I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 555: The terrible curse

　　 "Bo Yi, I won't let you die in vain." The centaur leader Bo Ma said with an angry expression.

　　 The deceased is the leader’s own son, and the next heir. If nothing else, Centaur Ma Boyi will be the best young man in the Centaur. He will inherit the leadership in the future and carry forward the glory of the Centaur.

　　 But all this is in vain, white-haired people give off black-haired people.

The leader of 　　 has tears in his eyes, and his head is angry, but his reason is unbroken.

　　 When he saw his son's death for the first time, he felt the inexplicable terrifying foresight, which was a warning not to be peeped easily.

　　 But he will not succumb to this feeling.

　　Ordinary people will only avoid unknown terrorist warnings, but a member of his organization knows a lot of secrets, and he can use special items to enhance his mental resistance. At this time, he will have a wave of feelings. , Will not die.

　　 And the door organization connects multiple small worlds and multiple mysterious areas, and it has collected special items of all sizes. The leader himself naturally has corresponding spiritual resistant items in his own small inventory. Anyway, he is not afraid.

　　 "Let me see who killed you." The leader murmured to himself, took out a string of bone chains from his storage items and put them on his neck, then took out two bracelets, each with his left and right hands. Wear a pair.

　　 then took out a strange fruit, which looked like a human, but the main torso was a strange face.

　　 This is a pure human face, but an unknown race.

　　 Chief Bo Ma only eats a small piece of ginseng, which is equivalent to eating one-fifth.

When 　　 ate the ginseng, the closed eyes of the ginseng opened, and there was a scream, and the sound came into the ears.

　　 The people behind 　　 were covering their ears, but they couldn't stop the magic sound from reaching their ears.

　　 "Go back," the leader said calmly.

　　 "Yes!"

　　 Everyone backed away, staying far away.

　　 At this time, the leader looked at his son's death, pressed a finger on the forehead of the corpse, closed his eyes, and silently magnified the senses, absorbing the breath of the deceased.

　　 One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds passed.

The longer the 　　 synesthesia passed, the fine sweat gradually came out of his forehead.

　　 A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, and his body was all sweaty.

　　 "Can't find it?" He frowned deeply.

　　 "No, it's not impossible to find out. I can feel the scene of death at that time, such as using a dream to restore the cause of death at that time."

　　 With his right hand pressing on the forehead of the corpse, his own spirituality subconsciously guided the inspiration of dream synesthesia.

　　 However, the leader is not the best person with dream synesthesia.

　　He only has a superficial understanding of this technique, so he has to hire someone to do it.

　　 Chief Bo Ma turned around and returned to the territory to report to his people.

　　 "We need a master of dream synesthesia." He paused and said, "Da Zhang, please."

　　 A centaur named Da Zhang, dressed in an old-fashioned dress, bowed his head slightly, and respectfully said: "Yes, leader!"

　　 Da Zhang brought a series of dream synesthesia tools to the side of the corpse. He fixed his eyes and immediately felt the sense of nightmares emanating from the deceased.

　　He must have experienced a terrible nightmare and then died suddenly.

　　 Da Zhang analyzed in his heart, and told the leader what he thought of.

　　 "Well, can you know the specific cause of death, or through dream synaesthesia, watch the dream and trace the murderer." The leader said anxiously.

　　 Da Zhang put down eight candles around the corpse and cast strange spices. Then he looked at the surrounding woods and hung bone wind chimes on each branch.

　　"The wind chime is a soul-calling bell. The sound of the bell can't call out the soul, but it can deepen the connection between me and him through the corpse." Da Zhang explained, while calculating the position.

　　 There is a deep knowledge of the location of each wind chime, and the dream synesthesia can not be started by just finishing the ritual materials.

The leader 　　 stood aside half-understanding.

　　 When the scene is set up, the wind bells are made in the forest, jingle bells, and evoke the memories of the leader.

　　 The flame of the candle glowed bright yellow, but as the sound of the wind chimes became louder and louder, and the terrifying death emanating from the dead, the scene was no longer so bright.

　　 I don't know when, the brightness of the scene dropped a few grades.

　　 The flame on the candle trembled and turned into a deep blue, with a soul-like transparency.

　　 On the field, the old man, who was fishing with the centaur's wide-opened head, lowered his head slightly and closed his eyelids, as if he was asleep.

The leader of 　　 stood at the outermost periphery of the ceremony, and did not step into the place of the wind chimes.

　　No one dared to make a sound. Dream synesthesia requires a strict environment. Everyone stands far away and can't see the face inside.

　　 waited a quarter of an hour.

　　 Da Zhang walked out of the woods, his face haggard.

　　 "How is it?" The centaur leader said anxiously.

　　" is the power of a curse. Someone put a vicious curse on Boyi. He accidentally triggered the curse and fell into an infinite loop of nightmares. The person who cursed is very powerful. This is the scariest dream I have ever seen. , But the traces he left are too deep, I can feel the face of the murderer." Da Zhang said with a sigh of relief.

　　 "Who is the murderer?" the leader asked urgently.

　　 "Not yet, I don't have enough mental power now, and I need to rest." Da Zhang shook his head, and it took a lot of his brain cells to perform dream synesthesia on the deceased.

　　 Besides, the deceased is not the freshest corpse. It has been dead for at least a few hours!

　　 In this case, every minute of time, the freshness decreases a little bit, and the difficulty of synaesthesia increases a little bit accordingly.

　　 is not much, but the accumulation of small amounts makes more, and after two or three days it will be extremely difficult to synathesize.

　　 Da Zhang knows that he will miss the best synaesthetic window after he rests, but his mental power is really not enough, even if the reincarnation nightmare dream is not for his dreams~IndoMTL.com ~ It also made him feel tired as a voyeuristic dreamland, and was almost fooled by the dreamland and couldn't get out of it.

　　 "The mental resistance items I gave you earlier are useless?" The leader asked unexpectedly.

　　 He himself knows that dream synesthesia is dangerous, and if he encounters some dangerous dreams, he may be planted in it.

The leader of 　　 gave him some items to strengthen his mental resistance. It was all because of his haggard appearance. I had never seen him so tired.

　　"I have mental tonics here. You can take a few tonic."

　　 "Thank you, I will take a nap, and wake me up in four hours." Da Zhang was not welcome, seeing the fruit in its color, instinctively thought it was a tonic.

　　 But no matter how much you can make up for, you have to sleep normally to let your soul sleep normally.

　　……

　　 the other side.

　　 Kemeng once again took off his scholar-seeking robe and embarked on a journey of exploration.

　　The world behind the door, Kemon is quite curious.

　　 Last time, the door organized a bureau to contain Kemeng. This time Kemeng fought a blitzkrieg. Before they could react, they explored another wave.

　　 I also failed this time, but people always have to give it a try. What if someone slackens?

　　

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