In the middle of the day, a gentle breeze swept across the surface of the Crescent Lake, setting waves and towering walls, casting shadows over the nearby streets.

The street in the center of Shenghan was illuminated by the sun, and on the bench outside a certain bakery, Shi Qing sat there a little distractedly, holding a glass of colorful bread in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

The accompanying clerk, Iki, hid ten meters away as if he were hiding from the plague.

This cannot be blamed on the other party for not doing his duty.

In fact, he had visited four nobles who had encountered the bandits in the morning.

Those people either gave sloppy answers or had a perfunctory attitude, and none of them cared about the affairs of the thieves.

Compared to them, Ixi was already more dutiful, and was not scared away by Dahl's purgeed butcher's knife.

In just one morning, I heard that there were as many as 11 families that had been purged, and it seemed that the prison was so crowded that it was almost impossible to live in.

Shi Qing considered, should I visit Dahl in the afternoon?

However, it may not be possible to come up with a satisfactory answer.

If the other party was really behind the scenes, he should have prepared a set of rhetoric a long time ago, and it would be difficult for him to pick out the loopholes.

At this time, he missed Zhao Xiang very much.

As long as Zhao Xiang is here, with that excellent insight and overall view, he will definitely be able to distinguish the truth from the false.

The most important thing is that Zhao Xiang's strong will will not back down.

And Shi Qing can't.

He felt like the air around him had turned into a cage, constantly oppressing himself.

He could no longer see the road ahead, a foreign country, isolated, desperate, and all kinds of emotions flipped up, causing him to become restless.

How good it would be if Xi Yaken came out, Shi Qing let out a long sigh, opened his mouth to bite down on the soft bread, chewed it a few times, and took another sip of milk.

Suddenly, there was a soft buzzing sound, as if it was a bee flying in his ears, Shi Qing's cold hair stood up, and the signs of danger overwhelmed all his troubles, he quickly recited the strengthening spell silently, and the person flew to the left.

At the same time, a thin black slit appeared in the air, and then it opened suddenly, like a wild beast opening its mouth, and even the shape of its sharp teeth could be seen.

There was a click, a crunch of a knife cutting a cucumber, and the open black stitches closed, disappearing along with the area below the elbow of his left hand.

Blood gushed out, Shi Qing let out a terrible scream, and the severe pain completely occupied his brain, causing passers-by to look sideways.

After a short scream, he came back to his senses, and the man quickly hid in an alley on the side, and the healing power stopped the bleeding from the wound.

His mind quickly turned, and judging by the sound, the enemy's position was in the southeast, and the distance was about one hundred and fifty meters to two hundred meters.

Extrapolating the enemy's spell again, it should not be a means for the air to tell the splitting and closing, just now he clearly saw that the inside of the separated black slit was scarlet.

It's not air that's cracking, it's space.

The enemy should be a special one, and that buzzing voice is 100% a precursor to the spell launch.

In the midst of the lightning, many thoughts turned in Shi Qing's mind, and finally came to a conclusion and rushed over from the roof.

His rapid breathing gradually stabilized, and he pricked up his ears to listen, and when he heard a buzzing sound, he did not hesitate, kicked his feet on the ground, and his body quickly rose up to the roof.

Then, his eyes swept to the southeastern street, and there were quite a few people, but none of them looked at it.

Before he could continue to observe, a crack suddenly appeared near his right foot, opening and closing, engulfing his entire right leg in one go.

"Ahhh Shi Qing let out a sharp scream, and the person rolled from the roof to the ground, and the blood from the broken leg rushed out, forming a small pool of blood.

Shi Qing's face was pale, it was impossible, there was no reason for the enemy to anticipate his jumping movement in advance, and the direction from which the voice came, no one looked at him.

Even the dogs on the street are no exception.

In such a situation, he could not think of how the enemy would judge where he was.

The most terrible thing is that he has broken hands and feet, and his combat effectiveness has been weakened by half.

This is a desperate situation, and without a tenacious will to survive, I am afraid that many people will give up on survival here.

He won't.

He didn't give up the chance to live easily, and searched his surroundings with his eyes, hoping to find the enemy.

It was just such a glance that he realized that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that a person has broken hands and feet and sheds a lot of blood, and the passers-by around him are indifferent and avoided, and the mentality of fear of getting into trouble is understandable.

But some people stop there and point at it, and even have a mocking look in their eyes, which seems very abnormal.

Unless......

Shi Qing's eyes lit up suddenly, and his brain quickly came to a new inference that he might have thought wrong before.

Instead of splitting the space at all, the enemy uses sound to create hallucinations, which can also explain why the other party doesn't look at him.

The reason is that all attacks are set up in advance, and as long as you hear a sound, you will be attacked wherever you are.

The other party doesn't need to look at it at all.

If you want to fight this illusion, it is useless to strengthen the limbs of the body, you must strengthen the brain to strengthen your mental power.

Shi Qing's eyes turned around, and he didn't immediately strengthen his brain, he pretended not to know, and continued to lie on the ground, his expression remaining frightened.

At this moment, he seems to be possessed by an Oscar winner, and his performance is vivid.

Hum, there was another soft sound, and he propped up the ground with his right hand, and the man tried to dodge.

The black slit reappeared, one by one, taking away his right hand, the pain was so real, he resisted the desire to scream, and his eyes looked around.

Not surprisingly, the onlookers did not show much horror, as if they had not seen the severed hand.

The nasty bastard waited, and he gritted his teeth in his heart.

After the right hand, then the left foot, and finally the head.

This time, Shi Qing did not continue to support him, and devoted all his Dao power to strengthen his brain in an instant, so as to avoid giving his brain the illusion that I was already dead.

Once this illusion is generated, people are really going to die.

The strengthened brain resisted the hallucination, and he watched as the black slit bit down on his head, but he didn't feel anything, and even the disappeared limbs reappeared.

He was lying on the ground, like a turtle, and there was no trace of blood around him, no wonder he would provoke passers-by to point their fingers.

Thinking of this humiliation, he made up his mind that he couldn't let go of the other party easily.

Shi Qing closed his eyes, tilted his head, put his ears on the ground, and began to pretend to be dead, and listened to the footsteps.

The footsteps of ordinary people often can't hide the force, and the sound sounds loud.

The footsteps of Taoist masters are different, and they often choose to hide the footsteps of their own walking, so as to achieve the realm of stepping on snow without a trace.

Of course, if you want to get to that point, you have to be at the level of a B-level Daoist.

Prior to this, the Taoists would make a faint sound when they walked.

Shi Qing judged who was the enemy based on the sound of footsteps.

After a while, he finally heard two very slight footsteps approaching him from among the many footsteps.

The enemy is coming.