Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

After the man finished shouting, he became quiet again.

There was no movement in the woods, and two duck-like "quacking" sounds came from the distance, as if mocking this group of alert humans.

A middle-aged black-haired man dressed as a sailor suddenly turned over behind the tree trunk, but the revolver was thrown into the air. He only saw a layer of cloak that fell to the ground, as red as blood.

He blew a whistle with a rapid inflection, which was the secret signal of the pirate group and represented "lurking enemy".

The middle-aged man did not touch the red cloak on the ground easily. He just glanced at the thing, and his spiritual intuition gave him a bad feeling.

If the cloak appears out of thin air, it means it is a monster. If it does not appear out of thin air, it means the enemy is still lurking nearby. There are clearly traces of someone staying here, but they disappeared out of thin air?

The middle-aged man just wanted to shout a reminder, but he already felt that he had lost control of his hands. He watched as his body took another step forward, threw away the gun in his hand, and leaned towards the cloak.

He wanted to scream and warn the other companions present, but he was completely unable to control his body movements.

The moment the middle-aged man held up the red cloak in his hands, the cloak was already covering his body.

When Pedro screamed, everyone else did not hesitate and quickly pulled the trigger in the direction of the tree.

The gray-haired man at the head was extremely tall. His muscles bulged in an instant. He directly picked up a three-meter-high tree in front of him and threw the tree fiercely during the slow sound of the gunfire.

"Andrew!" Another thin brown-haired man yelled reproachfully, which was consistent with the previous guess that the other party was not hostile.

"Pedro didn't even have a chance to escape. The enemy is not something we can easily deal with. Get back to the ship quickly!" the gray-haired man yelled.

Behind the tree, Pedro kept screaming and calling for help, until the trunk of the tree was crushed by another tree that fell head-on. The broken wood fell backward, and the painful sound was also suppressed underneath.

The leader of this group of pirates made a decisive choice. While filling the wheel with a new round of bullets, he stepped back, wanting to leave their dead companions behind and leave the island as soon as possible.

Suddenly, another sturdy pirate raised the muzzle of his newly loaded gun and pointed it at the gray-haired man beside him who was also retreating.

When the gunfire rang out, the gray-haired man instinctively lowered his body, which allowed him to escape. The bullet exploded a cloud of blood from his back and penetrated into the grass next to him.

"Are you crazy!?" The bear-like strong gray-haired man waved his arms vigorously, hooked the pirate's neck, threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

Then he saw his men's eyes full of fear before being knocked unconscious, and then he realized something was wrong.

The gray-haired man's path is not good at dealing with spiritual power. His most powerful thing is physical force.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, he did not catch the light that broke away from the pirates and merged into the body of the reptile. Pedro, the only one in the pirate team with psychic vision, had fallen behind the cut tree just now.

Something red was squirming behind the tree, making a hair-raising sucking and flowing sound.

"Be vigilant and leave as soon as possible, the enemy is nearby!"

The gray-haired man roared angrily, constantly turning his head to guard in all directions, fearing that the thing that tortured Pedro and controlled his men would fall on his face in the next second.

However, the pirate who was knocked unconscious just now was just the beginning.

Gunshots rang out twice in succession. Some people wailed because they were injured. They even raised their weapons without ceremony and fired several shots at their terrified companions to eliminate the "traitors" who had hurt others.

In the next section of the escape route, this small team of only seven or eight people in total became more and more separated from each other, because no one knew whether the gunfire that rang out at the next moment came from the approaching companions or whether it was aimed at them. It will be myself.

When he noticed this, the gray-haired man yelled again: "Don't be alone! Find a hiding spot, but don't be alone——"

His words stopped suddenly, and his mind went blank for a moment. The muscles of his body were mobilized according to the instructions of the previous moment, and continued to push him to run forward two steps, and the inertia was buffered.

The gunshot rang out, and the man's strong body fell sideways, like a grizzly bear killed by a hunter's precise aim. The hole in his temple was exposed, and the bright red color spread all over the place.

There were only three other survivors left. They ran even more dispersed, running away from others, fearing that the gunfire would be aimed at them again at the next moment.

The shooter was the fourth person, a thin man with short brown hair. One of his eyes was full of fear, but the other was gentle and indifferent. Two completely different emotions appeared on the same face. It seems to make others feel schizophrenic.

But there was no one else here, and the man found that the gun in his right hand was raised and pointed at his temple.

What a straightforward and effective deterrent. The finger on the trigger was raised and lowered, like a coin flipping in the air, without landing on either side.

This hesitation lasted for several seconds, making the person who had difficulty controlling his body feel more and more collapsed. Now he would rather the person lying on the ground was himself, so that he would not have to suffer such bizarre threats.

"Let me ask you a question, where is this place?"

The man heard such words coming out of his mouth.

The moment he regained control of his mouth, he couldn't wait to answer the question: "The Rhoside Islands! To the east and northeast! It's only half a day's sail from Nas! It's an unmarked desert island!"

Then the man was in a daze for a moment, and then he lost his mouth again, but the gun in his right hand was also controlled to be put down, holding it tightly in his hand.

"For the sake of honesty." The person who said this sounded in good spirits.

The man never knew that his own voice could make him so fearful.

But the person occupying his body obviously did not intend to give him relief. He could only be trapped in his own body, walking step by step along the place where he ran before, gradually returning to the origin of the battle.

"May I have your name?"

Generally, no one would deliberately ask a dead person's name unless it is to be written on the tombstone, but men would rather have a positive thought and hope that the other person will let him go.

After gaining control of his words, he quickly replied: "Vika, my name is Vika!"

This time, the communicable invisible ghost said directly in his head: "Okay, Vika, I think it's best not to tell you my name. You are too panicked and will mistakenly think that I am going to attack you. That’s why I told you my identity without any scruples.”

When this voice sounded, Vika's eyes were obviously glazed for a moment, because the other person sounded like a quite young lady, and her words were gentle and even smiling.

If he hadn't been controlled by the other party and had just walked past a pirate who had been knocked unconscious, Vika might have relaxed a little because of the sound.

"Are you...are you an evil spirit?" Vika asked subconsciously.

"Me? Of course I'm not. I was just sent to this island accidentally."

Vika gradually understood what happened. Who would have thought that there would be others on this desert island. Although they were just loners, they were completely untouchable: "So you, you, like Pedro and Andrew, are extraordinary people." By?"

"yes."

Vika swallowed his saliva and tried to figure out the other party's intention, and then his thoughts suddenly disappeared.

The voice sighed helplessly: "Well, I actually don't have any purpose. You already know what I want to do. Didn't I ask you at the beginning?"

Vika opened her mouth in disbelief: "Just to ask where this is!? You just--"

The voice was obviously dissatisfied: "Don't be so surprised. If I were really just an 'ordinary' lady with no power to fight back, what would happen now?"

"us……"

"The best thing that could happen is to die at gunpoint on the spot, isn't it? Mr. Vikar, I heard the conversation between you when I was hiding behind the tree."

Vika slowly closed her mouth.

He knew in his heart that what the other party said was true. A person without strength in the sea was not much different from a fish waiting to be scaled, let alone a woman.

He was not a man of integrity, otherwise he would not have gotten on a pirate ship and only served as their guide. After all, the pirates on this ship are all just a mob, and Vika understands this very well. If they die, they will die. The friendship between them is not enough to make Vika become bitter and hateful.

In the current situation, Andrew himself mistook the shark for a dolphin, and there is nothing to say.

"Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Vika was afraid of making the other party dissatisfied, so he quickly replied:

"There are people from all over the world on the pirate ship. I only know that Andrew is from Sunia Island. He was a mercenary before he went to sea. I boarded the ship in Rorsted, and there were also many people who boarded the ship from the archipelago.

"I wonder how Pedro, the guy behind the tree, knew there was a desert island. They speculated that there might be some treasure hidden here..."

It's a pity that there is no treasure and no life. Vika didn't know if the other two people who ran away were being hunted. If they returned to the ship, everyone would definitely leave immediately.

Without Andrew's restraint, that group of people may not listen to the first mate, and there are several dissatisfied bastards. If there is internal strife on the ship, there might even be a fight for control.

Esther stole some of Vika's ideas and quickly stuffed them back. This man was not an extraordinary person. Although he knew something about mysticism, most of it should come from his companions.

To put it simply, it would be easier to control, but Esther kept him alive just because she heard that in the previous conversation, Vika showed the slightest bit of unwillingness to fight.

Regardless of whether this was due to cowardice or fear, Esther did not kill him directly.

Vika walked back to the big tree that had originally collapsed. The broken half of the trunk lay in front of him. He realized that the sucking sound behind the tree had completely disappeared.

Only the corners of the bright red cloak were exposed, and the lower part was propped up, showing a half-curled shape of a human body.