The old man took the Psychic Warlock out of the bazaar and came to another block. ([].) It's closer to the center of the city, and the architecture is a bit more magnificent. And the road is not a yellow-brick road like Tyre, nor is it a road with bare sand and dust, but a smooth avenue of glass. Ram's Witch King, Abellachili, seems to have excelled in sculpting magic, so he burned this glass-like pavement.

There are also a number of statues along the streets, but they all seem to have been used as gallows. The statues all looked similar, a handsome, tall male elf with one hand held diagonally upward. The stone face is lifelike, expressing that pride and pride vividly, as if a real king was greeting his subjects.

But now, the statues' outstretched hands were tied with hangings, and each rope hung a dried elven corpse. As soon as the wind blew, the corpses swayed from side to side. Oily green flies flew around the corpse, densely packed and buzzing.

The scavengers of Ram City do not seem to have the same preference for the eyes of the dead as their counterparts in Tyre, so most of the shriveled and wrinkled heads of these corpses still have half-rotten eyes, which look disgusting. In addition to the elves, there are several dwarven corpses hanging, although they may also be halflings, or children of human elves. The half-giant is probably too big to hang, so he can only use the method of chopping.

As the two of them passed through the area, they came across Ram's Templars executing a group of demigiants, while idle idlers surrounded the execution grounds. Listening to the loud announcement of the leading Templar, it seemed that these half-giants had been controlled by someone's psionic power, which had ruined the Templars' affairs. Because of the fear that the perpetrators would plant a deep hint of delay in the minds of this group of demi-giants, they must be executed en masse and exterminated.

The psychic warlocks had a feeling that these Templars were not really trying to prevent possible consequences, but simply wanted to kill a group of inhuman races to vent their anger. The half-giants looked like they were just caravan hired guards, and because they weren't human, they were out of luck.

Half-giants, also known as Gloya, are much taller than humans and have far more muscles. However, although they have a big head, they are not smart, and they are also very backward culturally. Most of the half-giants survived as mercenaries or caravan guards, or they became desert robbers.

In the face of Ram's Templar and death, the half-giant's attitude was quite calm. The Psychic Warlock saw a half-giant speak, his voice as loud as a bell, and he could hear it clearly from afar.

"I am not afraid of death," he said, "but I want to face a qiē when I die as I do when I live." Therefore, I beg you not to let me die on my knees, but to stand in front of me and kill me. ”

What the Templar had answered, Muhadi did not hear. However, he saw that the Templar machete, the scimitar skirt, the sakura you road, the tax payment, the twilight astatine, the apology, the haze, the twilight, the shaking, the pretense, the Nakip Qian, the ship for the Nuo Gu, the Meng, the Kang, the Jiaogu, the gray food, the order, the nuclear lazy ship, the lie

Another Templar grabbed the corpse's head and sawed it off with a scimitar.

The half-giant has a hard neck, and the bones can easily get stuck in the scimitar. So it took a while for the Templar to pull the sword out of the corpse. By this time, the next half-giant had already been staked.

"I'm a Grea. "I don't care about death, but I've always been curious about a question. In the end, it is the heart or the brain that produces consciousness. Now is the time to answer this question and cut off my head. If my heart were still conscious, I would raise my hand. ”

The Templars quickly killed the half-giant, but of course, he was unable to raise his hand after his head was cut off.

The scene was too stupid for Muhathir to look at, and he turned his attention back to the old man. The latter led the way in silence, with suppressed anger swirling in his head.

Along the glass avenue, a statue of a woman is placed in front of a two-story building. It was originally carved out of white marble, but now there is no white place to be seen. The statue's current owner repainted it with exaggerated colors, obscuring the stone's true color.

The image of this statue is of a naked woman with her arms outstretched without clothes. If it's a piece of pure white, it's good to say, but now this colored form is easy to make people blush and cause bad associations. The Psychic Warlock didn't just wonder what it meant to have such a statue here.

"It's a statue of an unknown goddess of antiquity, boy, a few years ago a gang of antiquities hunters dug up from the ancient ruins of which bird doesn't. The valuable equipment and antiques were sold to the caravan, and the remaining statue was sold to the brothel. The old man, Khwarazmi, seemed to notice that the Psychic Warlock was looking at the statue, and explained casually.

When Muhathir looked closely, he saw that it was a brothel. Although there are no signs, there are strange men coming and going from time to time. With a little psionic sense, you can see that there are many happy men and women in the house. However, it is ironic that brothels actually use ancient gods to attract customers.

Khorazmi entered the brothel through a side door with the Psychic Warlock, who was secretly on guard and attentive to his surroundings. But to his surprise, there was no sign of an ambush here.

The brothel was poorly furnished, the wooden floors were tattered and creaking. Some of the planks were rotten and had not been replaced, so one had to try not to step on them. The corridor of the brothel was flanked by rooms and had no doors, just cloth. Half-naked women, female elves come and go, and some bold ones secretly throw a wink at the psychic warlock.

"I didn't expect that. The Psychic said, "You live in such a place. ”

"Can I still surprise the Psychic Warlock for a moment? The old man said angrily.

Muhadi paid attention to his surroundings, there were no pheromones left behind by the face dancer. Would the Assassins be hiding in such a place? he wasn't sure.

When the two entered, some of the prostitutes in the brothel noticed them. However, the old man, Hua Lazimi, obviously did not arouse the interest of the women, and his expression did not look like a customer who was willing to spend money. A silver prostitute seemed to have some interest in the Psychmancer, her mind swirling with words and phrases to talk about, as if figuring out how to speak.

The old man led Muhati up a staircase, leaving behind the silver prostitute who was flirting with her. Upstairs seems to be a kitchen-like place, where two fat women dressed as slaves are cooking. They heard the noise and turned their heads to glare at the two who had broken in. The younger of the two had a large swollen breast, dark blue veins visible on her bare skin, but she was old enough to be a psychic mother. And the older one is old enough to be this younger mother.

The two cooks did not stop them, and Kharazimi walked through the kitchen into an elegantly furnished living room. On the wall of the house hangs an ancient tapestry depicting a samurai hunting an unknown monster.

"I've guessed this place, and you're willing to have a good chat with me. ”

"Declare in advance that this brothel is owned by my son and has nothing to do with me. As soon as the old man sat down on the ground, as if he wanted to clear up some misunderstanding, he spoke up.

"What a respectable businessman. The Psychic Warlock commented, "But I don't care what this business has to do with you. I just want to know, what the hell do you know about the gang of assassins who call themselves Face Dancers?"

The psychic mancer is straight to the point, while alertly paying attention to the other party's psychological changes. But it's a pity that the other party doesn't seem to have leaked his true thoughts.

Khora stared at Muhadi's eyes and said word by word, "Yes." But I'm not going to share it with anyone. ”

"If you really thought that, you wouldn't have brought me here. Muhathir noted, "Or is there an Assassin ambush here?"

When the Psychomancer stepped into the brothel, he kept an eye out for traps. Because the face dancers were able to avoid psionic detection, he had to use the traditional stupid method of seeing with his eyes.

Not with his own eyes, of course. He invaded the minds of the people in the brothel through his psychic powers, and his eyes saw every inch of it.

Doing so is very difficult even for Muhathir now. If it had been a month ago, he would not have been able to invade the minds of so many people in a row. Now he can barely do this, but he doesn't dare to invade too many people at the same time, so he can only spend more time doing it in batches. No matter how much psionic levels increase, the human brain can't process the information that so many eyes see at the same time.

That alone doesn't guarantee safety. But at least come prepared, and Muhathir feels that he can always escape if he wants to.

"You arrogant guy will be punished, there is no need to set a trap to ambush you. The old man said, "I'm just worried that when you get your retribution, the knowledge you have in your head will be lost." ”

"I also learned psionic abilities from others. Moreover, the skill of using psionic energy varies from person to person, and what I know may be meaningless to other psionic beings. The Psychic Warlock said.

"Who cares about those crude things?!" the old man had an angry look on his face. "I'm referring to your mathematical prowess. ”

Muhati was silent for a moment, "I don't see that you are still interested in this." But I want to say that all I care about is information about the face dancer. If you can provide me with their information, I may consider helping you. "The Psychic Warlock thought to himself, I am afraid that I will use violent means to brainwash you afterwards, so as not to startle the dancer in the face, and your wish may not be fulfilled.

"Hmph. The old man snorted angrily, "You first write down what you know, and then I can tell you what you want to hear." Without my cooperation, it would be absolutely impossible for you to dig something out of my old head. ”

It wasn't easy, and Muhati admitted in his heart that the old man had probably learned some way to resist psionic powers, and even he might be an untouchable person, and his deep consciousness psionic beings couldn't touch him.

Muhadi was silent, and when he spoke again, he had a confident expression. "How can you prove that you really have what I need, and if I give me my knowledge and you can't give me the information of the face dancer, then I'm not falling for you?"

"If I lie to you, you can kill me. ”

The Psychic shook his head. "What's the use of killing you, there are a lot of spells or psionic powers that can resurrect your body and soul in another place after you die. Or teleport your knowledge to another place with psychic abilities. Even if I kill you, I may not be able to stop these things. ”

"And how can you be sure?"

Muhadi tapped the ground with his slender fingers, "As a psychic man, I don't need to rely on the inefficient means of pen and paper to transmit knowledge. I can pour fragments of thought directly into your head. ”

"At the same time, I also have some skills to be able to judge lies and false thoughts. But I need your cooperation so that I can probe your heart. ”

The old man immediately shook his head, "This can't be. I can't. ”

"Can't do it?" Muhadi noticed the other man's rhetoric, "Still can't do it?"

"I can't do it. The old man wrinkled every day, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "You're not from Ram, I'm right. ”

Muhadi nodded, he didn't need to hide it, and he couldn't hide it. He accompanied Prince Corwin into the city that day, and saw a lot of people.

"And do you know what an untouchable is?" Khora asked the Psychic Warlock.

Muhadi naturally knew what it was, and he himself was untouchable. Such human minds seem to have a natural resistance to psionic powers, and psionics can see their emotions and superficial thoughts, but cannot perceive the secrets of their deep minds. Of course, monsters like the primordial warlock Rajat may not be subject to this restriction.

He nodded, "A little bit of it." These people are resistant to psionic energy. ”

"It's not just resistance. Kharazi pouted. "The untouchable, or a weapon. ”

Muhadi didn't know this, and he raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, I want to hear it. ”

"There are many origins of untouchable people, some of them from their own strange experiences, and some of them because of special diseases. But these are the few, the largest part of the untouchables, originating from the creation of the Witch King. ”

At this point, Khorezmi paused, and then continued: "More than seven hundred years ago, a mad psychiocracy who called himself a puppeteer caused trouble with Ram, you know. ”

The puppeteer suddenly appeared at the auction, and the Templars seemed to have taken some means to control the information in order to prevent the panic from spreading, so many civilians in Ram City did not know that this troublesome Great Psychic Warlock was the one from seven hundred years ago. Khorezmi couldn't have imagined that the madman in his mouth had returned to Ram at this time.

"I know a little. Muhathir said.

"The puppeteer is crazy, but he's also a formidable opponent. His psionic evil spell can bewitch thousands of souls in an instant. Although the Grand Villa Abellachiri succeeded in eliminating the puppeteer seven hundred years ago, she feared that there would be an opponent who was good at manipulating people's hearts in the future, so she wanted to prescribe a means of restraining psionic energy. ”

Grand Vickyl is a self-proclaimed title of the Ram Witch King Abellachili, and this is naturally known to the telemagicians. However, it was the first time he had heard of Abela Chili to create an untouchable person, so it was quite possible if he thought about it. The Witch King was obviously afraid that the Psionic would incite a slave revolt, and it was understandable to do something to prevent it. It would be strange if she was indifferent despite seeing a potential threat.

"Abellachiri initially tried to create a city-state-sized psionic suppression circle, but it was unsuccessful. After that, she turned to trying to make ordinary people gain resistance to psionic energy, so that psionics could not easily control her people. ”

"She uses powerful magic that no one knows to know about transforming some people into untouchables. Although these people are not completely immune to psionic influences, they are able to keep their innermost secrets in front of psionic powers. Even if it wasn't ideal, the Witch King had dared to appoint these people as his soldiers and officials, and he no longer had to worry about them being dug up by psionics. ”

Karak, the Witch King of Tyre, must have thought his rule was rock solid before he perished, and Muhadi wondered if this Abelachli had the same idea as Karak before the revolution. Creating such a group of untouchables who can only maintain a minimum of psionic energy is really hard to say how much effect it has on the Great Psychic Warlock. The Psychic Warlock felt that the Witch King might have other plans, but he was hiding his true purpose.

"There is a high probability that the trait of untouchables will be inherited by blood, so for 700 years, there have been a large number of Rams who have become untouchables. Even if a great psychic warlock came to make trouble, it would not be very effective. A riot like the one that was born not long ago could never be repeated in Ram. The old man came to a conclusion with certainty.

"It's a funny stuff, but how do you know so much?"

"These histories are recorded in ancient books, and those who have a heart can naturally find them. It is not surprising that modern people do not know how to learn. ”

Muhadi nodded. "But what does this have to do with the information I want to know about the face dancer? ”

"The origin of the face dancer is related to the untouchable. The old man said simply. "That's all I can say, unless you tell me all the knowledge of your heart. As I said before, I'm an untouchable person, and even if you do it, it's useless. ”

Muhadi groaned and decided to trust the other party for once. "It looks like I'm going to have to take a risk, but there's one more thing I want to know. Why do you have such an interest in mathematics, it's a rare hobby in Artas. ”

"Some people like women, some people like swords. And I like math, isn't that strange?" said the old man disdainfully. "It's impossible to comment on the taste. You'd better keep that in mind. ”

The Psychic shrugged, "Then sit still and try to empty your brain and don't think nonsense." The process of instilling knowledge with psionic energy is somewhat unbearable for ordinary people, and symptoms such as hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, amnesia, or schizophrenia may occur. However, I believe that you have the protection of 'karma', so naturally you are not afraid of this. ”

Khorazmi ignored the sarcasm in Muhadi's tone, "Remember, I can only tell you about the face dancer." ”

The Psychic Warlock didn't say anything more, and began to concentrate, preparing to display his psionic powers. Communicating directly at the level of consciousness is not a complicated ability. However, the amount of information that is usually transmitted by psionic energy is very small, and directly instilling too much content may really drive people crazy.

The mathematical knowledge on Earth is vast and profound, and the accumulation of thousands of years is not trivial. Although Muhathir is not specialized in this, he has also dabbled in a lot of content based on his interest. He tilted Gauss's mathematical system from Euclid to Euler into each other's minds. Of course, in order to prevent revealing his secrets, Muhathir hid the parts of this knowledge that might reveal his origins.

The psychic sorcerer looked at the other party's expression with interest, as he took in a lot of information. The old man's expression went blank for a moment, and then his wide-open eyes rolled quickly, and an indistinguishable voice came out of his mouth. White foam emerged from the corners of his mouth, but fortunately he was not incontinent yet.

While the other party was digesting the knowledge he had received, Muhadi re-channeled his psionic probes and scanned the brothel.

The merry-seeking guest and the smiling prostitute had nothing to pay attention to, but the psychic had noticed a man who was neither a guest nor a prostitute. He is fat, wraps himself like a stuffed goose, and when he sits down, his big butt can form a meat pad. There are always more than two slave girls by his side, sometimes drinking water and sometimes wiping sweat.

On closer inspection, Muhadi revealed that this person was the brave Olaf who had bid for slaves with him outside the city of Ram. Prince Corwin once introduced this man as a well-known brothel owner, who bought a large number of slave girls to earn him a steady stream of gold.

Through the eyes of others, Muhadi saw Olaf questioning the people in the brothel. He seemed upset when he learned that Khorezmi had brought Muhadi to his brothel. Soon, he took a few people with him and rushed angrily towards the reception room behind the kitchen.

With a snap, the door to the reception room was opened by Olaf's men. Two armed men broke into the room first, the scimitars they wore on their waists were of good quality, and they looked quite athletic, but they couldn't help the current Muhadi.

Olaf followed the two bodyguards, his size making it difficult for him to squeeze through the door. It looks like a clumsy dwarf elephant, desperately trying to get through the cracks in the iron railing. When he reached the room, Muhathir noticed two other women behind him, presumably his maids. I was completely blocked by Olaf's fat figure before, and I didn't even see it.

Olaf became a little furious when he saw Khwarazmi's demented face. "What did you do, freak!" he seemed to pounce on himself and strangle the Psychic Warlock. Two of his men drew their knives and approached from both directions.

The psychic warlock was hesitating whether to make a move, but the old man Hua Razimi came to his senses. When he saw Olaf coming up with people with teeth and claws, he couldn't help but drink: "What do you want to do?!"

Olaf's two men were stunned, not knowing who to listen to. The big fat man himself said calmly, "Don't be fooled, hurry up and do it, this must be a freak who used psionic energy to control my father!"

Muhati was stunned, it turned out that the other party was the son of the old man Khwarazmi, and he knew that he was a psychic man. But in that case, why did he dare to do it? Did he think that if a psychic warlock could control it, he couldn't control it?

He used his psionic powers to spy on Olaf's thoughts, and Olaf was not untouchable, and sure enough, he found the answer to the mystery. It turned out that Khwarazmi father and son were not compatible, and Olaf always hated that his father was pointing fingers at him for opening a brothel, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to do it for the old man. But Hua Lazimi is very healthy, and he never goes far away, so he can't die. So the son wanted to simply do it himself and make a cameo appearance in the laws of nature.

Whether Kharazi Mi was really accused by the Psychic Warlock, Olaf didn't know, he just wanted to find an excuse to slaughter the old man. As for the Psychic Warlock, he didn't think he would interfere with his father's murder, the old man had a very strange temper, how could he have a relationship with a freak like a psionic?

Olaf is fat and fat, and he is not ambiguous in doing things. Two of his men listened to their master's orders, and swung their swords at the old man. He magically pulled out a small dagger from his waist out of nowhere, and Muhathir guessed that he must have hidden it in the crack of his buttocks. There was a mechanism on the dagger, and with a whoosh, the blade popped out and shot straight at Khorazimi.

The old man was shocked, "How dare you do it to me!" Muhadi saw that if he didn't interfere, something would happen. So he shook the two scimitar-wielding men with a psychic blast, and then used the ability of the psychic manipulation to knock the dagger flying.

Olaf saw that the telemancer had intervened, and a look of regret flashed through his eyes, and he immediately dropped the dagger in his hand, raised his hands, and exclaimed, "Wait, don't do it!"

But the two maids behind him actually pulled out a dagger and rushed towards Muhadi. However, the maids were clumsy and had clearly not learned the way of swords. Olaf saw that they were going to do something bad, and he withdrew his raised hand, and one by one, he took the two maids by the hand.

"What the hell is going on?!" said Khwarazmi, with an angry expression.

"This ......" Olaf saw that he couldn't clean up the old man today, and hurriedly explained. "I thought you were being controlled by this psionic monster, so I want to help you break free from his control!"

"Hmph. The old man's brain is not stupid, so he can naturally see that this is clearly perfunctory. But he has no intention of pursuing it now, the knowledge he just got makes him feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, even if he dies at this moment, he has no regrets. "I'm fine, you get out of here with your own people!"

"Wait," Olaf said, pointing at Muhadi. "This man is from Corwin! What are you bringing such a thing to your house for?! Have you forgotten how your mother died?"

"Corwin?" repeated the name, "I don't care, what he's done in the past has nothing to do with me." ”

This is the third time Muhadi has heard someone mention Corwin, and it seems that everyone who mentions this prince is mysteriously mentioning how strange Corwin is. What secrets does this partner have in the past?

The old man Kharazi is untouchable, and his memories cannot be read by himself. This Olaf did not inherit his father's characteristics, so Muhati decided to attack him.

The will of the telemancer pierced the mind of the big fat man like a razor cutting through cream. Muhadi casually examined each other's thoughts as easily as he walked through a library. Looking for it, his attitude gradually became solemn.

Olaf has no memory of Corwin in his head?! Even the dead mother he just mentioned has no real memory.

Further investigation revealed that Olaf's soul had been manipulated. It's no surprise that psionic energy can distort memories and even thoughts. It is also common to use spiritual energy to change a person's perception or even feelings. But this kind of transformation in the brain of the big fat man is not the same as the above.

According to the psychic man's judgment, Olaf's brain modification is similar to that of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the memory tampering part is added. Specifically, once the name "Corwin" is mentioned, Olaf will forcibly give Prince Corwin a very strange and terrible evaluation. And he himself was completely unaware that he had been manipulated at this point. Even his memories can be slightly altered at such times to make him more convinced that his judgment is not manipulated by external forces.

Muhadi had heard from Lyra that some of the Great Psychic Warlocks, who were extremely concerned about the evaluation of others, would use similar techniques to transform others. For example, there was once a great psychic who transformed all his childhood acquaintances so that when they talked about themselves, even if the telemancer himself was not present, they would praise how outstanding they had been since childhood.

His methods are very secretive, and no one noticed them at first. It wasn't until later that there was a psychic warlock who was not on the right path with him, wondering why his opponent was so popular when he was a child? From a psychological point of view, no matter how gregarious people are, there are always some opponents. And this person's childhood friends talked about him with a mouth full of praise, and there was no negative evaluation at all, which is really strange. After careful investigation, he realized that he was an adversary, and he had artificially tampered with other people's souls with psionic powers.

But that psychic warlock had only transformed a few people. Muhadi met several people who had nothing to do with each other, and they all unanimously claimed that Prince Corwin was very eccentric, and if they were all transformed, who did they look like, and how many of them were transformed, and what was the purpose of doing so?

Corwin himself, does he know that his influence in the hearts of others is a trace of manipulation?

Muhadi's thoughts were spinning fast, and he used his psionic powers to spy on Olaf's memories and think about Corwin, all for a short moment. The big fat man just felt a pain in his head and a flower in front of his eyes, but then he returned to normal. He thought it wouldn't be good to stay with the psionic freaks, so he wanted to slip away first. But his two stunned men couldn't move yet, and the two handmaidens were like crazy, trying to pounce on the telemagician.

Olaf's fat hand pulled the two handmaidens back and hid them behind him, he said to the Psychic Warlock. "Freak, don't stay in my brothel for too long. Otherwise, the guests will all be impotent by you!"

Muhati replied, "At least I won't hide behind my men and women, and only dare to sneak up on toys like spring daggers." ”

Before Olaf could reply, a maid behind him interjected. "Tyr's executioner, even a woman dares to face you, how long do you think you can be arrogant?"

"How do you know I'm from Tyre. ”

"There are no secrets in this city, and you haven't tried to hide it. The woman's voice came from behind the fat man.

"I fought for the revolution, not an executioner. "The psychic sorcerer told the woman.

The maid poked her head out from behind the big fat man, and Olaf nervously looked at the Psychic Warlock, and then at the two stunned guards, cursing at them for not coming to their senses. "Say to my dead parents, executioner. On the day of the riot, the gladiators stormed my house, smashed my brother's and father's heads in front of me, and then raped and killed my mother with their bloody hands and brains. ”

"What did they do wrong? Their money is not earned by exploiting slaves, they are honest merchants!" the girl shouted and kicked, but was stopped by Olaf and could not rush up.

"So, both of you, descendants of the old nobles of Tyre, fled to the city of Ram and entered the brothel of Olaf. Muhathir said. "In a revolution, there must be sacrifices, and this is unavoidable. ”

"I'm just a slave. Said another maid hiding behind Olaf. "But I also escaped from Tyre. You can't imagine what it was like in the city in the first days after the revolution. The magic of Rikas's gladiators and Shatiri's ability to kill the Witch King's minions and murderous slavers. But magic and swords cannot feed hungry children and heal sick mothers. So I fled here. Please, don't turn Ram into a place like Tyr, and let me live in peace. ”

Muhadi wanted to punish Olaf and his men, but when he heard this, he suddenly lost his mood, "You heard what Khorezmi said, get out." ”

The two men with scimitars also came to their senses from the shock, and Olaf took the two maids, called his thugs, and walked back the way he came. Then I heard a clang, and the sound of falling things came from outside the door.

Olaf and Khorezmi, father and son, though at odds, thought Muhadi, were both opponents of the Tyre Revolution. The former sheltered many of the exiles who had escaped from Tyre, while the latter took to the streets every day to propagate the fallacies of submissive reasoning, and that there was indeed a father and a son.

"Back to business. Muhadi said to Khorezmi. "Are you satisfied with what I've taught you?"

"Where did you learn this? It's just ...... Priceless wealth. The old man was so shocked that he even forgot what he had just done.

"Somewhere. The psychic said, "How's that, impressive?"

"Can't you imagine that this knowledge can turn Atas upside down, and with this, I can ......," he began, gushing about his great ideas. The Psychic Warlock interrupted him, "Just tell me about the Face Dancer, and you can do it yourself to change Atas." ”

The old man looked incredulous, but after a while, he said, "Just like I mentioned before." Face dancers, related to the untouchable. ”

"Abellachiri carried out a century-long practice in order to create a people who could resist psionic powers. She built secret facilities in the desert to send prisoners, traitors, and those who disobeyed her to serve as material for the real yàn. ”

"What is the process of real yàn, outsiders can only guess. The inside of the Witch King's secret facility is top secret, and anything could have happened in the dark prison under the desert. ”

"It was supposed to be like this, batches of real products were transported to the desert and waited to die in the dark. However, even the most perfect system has loopholes, and one man escaped from a black prison in the desert underground. ”

She had escaped from the gutters of the Black Prison, a 500-foot pipe made of stone slabs, the walls of which had been pitted and covered with unknown mold and slimy by years of corrosion. Because of the narrow space, it is impossible for men to squeeze into the gutter, and although children and women can squeeze in, their shoulders will be tightly attached to the inner wall, and their arms will not move. ”

"The pipe is used to drain the venom produced by Shiyàn, as well as the fecal wastewater. In that pipe, you can only move forward little by little, there is no light, there is no end. The pungent stench is almost suffocating, and certain creatures that live in the dark and have slippery skin crawl around on people. ”

"She was lucky that day, the Witch King's detection magic in the black prison had gone wrong, and no one had escaped. And at the end of that gutter, there is a cave, which is the remains of a dry underground water system. The cave is well connected to some unknown ancient ruins. ”

"It can't be. Muhathir said. "If the hole left by the underground water system is only five hundred feet away from the black prison, then the witch king cannot be revealed. ”

The old man rolled his eyes. "I'm only responsible for what I know, believe it or not. ”

The Psychic was silent as the old man continued. She escaped from the black prison and lived alone in the underground ruins for three years for fear of being captured by the Witch King. Ru Mao drank blood and did not see the light of day. Underground she hunts like a wild beast and eats like a wild beast. It is said that after three years, she became pale and sickly skinned, her nails peeled off and fell off, and her head became loose and brittle. ”

But she survived, and it is said that the Witch King's research was not without results. She unexpectedly awakened her psionic talent in the black prison, and the difficult survival underground taught her the fighting skills of beasts. ”

Some texts claim that her parents were Ram's dissidents and that the family had been sent to a black prison because they had been persecuted by the witch king. Before she was sent to the Black Prison, her family made a living from shadow puppetry (karagozhacivat, Ottoman shadow puppetry, explained at the end of the article). So she is good at making zuò leather goods, as well as acting. It is said that in order to hide her face, which is no longer human, she cut off other people's faces to make a mask, so that she became the world's first face dancer. ”

She went back to Ram, but it was as if she was still living underground. The city became her hunting ground, and she slew the minions of the witch king as revenge, and the common people to deliver them to liberation. Before she died, she also trained apprentices, passing on her memories and thoughts. ”

"Some say she died at the hands of the Witch King, some say she was betrayed and killed by her apprentices, and some say she never died. After all, no one knows exactly who the face dancers are under their masks. Sometimes you think you've seen through their disguises, but you've fallen into another trap, and who knows what's under the mask isn't another mask?"

The psychic man listened to the old man's story and asked. "Where did you learn about these stories, and why do you know so much about the origin of the face dancer?"

"Naturally, the face dancer sued me, what else?" the old man smiled sarcastically, with a mocking look in his eyes, which Muhathir did not like.

"How could the face dancer have a relationship with you?" Muhadi still didn't understand how the pheromones on the old man's body were touched, he must have had face-to-face contact with the face dancer.

"By chance, I won the trust of the face dancers and built some small machines for them. "And not long ago, a face dancer came to me, told me the story above, and appointed me to tell me a masked psychic mancer. She didn't say your name, but she told me I wouldn't be mistaken. ”

"She also wants me to tell you: 'I noticed your trick as soon as I got out of the mansion. I can satisfy some of your curiosity, but beware, the patience of face dancers is limited.'"

"You've been asked to tell me the story of the face dancer in the first place, and you dare to ask me to exchange my math knowledge?!" Muhati asked the old man, his voice slightly raised.

"For the sake of knowledge, I can do anything, and I have no regrets for killing me. The old man said disdainfully.

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Karagozhacivat, or Ottoman shadow puppetry, was first popular in Egypt and later spread to the Balkans, Asia Minor, the Levant and the Two Rivers region. Karagoz and Hacivat were originally the names of two shadow puppet characters, which later became synonymous with shadow puppetry.

The main content of Ottoman shadow puppetry is mainly to satirize the government. It is said that someone who performed it was named the Great Villach. The origins of shadow puppetry may have come from the Far East.

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