"Why is this statue like me?"

Martin froze in place, his mind blank.

It's been almost a week since I came to this world, from starting to be the "baron" in the Plantagenet Palace, to fighting with the dragon and Stanley, to killing Johnny the "Meat Eater" yesterday, the experience of life and death is so real.

But this stone statue made him suspicious, suspecting that all this was premeditated, and he was once again frightened by the world.

He was immersed in doubts about the world and doubts about himself, until Juncker called his name next to him.

"Martin? Martin! ...”

Martin's mind returned to reality, he turned his head to look at Juncker, who was patting him on the shoulder, and replied, "It's okay, I'm distracted." ”

Juncker looked at him a little strangely, leaned over and asked softly:

"You... You think the prophet is handsome, right? ”

Then he said as if clarifying, "I don't mean anything else, those men who were arrested in the police department, I also think they are very brave." ”

"I feel brave to be able to express my true feelings."

Juncker said as if recalling something.

Where is this....

Martin felt the urge to lift his forehead and sigh.

Before he could explain, Juncker said to him: "Look at you like this, I don't know how long it will take to find that [stargazer], I'll take you there, it won't be long anyway." ”

With that, he pulled Martin towards the east side of the square.

They walked through the square and into an alley.

"On the day the [Reindeer Market] opened, I went to see a circus show in the evening with my teacher." Juncker excitedly introduced Martin to the show he had seen as he walked.

"As soon as the magician stretched out his hand, my money bag appeared in his hand, I didn't even feel it at all, I don't know how he did it, it's amazing..."

Juncker gushed on until a melodious flute sounded.

The sound of the flute was somewhat familiar, reminding Martin of the snake charmers who sat on the street in his previous life.

Then, he heard the sound of the flute quicken its pace, like a small snake burrowing into his ears, and the tingling sensation came from his cochlea, and he felt his spirit gradually relax, and the fatigue of these days was gradually withdrawn from his body.

He was feeling a little strange about himself, when he saw Juncker's footsteps in front of him become a little vain, and he muttered:

"What a comfortable feeling... This flute... She's calling my name....."

Then, with a wobble step, he walked towards the source of the flute.

Martin walked behind him and noticed that something wasn't quite right.

He could see the fog attached to everyone, and the people in the streets, men, women, and children, would have some, active or silent, most of them relatively thin.

Belisarius was a dark blue mixed with pale cyan, while Juncker was slightly silvery-white, and the fog on the surface of their bodies was a shallow layer that could only be seen if you looked closely.

At this time, Juncker's silver-white mist was no longer attached to the surface of his body, but slowly floated to the top of his head, and gradually condensed into the shape of an animal above his head.

The animal was a bit like a jellyfish that Martin had seen in his previous life, floating above Juncker's head like an almost transparent round umbrella, and two tentacles stuck into Juncker's cochlea, one left and one right, fanning the germ and slowly swimming in the direction of the source of the flute.

Juncker walked towards the source of the flute, blood pouring from his cochlea, unaware of it.

Martin's eyes widened and his name was called out behind him, but Juncker was unmoved as if he hadn't heard.

Martin walked quickly up to Juncker, held him on the shoulder, and shook him loudly trying to wake him up, but Juncker just gently pushed him away and continued to walk forward with a confused look in his eyes.

No matter how Martin shouted, Juncker didn't react, Martin wanted to knock him unconscious, but he was afraid that he would be disabled directly if he shot too hard.

He had read popular science before, and a slap on the back of a person's neck with a knife might not necessarily knock a person unconscious, but it was likely to cause cardiac arrest and sudden death.

While Martin hesitated, Juncker turned two corners and came to an alley, where he saw an inconspicuous tent at the end of the alley, from which the sound of the whistle came out.

In front of them, two figures staggered towards the end of the alley, as if drunk.

Above their heads, there were also two [jellyfish] of different colors, pulling them into the tent.

"You can't let him in like this..."

Martin looked at the backs of the two men, and his heart fluttered, imitating Juncker's appearance, and following him, he also swayed into the tent.

He's going to follow Juncker inside to see what's going on in the tent, and use the [Green Flame] to get out in case of an emergency.

After all, from the realization to the present, Juncker has not shown ill will towards him, and even wants to help him find Xixian together, which is strange no matter how you look at it, and he can't let him in by himself.

Through the layers of black draperies, embroidered with stars and moons, Martin finally entered the tent, which was very dim, lit by only a few oil lamps, and a unique fragrance wafting through the air.

In the depths of the tent, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, a man in red and yellow clothes was playing the flute, looking at the few people who had just entered the tent.

In front of him was a small long table covered with an ornate blanket, with a coffee pot and two still steaming cups on the edge of the table, and three covered cards in the middle.

On the back of all three cards, the shape of an eye is drawn with dark gold lines.

When the man saw Juncker walk in, a smug smile appeared on his lips, but his face changed again when he saw Martin, and he stopped playing the flute and muttered to himself:

"What's the extra one..."

He seemed a little surprised by Martin's arrival, but quickly returned to normal, and then he played the flute again.

The melodious sound of the flute before became sharp and rapid at this moment, and the little snake seemed to have turned into a cobra, and Martin felt a pinprick pain coming from his cochlea.

Fortunately, the pain was not strong, and Martin saw that Juncker did not move, nor did he react.

He saw a few people in front of him walking towards the long table, and they also shook their bodies to follow.

In the process, the man stood up from behind the long table with his flute, and he came to the place near the exit of the tent, and watched Martin and their movements from a distance.

"Turn the cards on the table over."

He spoke to the men in the tent, and then played his flute, as if urging them forward.

Martin watched the man's movements, frowned, and as the man walked, he pretended to glance at the man inadvertently, and then his pupils shrank.

He saw that above the head of the flute man, there was also a translucent [jellyfish]!

The jellyfish is pale blue and is slowly fanning the germ layer.

"Is he being controlled too... Who's really in control..."

Martin quietly looked around, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

By this time, the man at the front of the line had approached the long table, he was a tall and thin man, dressed in an old overalls, and his face was dirty.

When he reached the edge of the long table, he reached out and flipped the leftmost card on the table.