Start with a photographic memory and build a memory palace

Chapter 63 Night Attack
……

Outside the military camp.

In a dense forest.

The black-robed man from the Zhanbo tribe, whose arm was broken by Wu Wen and who was thrown out, staggered here.

Deep in the woods, there were about a dozen people in black robes waiting there. Leading them were Zhan Feng, Zhan Yu and Zhan Lei, who had had interactions with Wu Wen before.

"How is this going?"

"How did you become like this?"

When everyone saw that he was injured, they came forward and asked about his concern.

"Not only did Wu Wen reject me, he also broke my hand!" he said angrily.

"what!"

How dare he do this! "

When everyone heard this, they were filled with indignation.

"Quiet!"

Zhan Feng shouted softly, and everyone fell silent.

"It seems that we have to take some tough measures." Zhan Feng said with a stern look.

"But, before the clan leader left, he told us that unless it's absolutely necessary..." someone reminded hesitantly.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Wu Wen really doesn't like us, so how could he join us sincerely?

Therefore, if we want to take him down, we must use secret techniques. "Zhan Feng interrupted the other party and said in a firm tone.

The secret technique he mentioned was the "mind-calling technique" of the Zhanbo people that could control people's minds.

The Zhanbo people originated from India, which is farther away from the Western Regions. It is a place where faith is supreme and people's status is strictly divided into different levels. Even the rulers of the dynasty have to be subordinate to the priests.

The Zhanbo people were forced to flee India because they failed in their struggle with other sects, and they traveled thousands of miles to reach the Central Plains.

As a sect, the Jambo people naturally have many believers and followers.

"Mind calling" is a method they use to confuse and control believers.

First, he performed miracles through illusion to attract believers, and then used "mind calling" to brainwash the believers, making them become fanatical believers and dedicate everything to the Zhanbo people.

Zhan Feng's proposal was supported by most people present, but Zhan Yu and Zhan Lei, who stood side by side with him, looked worried:
"Is this really okay? The clan leader has clearly instructed us not to perform any miracles to recruit believers before we have truly established a foothold here, let alone the 'mind-calling technique'."

Zhan Feng turned to look at the two of them, his expression serious: "What did the clan leader tell us when he left?"

"We must do everything we can to get Wu Wen to join us!"

Zhan Yu and Zhan Lei were silent for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement with Zhan Feng's plan.

Everyone reached a consensus.

Zhan Feng showed a satisfied smile on his face: "In that case, let's plan what to do!"

night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

All sounds are silent.

In the tent, Wu Wen, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly smelled a faint strange fragrance.

In an instant, he opened his eyes and saw a layer of light mist rising in the tent.

He immediately held his breath, pretending that he hadn't noticed anything, and continued to pretend to be asleep without making any movement.

Eight black figures slowly entered the tent.

They each held a magical weapon in their hands and slowly approached Wu Wen.

"Sahihahahahahaha..."

A man came to Wu Wen, bent down, and recited softly in his ear.

"Mind-calling technique!" Having inherited the magic of bewitching gods, he immediately understood what the other party wanted to do to him.

The other seven people, each holding a magical instrument in their hands, "performed" for Wu Wen.

However, although they made some movements, the magic weapons in their hands did not make any sound.

However, under their "silent performance", Wu Wen actually had an illusion in his mind, as if seven fairies in colorful skirts descended from the sky, dancing gracefully with musical instruments in their hands.

In addition, he also realized that his body was a little out of control. This method did not exist in the Magic of the Gods!
Wu Wen stopped pretending and suddenly exploded.

He placed his hands on the head of the man lying next to his ears, then twisted it hard, breaking his neck.

The other seven people were stunned when they saw this.

Just as they were about to react, Wu Wen had already drawn out the sword that was placed on the bedside. With a flash of cold light, it seemed as if he did not touch them, but in fact the tip of the sword had already slashed through the throats of seven people at the same time.

The seven people's pupils widened and they wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

The sudden strong feeling of suffocation made them collapse to the ground in an instant. After twitching a few times, they became unresponsive.

Wu Wen stuck the sword in his hand into the ground, picked up the bow and arrow hanging beside him, and strode out the door.

At this time, there were layers of fog surrounding the outside of the tent.

In this fog, all the other men in black robes hid in the dark, holding tools for creating fog in their hands, maintaining fog that was enough to cover half of the barracks centered on Wu Wen's tent.

Although these people were wearing black robes and hiding in the dark fog, in Wu Wen's eyes, they were no different from light bulbs in the dark night.

Walking in the dark, hiding in their blind spots.

Bend the bow and nock the arrow.

With a "bang" sound, the arrow was shot out, and instantly a man in a black robe in the dark fell to the ground and died.

Continuing to draw his bow and arrow, Wu Wen killed his enemies one by one as if he was shooting at a target.

In a short while, all the men in black robes were shot dead by him.

With their deaths, the unmaintained fog in the night will gradually dissipate.

Wu Wen came to Yang Ergou's tent not far away, saw him sleeping and snoring, and picked him up.

Yang Ergou opened his eyes and looked at Wu Wen in front of him. He was still in a daze for a moment. After a moment, he came to his senses and immediately asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

"Follow me!" After a call, Yang Ergou followed immediately.

When Yang Ergou arrived at Wu Wen's tent and saw eight corpses lying on the ground, he was about to speak loudly but was immediately stopped by Wu Wen with his hand.

"Keep your voice down!"

"Young master, who has the guts to assassinate you in the military camp!" Yang Ergou said softly.

"Don't worry about it. Help me get rid of these people and don't let anyone know!"

"How should we deal with it? Should we transport it out of the barracks?"

"No, bury it on the spot!"

Discipline in the military camp is strict. The camp gates are closed at night and no one can leave without military orders.

Wu Wen asked Yang Ergou to dig a pit in the middle of the tent, while he went outside and dragged the corpses into the tent before the fog completely dissipated.

Yang Ergou was shocked when he saw so many people: "So many, did you kill them all by yourself?"

"Dig quickly!"

Wu Wen did not explain much, but started digging the hole quickly with Yang Ergou.

The pit that could bury more than a dozen people was not small. The two men dug for a whole night, but they were only able to bury half of the people.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Yang Ergou said to Wu Wen, "Master, what should we do now?"

"Keep digging!"

This is his tent. As long as no one comes in, no one will know what is going on inside.

"But there's no place to pile this dirt!"

Yang Ergou turned around and looked at the tent that was almost covered with dirt, and said helplessly.

Wu Wen looked at the soil dug out from the pit and thought that this was indeed a problem.

"Bury half first, and find a way to deal with the rest later!"

As they spoke, the two men buried half of the body in the pit first, and the remaining soil and body continued to pile there.

This was the first time Wu Wen had done this kind of work. He finally understood why it was easy to kill someone but difficult to deal with the body.

……

(End of this chapter)