I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

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"Hint: You are tailing Rambler, your tailing skills are not good, you have been..."

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"Warning: You were discovered by Blue Will!"

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"Lampire's alertness to you has increased!"

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"Ahem... I forgot that it was not in the real world."

"But these tips are too bad, right? There is an illusion of playing with little butter..."

Facing Ranwell with a suspicious face.

Roger can only pretend to walk out of the bunker without incident.

Then he greeted with a strong smile:

"good evening."

"good evening."

Ranwell took something in his hand and took a half step back, his expression looked a little stiff:

"Are you following me?"

Roger immediately shook his head like a rattle:

"I'm just walking."

"I just happened to meet you."

Ranwell looked relieved on the surface, but his eyes were still full of vigilance:

"That is indeed a coincidence."

"After all, there is nothing other than historical relics in this area."

"Except for a guy like me who is fanatical about history, few other people come here."

Finish this sentence.

The two sides fell into a weird silence.

Roger frowned slightly.

Lenwell was right.

Today they are in the "temple area" in Hupan Village, which is inaccessible.

Said it is a temple.

In fact, there are only a few stone pillars and some stone steles that are quickly weathering clean.

There is simply ruin here.

The power of the spirit world projection here is also very weak.

It is difficult for a psychic to get any benefits here.

So no one comes here usually—except for those who are more interested in historical relics.

Lenwell seemed to fit this perfectly.

This makes his rhetoric look flawless.

"I was just about to ask you about the daytime."

Roger had nothing to ask for words:

"I thought you would not quit since you had plucked up the courage."

Blue Will reluctantly squeezed a smile for it:

"I don't have the power as powerful as you."

"I still have heard of spirit creatures like demon clowns. Obviously, these clowns are not the strongest enemies in the playground."

"I know everything about my strength, so I chose to quit."

Roger nodded.

to be frank.

At this moment, he was actually very hesitant in his heart-for Ramwell, he was a little undecided because he was rare.

This person was saved by himself.

The two get along well.

The name of the other party alone made Roger uneasy.

And he always felt that he was looking at himself tonight.

Ranwell's eyes...

Kind of weird!

Not the ordinary weirdness, but as if there was another soul hiding in his body and trying to avoid his own gaze!

Every move of the other party.

It seems to be a marionette!

"Have you been possessed?"

Roger secretly guessed in his heart.

But the powerful inspiration told him.

Ramwell was not possessed by anything evil.

This made him puzzled.

In accordance with Roger's past style.

I'm afraid it's already done by now.

After all, the other party is just a historical figure.

But looking at Blue Weir's thin body and gentle temperament.

Roger always felt that he still had to keep a bottom line.

finally.

The idea of ​​further pressure to torture was suppressed by him.

He asked casually:

"History, I am also a little interested."

"Do you have any gains here?"

Heard this.

Ranwell was stunned for a moment, as if the machine was stuck for a short while.

But soon he reacted, and said very smoothly:

"To be honest, I found some amazing things here, related to the history of the Second Age."

"Ok?"

Roger was a little surprised.

Ranwell did not hesitate, and directly handed a slate:

"Please see."

"This is a "Sleepman's Catalogue" from the sect. Yes, it seems to be incomplete, but it used to be a psychic medium used to summon the'Angel of Death'. "

"This is what I dug under the ruins."

"You know what this means..."

Roger took the slate.

After lightly touching.

On the data bar.

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"Hint: You have obtained the'Sleepman Catalogue', your historical knowledge +10"

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"Someone has summoned the angel of death from the sect of death?"

Roger pondered:

"Is the angel of death the kind of combat?"

Ranwell shook his head:

"No, the angel of death is in charge of art, comfort, and silence. The reason why he has the title of "death" is simply because he is a servant of the "Master of Breath." "

"The angel of death usually only appears with the Lord, and it is the people around him."

"And on the site of Xijiao, it will only appear in the most important celebrations."

Hear here.

Roger instantly understood Ranwell's implication:

"You mean, this used to be the site of rest education?"

"or…"

"The Lord of Interest has ever appeared here?"

Ranwell nodded.

His tone returned to calmness:

"It's weird, isn't it?"

"This place is clearly a place where the spiritual world and reality are in charge of the ancient Weilan, but there are traces left by the Lord."

Speaking of which.

He stopped suddenly.

He looked at Roger for a few seconds, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Finally, he shook his head:

"Mr. Roger."

"I plan to leave."

"Taking advantage of this month's freedom of movement, I decided to take a look at the lakeside village, the old castle and its vicinity."

"I am not interested in the treasures of the ancients anymore."

"I just want to explore some of the secrets of history before I leave. This is my biggest wish now."

Having said all this.

He respectfully saluted Roger.

Then left silently.

Roger noticed.

The path he walked was indeed towards the direction of Weilun Castle.

Watching Ranwell's figure gradually disappeared into the thick fog.

There were many unspeakable tastes in Roger's heart.

Blue Weir may be aware of his own murderous intentions.

He may also have to leave early.

"If he is really Vilan, he might have 10,000 ways to avoid me even if he is not my opponent."

"Am I too suspicious?"

Roger sighed softly in his heart.

I carefully recalled the experience of knowing Ranwell so far.

The two get along quite happily.

The other side is obviously just a historical figure.

And the strength is not strong.

But Roger has a feeling of confidant.

He almost never felt this feeling in other people.

Therefore, Blue Will's departure made him feel a pity.

Fortunately, he has never been a tangled person.

not to mention.

When entering this world.

The system prompts him that historical figures are only historical figures.

Too addicted to it.

On the contrary, it may cause disaster.

At the moment he returned the same way.

However, when passing by the Anxi Lake, he deliberately took a detour and walked around in the direction of the playground.

The thick fog at night is even greater.

Roger could hear weird sounds coming from the playground.

Those sounds don't seem to be made by humans at all.

It seems to have come to a lively zoo.

He just wanted to get close to the guardrail and take a closer look.

Butler Medog appeared like a ghost.

He tapped his cane hard, and said solemnly:

"The playground needs time to repair."

"Please stop."

Roger shrugged.

He slowly turned around and glanced inside with his best eyesight.

The thick fog is thick.

He saw nothing.

In Medog's nervous eyes.

Roger left peacefully.

He walked along the path by the lake for 3 minutes.

A crow suddenly flew over and stopped on Roger's shoulder.

Flop.

The crow became soap.

"Master, I can't see anything in the mist, but I feel the breath of many kinds of spiritism!"

"There should be at least three or more monsters involved in the restoration of the playground."

Sandy Express reports.

"At least three?"

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

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night.

Because the inspiration is still abundant.

Roger didn't waste time either, and chose the "Soul Ascension Ceremony" of "The Law of the Sword"!

Thanks to the rich wife's blessing.

Roger has very rich psychic mediums and materials.

Last time it was consumed after a copy of the time plank.

He still has two copies on hand.

This is enough for him to use any posture to improve his spiritism.

After the light incense.

Roger came to the spirit world again.

This time, he still chose one of the two, but he chose the knife master plank road.

So when the scene is switched.

He appeared directly on the third platform of the plank road.

With the previous experience.

Roger unhurriedly walked on the path of the knife master.

I don't know how long this trip will take.

Time seems to be a meaningless concept in the spiritual world.

Roger went all the way to exhaustion and collapsed consciousness.

finally.

When he looked up at the endless starry sky and slowly high cliffs.

He has successfully reached the sixth platform!

Only after crossing the sixth platform.

Roger clearly felt that the pressure had increased.

Although there was no monster interference.

But every gust of wind, shaking, and heart palpitations made him a little hard to resist.

he knows.

This is almost his limit.

Go up again.

It's easy to fall to the bottom of the valley!

At this time, closing is the most perfect.

But Roger still had some doubts in his mind.

It stands to reason that he is now a four-star inspirational boss.

It's not enough to get to 97 steps.

How much inspiration is the knife owner at the end of the steps?

To know.

According to his visual inspection.

The knife master plank road has at least 300 steps!

"Wait, I seem to be mistaken!"

"It is never the number of steps that determines the level of spiritism, but the height on the cliff of the spirit world!"

Roger suddenly woke up.

Because the height is often linked to the number of steps.

So he subconsciously confuses the two into one concept.

But this is not the case.

Because the plank road is built in a zigzag shape, in order to slow down the slope, the number of steps is much more than straight up and down.

Sometimes in order to bypass certain raised rocks.

The plank road even has to go some way down!

These roads are actually "invalid climbing".

But it also consumes a lot of inspiration.

If you count it like this.

It seems that there are drawbacks to walking on the plank road.

For beginners.

The plank road can effectively help reduce the difficulty.

But for seniors.

The existence of the plank road magnifies the climber's need for inspiration!

Roger suddenly felt.

The existence of the five-element plank road has a taste of ‘welcoming novices and suppressing veterans’.

Combining what we have seen and heard during the day today and our conversation with Ranwell.

Roger had a faint guess in his heart.

He sank his mind at the moment.

Consciousness withdrew from the spiritual world.

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"Spirit Ascension Ceremony: You have walked 66 steps in this ascension. Your performance has surpassed 99% of the psychics. The attention of the sword master is in effect..."

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"You got psychic points: knife*66;

Your spiritism: upgrade the sword to level III;

Your battle is upgraded to 5 stars (official

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"The attention of the sword owner: you have received a gift from the sword owner (Chi Jing Baodian

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"The Chi-Jing Treasure: Sword Teaching Tier 3 Secret Code. After practicing, you can learn the spirit art created by the sword master."

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"Essential Panel: Your Killing Person +0.08"

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In a shabby hut.

Roger looked down.

Unconsciously.

He has a thin booklet in his hand.

The book is misty.

It seemed that the power of profound and profound was exuding.

"the host!"

Sandy suddenly shouted:

"There is a problem with this book!"

Roger was taken aback.

He asked in a deep voice:

"How did you know?"

"Yes, your inspiration is seven stars..."

"My perception here is far worse than you!"

Roger gave a wry smile.

Unexpectedly, I will have a day of lack of perception.

Who knows that Sandy actually said indifferently:

"I don't use perception."

Roger was taken aback again.

But listen to Sandy:

"It says on the cover of the book..."

""If you want to practice this exercise, you must ask three questions;

What is a knife?

What is a person?

What is spirit?

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"There are indeed three problems here."

Hear here.

Roger's expression gradually became numb.

He pondered for a moment.

After all, there is no cheat given by the master of the practice sword—

The reason.

One is that he doesn't trust the owner of the knife enough;

Secondly, his demand for spiritism is already very low.

Roger came to the historical world for only one purpose—

Killing person!

As long as you can walk far enough on the cliff of the spirit world, it will do.

The rest are imaginary!

But Sandy interrupted like that.

He thought of a question.

This guy is a 7-inspired hunk. Can he perform a "spiritual ascension ceremony"?

If possible.

Where can it go?

Thought of this.

Roger couldn't wait to drag Sandy to ascend the spirit.

There is no shortage of materials in his hands anyway.

However, it is close to dawn at this time—

The ascension ceremony must be at night, otherwise the spirit world is too weak and the ascension will be greatly reduced.

So he could only temporarily suppress this idea.

After returning from the spirit world.

Roger took a nap in the room.

quickly.

The sound of footsteps came to mind in the village.

The first round of the game for the remaining people.

It will start today.

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morning.

Rest in peace in the playground of Hubei.

The mist is all over.

The laughter of the clown and the snow girl was mixed with a few sad screams.

Outside the guardrail.

Medog announced coldly:

"The fourth group is over, no survivors."

"The fifth group."

The portal opened quietly.

The fifth group of psychics walked in with firm expressions.

quickly.

Another round of games has begun.

Everything is business as usual.

There are no accidents.

This made Medog breathe a sigh of relief.

His eyes were always sweeping back and forth in the crowd.

well.

Roger was not found.

That guy finally settled down today.

Medog thought of it this way.

"No matter how terrifying your origin, no matter how powerful your strength, as long as today is past, you won't be able to tolerate your madness..."

He slowly cast his gaze to the playground.

Just now.

A demon clown with a crippled smile limped past with a chainsaw.

Medog showed a satisfied expression.

"This clown is very dedicated..."

in a blink.

The clown disappeared from his eyes.

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After a while.

The clown successfully traversed most of the playground's facilities.

Came to an invisible gate.

He stretched out his hands. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Touch the door lightly.

A soft and ethereal touch came slowly.

On the data bar.

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"Whether to enter the spirit world: Snow Girl Camp?"

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"Hint: You have come to the Snow Girl Camp."

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"Record: You started trekking in the Snow Girl Camp.

You flicked across the stream of the Snow Girl Camp.

You passed the valley of the Snow Girl Camp.

You climbed the holy peak of the Snow Girl Camp.

You discovered the totem of faith in the Snow Girl Camp—you felt the blessing of Lord Frost, and you realized that Snow Girl is actually a family member of Lord Frost.

You have obtained a secret message.」

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"You got 2 copies of the dust of the spirit world"

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"Warning: You were discovered by a group of snow girls! Please make a choice-

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The high-dimensional perspective is in effect.

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Option 1: Run away (run away without looking back)

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Selection result: There is a 50% probability of being discovered by the seniors of the Xuenv camp and reporting the frost master.

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Option 2: Deception (tell them that you are actually a snow girl, but you look a little different)

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Selection result: 1% of the mentally handicapped Snow Girl will believe this, and the rest will join forces to attack you.

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Option 3: Fire the cannon (Although you don't have a tank, and the affix of the possession ring today has nothing to do with tanks, you can still choose to shoot this group of snow girls;

Tip 1: In the spirit world, psychic soap has 200% power;

Tip 2: When necessary, tanks can also be emergency items)

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Selection result: smoothly annihilate all the snow girls who find anomalies without causing any commotion"

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"Do I have another choice?"

Roger shrugged.

Skillfully fetched a bar of soap from his waist.

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