"In other words, brother, have you been to Dunhuang these days, so the phone number I dial will always show that I am not in the service area?" Di Lianwei looked at Di Zi'an with a strange expression, and Di Zi'an was a little uncomfortable. The two were in a café in the city at this time.

"Well, I'm really embarrassed that I didn't notify you and my parents in advance, but after all, it was a sudden whim, and I went if I wanted to. Di Zi'an snorted, trying to get by, and now Di Zi'an probably realized that his sister might have noticed something, after all, contact with the anomaly, it is possible to get some kind of revelation.

Although the evil spirit of the painting in the Black Forest was eradicated by himself in the painting, it is possible that some of the spirit is scattered on the students who came into contact with the painting before, and perhaps this part of the spirit opens the door to their new world.

His sister may have noticed it more obviously because she was close to her.

After making the phone call, Di Lianwei didn't even bother to ask for leave and called Di Zi'an out, and the two tested each other, on the one hand, Lian Wei was not sure whether the picture she saw was true or false, and on the other hand, Di Zi'an didn't know how much her sister knew, and finally the topic stayed in the past half a month.

Later, it slowly stopped, under the language art of Di Zi Angu, even if Di Lianwei knew that her brother must be hiding something, but it was not good to directly lift the table and ask for understanding. But Di Lianwei kept an eye on it, before going to her brother's apartment, she marked the scattered books, which ones her brother had been reading, and which ones were the most hidden Di Lianwei basically searched and made a record.

Placing an order online is almost there! Those fantasy books that used to be grotesque and ridiculous may have some secrets hidden. The little girl is thoughtful, since her brother doesn't want to tell herself, then we'll see!

Poor Dizian didn't know that his sister was stepping into the door of the mysterious world with half a foot, and if he had known earlier, then Dizian would definitely choose to be open and honest, the more he knew a lot of things, the more danger there became.

...... "Okay, okay, go back to school and apologize to the teacher!"

finally sent Di Lianwei away, Di Zi got up to check out, and walked out of the café, this sister is really getting more and more worry-free. As a traveler, it is inevitable that the world will be chaotic, how can it be possible to keep in touch with the mobile phone all the time.

I have to think of a way, otherwise after a while, my sister in another world can't contact me, how can I really call the police?

Di Zi'an scratched his hair in distress, walking aimlessly through the streets, and the pedestrians around him were bustling, Di Zi'an suddenly had a thought,

"In the past, I used to see illusionists walking on the road in anime, but the people around me turned a blind eye to hearing and not listening, which actually affects people's senses to achieve the effect of illusion. Dizi An pondered, "The Miro Spellcaster is divided into five streams and thirteen sects, among which the white-clothed stream seems to have taken this path. ”

Why don't you give it a try?

Looking at the pedestrians walking around, Dizi wanted to test another school of Milo spell on a bloody whim. So on the street, there was a dark-haired boy who closed his eyes, and the green star cluster of the lake shone in his mind, and then his presence gradually thinned like air.

You know there's air all around you, but you don't pay attention to it. Slowly from there to nothing, until it disappears completely.

Instead of using illusions to let light and shadow cover his figure, nor weaving illusions to hide his traces, Di Zi'an walked generously on the street, but no one noticed him, people's senses were confused, and the perception of sight, hearing, smell and even touch was artificially created an illusion - there was nothing in front of him. Even if you pass by close to your body, you will only mistake it for a light breeze.

Miro spell, white-clothed flow, see me as empty.

If you are a sorcerer who has cultivated to the unfathomable realm in the white-clothed stream, he can even cultivate the legendary secret spell, and he will be filthy when he sees me.

When sentient beings see me, they see all sent. Everyone who looks at the white-clothed sorcerer will see the picture they want to see, and what the beings think I look like, they will see what I look like, and the image of the beings will appear from the way they look at me. To the extent that it is no longer just a phenomenon that interferes with the senses of others, but induces the inner feelings of others.

As the only major school of Miro spellcasters that is the only one in the Heart, the secret spells of the White Cloth Stream are also subtle and abnormal. In the Kyushu world where Yin Spiritual Cultivation is located, there is such a saying, ten Miro Spell Magicians, six Heart Source Streams, three White Cloth Streams, and one other stream.

Di Zi'an walked through the street with great interest, observing the behavior and expressions of the pedestrians, but even Di Zi'an was staring at their faces, and the pedestrians were completely unaware that there was a black-haired teenager standing in front of them.

Why is this pedestrian street a little long, after walking for so long, Di Zi'an has not realized that there is something wrong with him, just a little carelessly, still walking wantonly, but at this time the footwork has been very messy and erratic, as if drunk, there have been several collisions with pedestrians, causing passers-by to look back frequently, but there is obviously nothing behind him, and one passerby even shivered and wrapped his clothes and walked away quickly, which is suspected of hitting evil spirits.

Why is it a little dizzy, Di Zi'an couldn't help but hold his forehead, but he couldn't stand the whirlwind around him, what's going on, is it because the magic power is consumed too much? I wouldn't have been so dizzy before...... Di Zi'an couldn't stand on his feet, swaying from side to side, seeing that my empty spell was also unconsciously unraveled, as if he had hit something in a daze, so soft, so comfortable, much more comfortable than the pillow at home, Di Zi'an couldn't help but turn his face sideways, and then completely fainted.

"Hey, you pervert, stay away from Miss Wen at once!" the female voice was quite stern, with anger that was about to explode. It can almost be judged by the sound that it is a tigress level of existence.

"He seemed to have really fainted. Sticking out the index finger and putting it in the young man's nose in his arms, he breathed evenly, rubbed his eyelids again, looked at it gently, and the woman holding Di Zi'an spoke softly, and the female voice was quite soft, in stark contrast to the previous one. This is the soft girl type of voice.

Isn't there a joke on the Internet, the so-called soft girl is to make a man hard, and the so-called hard girl is to make a man soft......

"Miss Wen, this guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, it's likely that he came to touch porcelain, just leave him here and leave him alone!" It should be similar to the identity of a bodyguard, and the woman known as Miss Wen shook her head, gently rubbing the neck of the young man in her arms, the touch was cold, and her teeth were lightly opened.

"It's anemia, you can't leave him here, let Uncle Chen drive over, let's take him to the hospital." ”

“...... Yes".