Looking around, my mind is filled with confusion.

This demigod in the spiritual realm stood alone on the island, surrounded by illusory sea water, calm and dead. In his perception, there was only his own lonely island in the subconscious sea, my enemy.

Woolen cloth?

What exactly attacked me?

This demigod set off a terrifying spiritual storm in the sea, so much so that the celestial phenomena in the subconscious space changed. In reality, a violent wind suddenly roared around the demigod's body, and the invisible wind enveloped the owner's will.

, radiating out in all directions, covering a fairly wide area, and depriving the living beings within the range of their minds to the greatest extent possible.

However, what he couldn't understand was that none of the attacks were effective. It was as if there were really no enemies around, but this unlucky demigod suddenly fell into an unknown and mysterious realm.

The demigod, who had never been able to find his enemy, was confused and wary about exiting the sea of ​​collective subconscious. However, he was horrified to find that his mental body could not return to his body, and his spirit was trapped in his subconscious.

He stimulated his spirituality crazily, but no matter what, he could not establish contact with the real body. Some force isolated the two and imprisoned his mental body.

Wang Zichuan looked at the vegetative demigod standing motionless in a daze, and he changed the gravity acting on him in a good mood, then took out a hemp rope that he didn't know where he came from, and tied it to the middle-aged man.

On the shoulder-length dark brown half-length braid tied up with a black ribbon.

I want to take this big toy back and give it to Klein as a secret puppet.

So, the genie led the prey, humming a song, and headed towards the hotel.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountain and catch a monk to make dinner..."

The demigods trapped in the subconscious can only continue to explore farther and farther, hoping to break through the blockade, and through other people's subconscious islands to figure out their own situation, hoping to break free from control and escape.

His efforts failed, but he was never willing to sit still and wait for death. As a member of the organization, as a member who could use the real dreams covering the continent to gather, and as the main executor of this mission, he was fortunate to know the names of the organization and its president.

, he wants to recite her name and pray for help.

He was terrified in his heart. He didn't know whether this kind of confinement would make the president aware of him. He didn't know whether the president would care about an ordinary member like him and provide help. He was also worried that his embarrassing request for help would be met with failure.

Severe punishment, but he doesn't want to die yet, he has only this way to save himself.

"Don't ask me where I come from, and don't ask me where I'm going..."

Wang Zichuan suddenly stopped, and a figure appeared in front of him, wearing a simple white robe, a blond beard, and clear eyes.

She tapped her chest four times with her right hand, then looked directly at Wang Zichuan and said calmly: "He is still useful."

Wang Zichuan looked at Adam with curiosity for a while, and then the floating demigod fell to the ground with a "baji".

"So, what are you going to pay in exchange for this useful tool?"

Adam's expression remained unchanged, his face was gentle, and her voice remained gentle:

"Your current state is a bit strange. What happened to you?"

Wang Zichuan tilted his head, as if thinking, and then suddenly said seriously:

"The original awakened within me."

There was a subtle change in Adam's mood for a moment, and Wang Zichuan was keenly aware of this. He wanted to laugh, but considering that Adam was in front of him, he had to hold back a little, so he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a reserved smile.

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

Adam chuckled lightly and said:

"How about the consultation fee? I'm a very good psychiatrist."

"I think my current mental state is very good and I don't need a doctor."

Adam kept smiling, said nothing, and waited patiently for the person opposite to bid.

Wang Zichuan thought about it again and again, but he couldn't think of anything he could ask Adam for.

He stared at the demigod with the artist's hair on the ground, and suddenly asked happily: "Do you have the Mother Card or the Moon Card made by Russell? Or do you know any clues about them?"

Adam did not expect that the other party would make such a request, so he explained in an unchanged tone:

"I don't have these two cards, and I also know that the Earth Mother Church and the Blood Tribe don't have them either. If you want them, I can find them for you."

"so be it."

Wang Zichuan replied nonchalantly, turned around and left.

Adam suddenly spoke again:

"I know who you are, but I don't understand what you want to do now, but I hope you won't block the development of the next thing."

Wang Zichuan did not look back, and replied in a long-drawn tone: "I understand the torrent of the times. I was not invited to the script you designed. As long as you don't mess with me, I won't do it."

Your stage piece, I just want to tell you that the chess pieces also have emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. You'd better keep a bottom line. Alas, why am I talking about this with an inhumane guy like you? I might as well go find K, the lead singer of True Creation.

"

In the hotel, the mess on the floor had been cleaned up. Klein and Anderson ate breakfast without any haze. The food provided by this hotel was indeed pretty good.

At the end of the meal, Anderson said he was worried because he had no money, so he decided to go out to find some kind-hearted pirates to raise more money later.

Considering that Anderson was more familiar with this pirate paradise, Klein asked calmly:

"Who here deserves to be killed the most?"

Hearing this, Anderson chuckled and said:

"Mosona of the New Loen Party, he is..."

"He's dead." Klein immediately interrupted Anderson's narration.

Anderson was stunned for a moment, his smile was a little awkward, but he returned to normal in an instant and continued:

"I never expected that the information I have is already out of date since I haven't been here for a while?"

"I'll answer your question after I go out for a while and come back, but I think if you hunt here, when we come back from Olavi Island, we should be able to carry out the mission of the demigod together."

Klein maintained his stern appearance and replied:

"Then you don't have to do the mission."

"Why?" Anderson asked in confusion.

"At that time, he was already dead."

Klein replied calmly.

Anderson was shocked on the spot and gave a thumbs up after several seconds:

"Your madness is amazing!"

After the meal, Klein went out for a walk, and easily found a lucky pirate, which satisfied his little hunger, which was already too hungry to move.

After the afternoon Tarot session, Klein hurried out and planned to go to the "Stag Hunt Bar", which Anderson told him was the bar most frequented by pirates in the port area.


Chapter completed!