"It's not safe in the forest."

The listener spoke, and he turned his head to look into the depths of the island, where there was a place that he longed for.

"I could hear it, it was harsh and heart-wrenching."

"If you want to catch up with the Prophet, you must speed up, and I can keep you out of the woods."

"Give me the dagger."

After the listener finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand to Qian Cangyi.

Qian Cangyi hesitated for two seconds before handing the dagger to the listener.

After the listener takes the dagger, he pinches his left ear with his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand is pressed against the bottom of his left ear, and then the muscles of his right arm contract, and the sharp dagger cuts off his left ear from the bottom to the top.

Blood flowed from the wound, quickly staining the listener's left shoulder red.

"Hold my ear, it will buzz if it comes close to you, this is the only place I can help you."

The listener covers the wound with his right hand and hands his ear out with his left hand.

Qian Cangyi took a deep breath, reached out to catch his ear, and then, he asked a question:

"You should have a secret recipe to stabilize your mind, can you tell me?"

The main reason why he asked this question was because he was worried that he would be in the Ole world again.

Considering the existence of various magical plants and animals in this world, perhaps some unique medicine can be used to combat the unknown forces.

After asking this question, Qian Cangyi put down his backpack.

The backpack carried a bandage to stop bleeding, which was just right to come in handy.

The listener thought for a second, understood what Qian Cangyi was talking about, shook his head and sighed, and replied:

"The purpose of the secret recipe is not to stabilize the mind, but to make people lose their sense of the unknown."

"All fear comes from the fear of the unknown."

"Just because you can't feel pain doesn't mean you won't die."

"In the same way, the gradual madness of reason is protecting you and reminding you to leave quickly."

The listener looked at Qian Cangyi, and his tone gradually weakened.

Kankura was able to understand what the listener meant, but ......

With the right timing, each item brings out its value.

Yes, it's better than nothing.

Whether you use it or not is another matter.

Qian Cangyi wrapped the bandage around the listener's head, and then asked:

"Can you give me the formula? Or...... Finished product, I'm in a hurry. ”

The listener hesitated for two seconds before pulling out a folded leaf from his body, which appeared to contain something.

Qian Cangyi took the leaves in his hand, opened them and took a look, and there were three small black pills inside, exuding a unique smell.

"All of them are here." The listener didn't say much.

"Thank you." Qian Cangyi packed his backpack and waved his hand, then turned to leave.

The listener looked at Qian Cangyi's back, raised his right hand and waved, and said at the same time:

"Goodbye, Virdra."

Qian Cang's ears moved, he stopped, turned his head sharply, locked his eyes on the listener, and asked:

"You just said that...... Virdra? ”

Qian Cangyi took a deep breath, he didn't expect to hear this name at such a time.

The listener is not talking about the Virdra manuscript, but about the words Virdra.

Obviously, he was using this title to refer to Qian Cangyi.

This means that the listener knows Virdra.

"Who is Virdra?" Qian Cangyi put his backpack on the ground, fully guarded.

The listener was stunned for a moment, looked Qian Cangyi up and down, and replied:

"Virdra is an old saying that means...... The chosen one is not any one. ”

"Make it clear." Qian Cangyi's face was cold, and the aura he exuded made the listener a little scared.

"Those who have come to this island have felt the call of Hezerak, whether it be you, the Prophet, or his men." The listener looks into the depths of the forest.

"Have you heard of the Veldra Manuscript?" Qian Cang's brows furrowed.

The listener shakes his head.

Qian Cangyi's face did not improve, and he continued to ask:

"What does Sagura mean?"

He thought differently.

The listener explained:

"Sakura was a follower of Hezerak, who had served the great Hezerak all his life and awaited its coming, however, it may have been a one-sided faith."

"Virdra is different, they are the Elect, they do not need to believe in Hezerak. Whatever they do, they will eventually come to this island, and then, at the call of Hezerak, go to the Chosen Land. ”

"Even if you want to leave now, I'm afraid there's no way."

"Whatever you do, you're going to end up where you need to be."

"I don't know what Hezerak called you for, but I know that from the moment you were discovered by him, there was no escape."

"Accept it or be annoyed and remorseful, it doesn't matter, what you think doesn't matter at all, what matters is that you can't change anything."

"No, to be precise, you can change one thing and kill the rest of the Elect, the Prophet."

Qian Cangyi pressed his right index finger on his temple, and from the words of the listener, he knew that everything he did after becoming "Virdra" would inevitably lead to the same end, unless he died on the way.

An idea flashed through Qian Cangyi's mind.

The Prophet had been away from the tribe for about a week, and according to Douglas on the Blue Pearl, it would take a few days to get to the equilateral triangular cavern, plus there might be danger along the way, maybe it would take a little delay, but there was still a chance to catch up now.

Killing the Prophet before he entered the cave and then finding a way to get out seemed like a safe and secure way to do so.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to succeed, but I can give it a try.

……

"So, you're just for that reason?"

"I feel ridiculous, really."

"Humanity has been developing for so many years, and the result?"

"Even child trafficking, which everyone talks about, still exists."

"I believe that in the next 100 years, what we are doing will still be done."

"It's a human problem."

"Of course, I don't really like it when you compare us to those who abduct and sell children for money, it's an insult to us."

"We're not in it for the money, we're in it for the whole world."

"You think you're great, but in fact, you're the evil side compared to us."

The seriously injured believer was leaning back against the trunk of the tree, and he was already out of breath and out of breath at this time.

Qian Cangyi stood in front of the believer and looked at the believer condescendingly.

When he first entered the forest, he was worried that he might not find his way, but the tents that appeared every once in a while were like signposts to guide him in the right direction.

The only question is why there are tents left, and there are quite a few left each time.

In this regard, Qian Cangyi can only attribute it to the hunters in the forest.

Five minutes ago, Qian Cangyi was walking briskly into the depths of the forest.

One believer was lying on the ground, wounded.

When Qian Cang inquired about the situation, the believer suddenly attacked, and so things became the way they are now.

"You said you've seen someone like me?" Qian Cangyi's focus is completely different from what believers think.

The reason why he is concerned about this is simply because the content of the believer's deception is somewhat unusual, and it stands to reason that not speaking or saying something else can achieve the effect of deception, but the believer chooses such a way that is easy to doubt.

That is, the believer did not lie about it.

"Heh......" The believer sneered and looked up at Qian Cangyi.

"I'm not interested in your idea of hate, you said that people have walked through here before, and they didn't go all the way with you." As soon as Qian Cang said this, he took out the left ear that the listener had given him.

When the believer saw the listener's left ear, his pupils contracted slightly.

Qian Cangyi sighed and said:

"I think you know what I mean, the vast majority of people can't stand the torture."

"If you tell me, I'll spare your life."

The believer's lips were pursed and his brow furrowed.

Qian Cangyi took out the dagger, squatted beside the believer, pinched the believer's ear with his left hand, and placed the dagger behind the believer's ear with his right hand.

He pressed lightly, and the believer felt the pain and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I said I said ......"

"The man was about the same height as you, a little shorter than you, and wore a black trench coat."

"Yesterday, I saw him and was going to trick him into killing him, but he didn't pay attention to me at all, but kept his head down and kept moving forward, as if he was being controlled."

"I was going to catch up, but he suddenly disappeared."

"Like, like...... It didn't show up at all. ”

Qian Cangyi took the dagger away.

He had already learned about the Prophet's procession.

At present, there were about thirty people left in the Prophet's procession, and a hundred had been brought with them.

In order to get rid of the tribes on the island of Sagura, quite a few believers died, about fifty people.

After going deep into the forest, for some reason, people disappear every night.

Therefore, the Prophet left three of his followers to look for the danger hiding in the forest, and after some searching, he was left alone, wounded.

Later, the timid believer hid in the tent he had left behind until Qian Cangyi appeared.

Qian Cangyi looked around, he had always paid attention to the ears of his listeners when he had been chasing before.

At some point, you can indeed hear a strange sound in your ears, as if you are shaking, but then quickly disappear.

"Yes, I'll spare you your life." Qian Cangyi packed up his things and moved on.

He walked about a hundred meters when the ears of the listener in his pocket suddenly vibrate, and then there was a muffled hum from behind.

Danger in the forest, always hiding nearby.

Qian Cang took a deep breath and quickened his pace to leave, he didn't want to explore what the "monster" in the forest was.

Night falls.

Qian Cangyi gasped slightly, such a high-intensity rush, even he was a little unbearable.

Ahead, the camp where the believers had stayed was once again, and all he needed to do was light the campfire and sleep in the tent to be able to rest.

"I can't hold it anymore, I have to get some sleep." Qian Cang walked towards the tent.

Tonight, he may need to face the "monsters" in the forest. Fupin Chinese