"Bo Yi, I won't let you die in vain." The centaur leader Berma said with an angry expression.

The deceased is the leader's own son, the next heir, if nothing else, the centaur Boyi will be the best young man in the centaur clan, inheriting the unification in the future and carrying forward the glory of the centaur clan.

However, all this came to naught, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.

The leader had tears in his eyes and anger on his head, but reason was not broken.

When he first saw his son's death, he felt an indescribable horror foreknowledge, a warning that should not be easily peeped at.

However, he will not succumb to this feeling.

For the unknown horror warning, ordinary people will only avoid it, but a member of the inner door organization knows a lot of secrets, and he can enhance his spiritual resistance through special items, and at this time, if there is a wave of synaesthesia, he will not die.

And the door organization connects multiple small worlds and multiple mysterious regions, and has collected large and small special items, and the leader himself naturally has corresponding spiritual resistance items in his small inventory, anyway, he is not afraid.

"Let me see who killed you." The leader muttered to himself, took out a bone chain from his storage and put it around his neck, and then took out two bracelets, one on each hand.

Then he took out a strange fruit, which looked like a human being, but the main torso was a strange face.

This is a pure human face, but an unknown race.

The chieftain Boma eats only a small piece of ginseng, which is equivalent to eating one-fifth.

As he ate the ginseng, the ginseng's closed eyes opened and he let out a scream.

The people and horses behind covered their ears, but they couldn't stop the magic sound.

"Back off." The leader said calmly.

"Yes!"

The crowd retreated, far away.

At this time, the leader looked at his son's death, pressed a finger on the forehead of the corpse, closed his eyes, and silently enlarged his senses to absorb the breath emanating from the deceased.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds passed.

The time of synaesthesia went by, and fine sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and was covered in sweat.

"Can't find it?" He frowned deeply.

"No, it's not that I can't find it, I can synesthesia the death scene at that time, such as using dreams to restore the cause of death at that time."

His right hand pressed against the corpse's forehead, and his own spirituality subconsciously guided the inspiration of dream synaesthesia.

However, the leader is not the best person for dream synaesthesia.

He only had a superficial understanding of this technique, so he had to hire someone else.

The chieftain, Boma, turned back into his realm and reported to his people.

"We need a master of dream synaesthesia." He paused and said, "Da Zhang, please." ”

A centaur named Da Zhang came out of the ranks, dressed in an old robe, bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Obey, leader!" ”

Da Zhang came to the corpse with a series of dream synaesthesia tools, and when he looked at it, he immediately felt the nightmare feeling emanating from the deceased's body.

He must have experienced a terrible nightmare, and then died suddenly.

Da Zhang analyzed it in his heart, and told the leader what came to mind in his heart.

"Uh-huh, can you know the specific cause of death, or through dream synaesthesia, watch that dream, and trace the murderer." The leader said anxiously.

Dazhang laid down eight candles around the corpse, cast strange spices, and then looked at the surrounding woods, hanging bone wind chimes on various branches.

"Wind chimes are soul bells, and the sound of bells can't summon souls, but they can deepen the connection between me and him through corpses." Dazhang explained as he calculated the point.

The location of each wind chime is very knowledgeable, and dream synaesthesia is not an ordinary ritual material that can be started.

The leader stood aside half-understandingly.

When the scene was arranged, the wind chimes sounded loudly in the forest, jingling and ringing, evoking the memories of the chief.

The flame of the candle glowed brightly yellow, but as the sound of the wind chimes grew louder and louder, and the terrifying death intent emanating from the deceased, the scene was no longer so bright.

I don't know when, the light on the scene dropped a few notches.

The flame on the candle shook and turned into a deep blue, with a soul-like sense of transparency.

On the field, the old man who was fishing with the centaur's head wide open, bowed his head slightly, his eyelids closed, as if he was asleep.

The leader stood on the outskirts of the ceremony, not stepping into the land of the wind chimes.

No one dared to make a sound, dream synaesthesia required a strict environment, and everyone stood far away and couldn't see the face inside.

After a quarter of an hour's wait.

Dazhang came out of the woods, his face haggard.

"How?" The centaur leader said anxiously.

"It's the power of the curse, someone put a vicious curse on Bo Yi, he accidentally triggered the curse and fell into an infinite loop of nightmares. The man who cast the spell was powerful, it was the most terrible dream I'd ever seen, but the traces he left behind were so deep that I could synesthesia the murderer's face. Dazhang breathed a sigh of relief before saying.

"Who's the murderer?" The leader asked urgently.

"Not yet, I don't have enough mental strength right now, and I need to rest." Da Zhang shook his head, just performing dream synaesthesia on the deceased cost him a lot of brain cells.

Moreover, the deceased is not the freshest corpse, it has been dead for at least a few hours!

In this case, with each minute that passes, the freshness decreases a little bit, and the difficulty of synaesthesia increases a little bit.

A little bit is not much, but it adds up, and after two or three days, synaesthesia will be extremely difficult.

Dazhang knew that if he had synaesthesia after resting, he would miss the best synaesthesia window, but his mental power was really not enough, and even if the reincarnation-like nightmare dream was not aimed at his dream, it also made him, a voyeur dreamer, feel tired, and he was almost fooled by the dream and couldn't get out.

"Didn't you use the spirit resistance items I gave you earlier?" The leader said unexpectedly.

He himself knew that dream synaesthesia was dangerous, and if he encountered some dangerous dreams, he might be planted in them.

The leader gave him some items to strengthen his mental resistance, all because of his haggard appearance, he had never seen him so tired.

"I have spiritual tonics here, you can take a few tonic for your body."

"Thanks, I'll get some sleep and wake me up in four hours." Dazhang is not polite, seeing the color of the fruit, his intuition thinks that this is a big tonic.

However, no matter how much you make up for it, you have to let your soul sleep normally through self-sleep, otherwise if you keep going to the liver, you will only lose your own foundation, and the gains outweigh the losses.

……

The other side.

Kemon once again took off his black robe as a scholar and embarked on a journey of discovery.

The world behind the door, Kemon is quite curious.

Last time, the Gate Organization set up a bureau to contain Kemon, and this time Kemeng fought a blitzkrieg, and before they could react, they explored another wave.

This time it is estimated that it will also be a failure, but people always have to try, what if someone relaxes?