I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 555 Terrible Curse

"Bo Yi, I won't let you die in vain." The centaur leader Bo Ma said angrily.

The deceased was the chief's own son, the next heir. If nothing else happened, Centaur Boyi would be the best young man in the Centaur tribe, who would inherit the great rule and carry forward the glory of the Centaur tribe in the future.

However, all of this has come to naught, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

The leader's eyes were full of tears, and his head was angry, but his rationality continued.

When he saw his son's death for the first time, he felt an indescribable and terrifying premonition, which was a warning not to be easily peeped at.

However, he will not give in to this feeling.

For unknown horror warnings, ordinary people will just avoid them, but he is a member of the door organization, who knows a lot of secrets, and can use special items to enhance his mental resistance. will die.

The door organization connects multiple small worlds and multiple mysterious regions, and collects large and small special items. The leader's own small inventory naturally also has corresponding mental resistance items, anyway, he is not afraid.

"Let me see who killed you." The leader muttered to himself, and took out a bone chain from his storage props to wear around his neck, and then took out two bracelets, wearing a pair on each hand .

Then he took out a strange fruit, which looked like a human being, but the main body had a strange face.

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

The leader Burma only eats a small piece of ginseng, which is equivalent to eating one-fifth of it.

While eating the ginseng, the closed eyes of the ginseng also opened, and it let out a scream, and the sound entered the ear.

The people behind covered their ears, but they couldn't stop the magic sound from piercing their ears.

"Back." The leader said calmly.

"yes!"

Everyone backed away, far away.

At this time, the leader looked at the death of his son, pressed a finger on the forehead of the corpse, closed his eyes, silently amplified his senses, and absorbed the breath emanating from the deceased.

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

The time of synaesthesia was getting longer and longer, and fine sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, his body was covered in sweat.

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

"No, it's not that I can't find it. I can sense the death scene at that time, such as using dreams to restore the cause of death at that time."

His right hand pressed the forehead of the corpse, and his own spirituality subconsciously guided the inspiration of dream synesthesia.

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

He only has a superficial understanding of this technology, and he has to hire another expert.

The leader Burma turned back to the territory and reported the situation with his people.

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

A centaur named Da Zhang came out, wearing an old coir raincoat, bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "Obey, leader!"

Dazhang came to the corpse with a series of dream synesthesia tools. He took a closer look and immediately felt the nightmare emanating from the deceased.

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

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

"Hmm, can I know the specific cause of death, or through dream synesthesia, watch the dream and trace the murderer." The leader asked 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 points.

There is a lot of knowledge about the location and storage of each wind chime. Dream synaesthesia is not just a matter of getting the ritual materials ready to start.

The leader stood aside half understanding.

When the scene was set up, the wind chimes rang loudly in the forest, jingling and jingling, evoking the leader's memories.

The flames of the candles were bright yellow, but as the sound of the wind chimes became louder and louder, coupled with the terrifying death emanating from the deceased, the scene was no longer so bright.

At some point, the light on the scene dropped a few notches.

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-open head lowered his head slightly and closed his eyelids, as if he was asleep.

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

No one dared to make a sound. Dream synesthesia required a strict environment. Everyone stood far away and could not see the faces inside clearly.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour.

Da Zhang came out of the woods with a haggard face.

"How?" The centaur leader asked anxiously.

"It's the power of the curse. Someone cast a vicious curse on Boyi. He accidentally triggered the curse and fell into an endless loop of nightmares. The person who cast the curse is very powerful. This is the scariest dream I have ever seen, but he The marks left are too deep, and I can sense the face of the murderer." Da Zhang said after taking a breath.

"Who is the murderer?" The leader asked anxiously.

"Not yet, my mental strength is not enough now, I need to rest." Da Zhang shook his head, just having a dream synesthesia for the deceased took a lot of his brain cells.

Besides, the deceased was not the freshest corpse, it had been dead for at least a few hours!

In this case, every minute the time passes, the freshness will drop a little bit, and the difficulty of synaesthesia will also increase a little bit accordingly.

A little bit is not much, but the accumulation of small amounts makes a lot, and it will be extremely difficult to re-synthesize after two or three days.

Dazhang knew that he would miss the best synaesthesia window period after resting, but his mental power was really not enough. Even if the reincarnation-like nightmare dream was not aimed at him, it still made him a voyeuristic dream. The victim felt mentally and mentally exhausted, and was almost fooled by the dream and couldn't get out of it.

"Is the mental resistance item I gave you useless?" the leader asked unexpectedly.

He himself knows that dream synesthesia is dangerous, and if he encounters some dangerous dreams, he may fall into it.

The leader gave him some items to strengthen his mental resistance, all because of his haggard appearance, he had never seen him so tired before.

"I have spiritual tonic here, you can take some to nourish your body."

"Thank you, I'll take a nap and wake me up in four hours." Da Zhang was not polite, seeing the color of the fruit, he instinctively thought it was a great tonic.

But no matter how you make up for it, you have to let your soul sleep normally through self-sleep, otherwise if you continue to suffer, you will only lose your own foundation, and the gain is not worth the loss.

...

The other side.

Kemen once again took off the black robe of the student and embarked on a journey of exploration.

Kemon was quite curious about the world behind the door.

Last time, the door organization set up a bureau to contain Kemen, this time Kemen fought a blitzkrieg, and explored another wave before they could react.

This time it is estimated that it is also a failure, but people always have to try, what if someone is slack?