to analyze the current situation.

"What the hell is this place?Illusion?Illusion?Or am I still in reality?The leader of the organization is a little strange that he can isolate Mr. Minno from me. ”

He tried to analyze the current situation, but he couldn't come up with any answers.

"No, the existing conditions are too few, so we can only do what Ed said first and keep going. Hiss...... In this way, Ed is not very credible, he said that you must not turn a corner, but I was attacked without a corner. ”

Ernacillin felt strange, according to Ed's logic, as long as he didn't turn around, he would never be in danger. After all, this place is where the leader of the organization is located, so it's impossible not to even give him a way out, right?

As for the monster just now, he seemed to be able to deal with it easily without any injuries except for a few cuts that had been cut open by the strong wind, but in fact, it was because the scene of "Upside Down Studio" itself was extremely restrained by this monster. Like the move with a huge coverage and extremely high attack power just now, if Ernacillin didn't change the direction of his force, then his fate would be the same as what this monster had just done, or even worse.

And this floor is where the leader of the organization, Lutesi, works and lives, who would put this kind of thing in the corridor of their home that creates monsters according to the ideas of the entrants?

Because of this, Eneracillin prefers to believe that what Ed said is the truth, as long as he doesn't turn around, there will be no problem.

Then the problem is obvious.

Ernacillin had a bold guess, albeit somewhat absurdly unreasonable, but not impossible:

Perhaps, from the first fork, Eneracillin has been turning and has never walked the straight!

It's a very no-brainer, but if you assume that a being deliberately misleads him into the illusion that he's walking in a straight line, everything makes sense.

As for why the Supreme Being did something to him, Ernacillin guessed that it had something to do with Mr. Minno's existence, otherwise it would be impossible for him to attract the attention of an existence that could mislead him. This would explain why he subconsciously ignored the existence of Minno, why he found that the corresponding objects appeared according to his thoughts at the bend and deliberately imagined those things that were extremely dangerous to look at, leading to the appearance of monsters.

However, these are just enaicillin's speculations, and no conclusions can be made without verification.

He stopped, constructing a black, opaque cloth over his eyes.

A person's eyes can be misled, but spirituality cannot. Spirituality is a very mysterious thing, and many times a person seems to be lucky enough to avoid some calamity, but in fact, it is because the spirit has a premonition of danger, so it drives people to do that coincidental behavior.

Ernacillin intends to test his idea, and the way to do so is simple—to rely on his spirituality to make a straight line.

He believed in his own spirituality, and he was extremely spiritual, as evidenced by the spiritual light that was attracted.

He blindfolded, and after taking a moment to overcome his subconscious fear and discomfort with the darkness, he relaxed his body and mind and walked straight in what he thought was the right line.

......

"Huh, it's been discovered, it's not interesting. ”

A magnetic voice sounded, obviously disappointed, but there was an unbridled smile in that voice.

"Alas, it's obviously playing chess, but your chess pieces have lost mine, isn't it a bit too much?"

The voice didn't know who it was talking to, and it was regretful.

“...... That was his decision. Also, he's not my pawn. ”

If Enacillicillin was here, he would definitely not fail to hear that this voice belonged to Minnuo, who he couldn't contact now.

It's just that his tone is not as bad as when he usually talks to Enacylin, so careless. At this moment, he spoke in a tone like that of a god sitting in a high position, looking down indifferently at the disrespectful, indifferently recounting a fact.

"Oh, as indifferent as you, you would say such things?"

The voice grew worse.

"But also, he's her student...... Well, it's better to use Him as a substitute. ”

"Enough. ”

Mingnuo's voice still didn't fluctuate, but the voice didn't mention it again.

"Since you won't let me mention it, let's change the subject. ”

"For example...... Tell me about my father?"

“......”

Minno didn't answer immediately, and the voice waited patiently for his answer.

"It's a taboo that can't be mentioned. ”

For a long time, he spat out this sentence flatly.

"Look, it's that sentence again. ”

The voice seemed to have anticipated his answer, and laughed more and more presumptuously, as if not caring:

No matter how many times you ask, it's the same attitude. So you are, and so are your faithful servants of God. ”

The voice suddenly turned cold, and there was a little more sarcasm in his tone, "I'm really curious, what the little guy's reaction is when he finds out who you are." ”

"So?"

Ming Nuo didn't care, and his tone was extremely flat: "So what do you think he thinks is his reaction when he sees you?"

"Run, tremble, who's going to know?" the voice didn't care, it was just a small snack in captivity, no matter how funny it was.