I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

"Catch that agent from the Foundation." The forget-me-not's eyes were dark like the deep sea, "This is the contract we made in Vienna from the very beginning."

"This is different today, Mr. Forget-me-not." The exile shrugged, and a pistol inlaid with ivory appeared magically at his fingertips, and the muzzle twirled, "This is Rostock...you are here It's a mess, I have to pack up and run now."

The non-human disciples behind the forget-me-nots were in a commotion. Although they could no longer speak human words, they could still understand human words.

This rude answer did not make the forget-me-not angry. On the contrary, he needed to be alert if the exiles greeted him too warmly.

"The number of overpainted ruins is limited, and we can provide you with clues to two of them."

The exile raised his eyebrows knowingly, the spinning gun in his hand stopped with a snap, and he put it back into his pocket again.

Sure enough, as the hands of remodeling that came retrograde with the foundation, they also know what the overpainting ruins are.

"Let's go." The exile knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, and while turning around, he gave Li Lin a frantic wink, hoping that he would understand what he meant and stop the forget-me-not.

"You got sand in your eyes?" Li Lin asked in surprise.

The exile sighed, Li Lin had never let people down before, and it was too hard to expect him to understand winks.

After Li Lin finished harming the exiles, he turned his head to look at the forget-me-not Zhensheng: "Why didn't you take me with you? Although I'm sick when I'm sick, I'm not sick when I'm not sick."

"You're quite self-aware." The exile complained loudly, "But the way you speak now is a disease, right?"

Forget-me-not's lips were tightly pursed. In fact, he also felt uncomfortable, but in order to maintain his image, he still held back.

It's just that this appearance was noticed by Li Lin.

Seeing the forget-me-not who hesitated to speak, Li Lin leaned over and asked tentatively, "What age are you still smoking traditional cigarettes?"

"You must be sick." The forget-me-not finally broke out. He didn't dare to touch the Nian Tuanzi who was trapped in Li Lin's arms, but he still had the courage to use his words.

Li Lin looked around suspiciously: "Are you also from the Yongcheng Sanatorium?"

The forget-me-not couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head away. Standing with Li Lin, he felt that he was wasting his life.

The exile watched with a complicated face on the sidelines. Her original purpose was to let Li Lin hold the forget-me-not and give Wilting time to retreat.

Even though the eye contact didn't help, Li Lin still got the job done right...it's like you took over a work project with a piece of shitty code, but he was somehow able to make the whole project work .

For example, it's like a pigeon does not take off with its wings, but keeps turning its neck to take off in situ.

"I'll go to the dock, and you go pick up Vertin." The exile's lips moved, "Remember your identity."

"This is simple." Nian said in Li Lin's arms, "I can just turn into him and paddle on the side."

Li Lin walked into the alley and activated [Mottled Mimicry], which he hadn't used for a long time. His figure was a little shorter, his hair became greasy, and he was wrapped in a black robe.

He turned into a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a frown, holding a wand in his hand.

"Apparation."

The middle-aged man's body twisted instantly and disappeared into the alley.

Li Lin, who became the next year, walked out of the alley again, and walked to the port with the exiles.

......

"Starlight!"

In the sea area several kilometers outside the port of Rostock, there was a sudden sound of drumbeats, a white ship was advancing on the crest of the waves, and sometimes magnificent beams of light rose from the deck of the ship, bombarding the pursuers behind.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa—"

A rock girl wearing a beret and gradient shades laughs loudly on the high seas of the 1920s. The servants shaped by invisible techniques turn the rudder and turn the boat around a big turn to the beat of cheerful rock and roll drums, setting off huge waves. white wave.

Xing Mo's fingers flicked across the vinyl disc on the DJ stage, and the huge sound wave accompanied by the light from the apple around him sank the ferocious ship driven by the inhuman disciples behind him.

"This is completely different from the previous boats, it's really rock and roll!"

Apple flew to her side unsteadily: "Someone from Apple expressed great agreement."

It is not the first time they have fought against the inhuman disciples of the Reshaping Hand. In the British high seas in the 1960s, they were bombarded by a ferocious warship controlled by the inhuman disciples, which caused the destruction of the star's car.

Although Xing Mo doesn't have a good impression of the Foundation, but for the Remodeling Hand group, it's really a matter of new and old grudges.

Not to mention that they are now helping Welding attract firepower, and by the way, they can justifiably promote themselves.

Xingbang ordered the invisible servant to turn the rudder again, and then her voice was broadcast through the ship's radio station.

The radio used as a sample in the shop window, the radio in front of the family dining table, and even the radio station...all have the happy voice of Star Antimony.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Everyone, I'm your friend [Regulus]! Are you ready?"

She swung her arms vigorously to the beat of the drum, and her fingers slid a rhythmic note in the air.

"The following will bring you a confession from the future era!"

The apple danced, hitting Xing Mo's body with stage-like psychedelic light.

From the horn of the lighthouse in the deep water port of Rostock, there was an inspiring and intense drumbeat, followed by soulful singing and melodious guitar.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad."

"Take a sad song and make it better."

"Remember to let her into your heart."

"Then you can start to make it better."

The famous song "Hey Jude" by the Beatles from the 1960s appeared on the sea outside Rostock 40 years in advance, and spread to thousands of households along the radio network.

The residents of Rostock were not angry or angry, they just sat silently at the table, listening to this song that was out of tune with the times, but deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

......

Weirding put his hand on his shoulder, as if he picked up something, put his fingers in front of him, and then blew gently.

The silver-white candle flames rose and danced beside her, and Weilding reached out and held down his bowler hat, carrying a suitcase and hurried across the long street, in the shade of the trees and the shadows of the alley, the eyes of the non-human disciples were indifferent He watched the passers-by intently, but turned a blind eye to Weilding, who was surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere.

After passing through the long street bustling with people, Vertin silently let go of his hand and stared at the person in front of him in silence.

"You must not forget the foundation's mission." The person in front of him said to Weilding.

Wilding still stood there silently.

"Have you forgotten your duty?" The question became more intense and urgent, and the man's voice was stern.

Wilding said nothing.

"You will pay the price."

The figures dispersed along with the candlelight, and in front of them was a brick wall mottled with moss.

The hallucinations induced by the secret atmosphere became more and more serious.

274 Unskilled

[Current season: The season when phantoms frequently appear. 】

[What a spectacle. 】

This is not a reminder list in name only, but it is telling everyone that on the back of the waking world, there are seasons higher than the real seasons, and these seasons are usually formed by the aftermath of Si Chen's passion and will. Beings with higher ranks are more sensitive to the changes of the seasons, and have stronger ability to resist.

But it doesn't mean that they can be completely exempted from this price - even the immortals need to seek good luck and avoid evil, and excessive illusions can even make the immortals of the lamp, that is, the bright ones, melt themselves.

Just like crowned seeds lead to the season of disease, swinging spiders lead to the season of ambition, and the setting sun dominates the emergence of the dying season... The main reason for the season of frequent illusions is actually the The power of the glow is enhanced, and it pours into the waking world under the will of the night watchman Hitomi Nakato.

Any light source, even smooth things that reflect light, can act as a wedge to trigger illusions.

Note that the light sources and smooth things here are not things with mystical elements, but just general creations of the waking world.

The secret atmosphere is an "atmosphere" between the mysterious world and the waking world. It is mysterious and mysterious, which can make people subconsciously ignore some things that should be paid attention to, but it is easy to attract the attention of other existences. With continuous use and consumption, the mysterious influence began to linger around Wilding.

The non-human disciples of the Reshaping Hand stared mercilessly at each passer-by. Simple "passive ignorance" was no longer enough to hide from their eyes, and only active stimulation could disappear from their surveillance.

One after another, hallucinations began to appear, and even before the former had time to disappear, the latter appeared.

Weilding stood calmly in the shadow of trees that were inaccessible, watching the appearance and disappearance of familiar shadows one after another, watching their faces change from joy to distorted hatred, listening to their words from happiness to hatred curse curse.

"Si Chen."

"Si Chen..."

"Si Chen!"

It was as if these people who made her deeply determined to find the truth about the wave never existed.

She stood where she was until all visions were gone.

There is something moving in the shadows in the distance. It is the inhuman disciples of the Hand of Reshaping. Some of them were once human beings, some were creatures that existed in Mansus, and some lived in the wilderness and Aliens outside the scope of cognition.

Until the tide comes, they are seized by the twisted laws of society, or forced to cast the curtain of reshaping hands before the storm, or bound by ritual and invisible art, forced to or Voluntarily donned the mask of the Reshaping Hand.

At first these masks are just a status symbol, allowing them to maintain themselves in the world before the storm, but as they gradually identify with the concept of the reshaping hand, their original appearance will no longer exist, thus transforming into another thing.

The original life ends here, and the non-human disciples who have reshaped their faith are reborn.

This identification leads to a transformation, known among Foundation mentors as a "meme".

If there are no less than ten containment objects in the foundation's residence that can resist the effects of this season, she can also apply for one of them to get rid of these adverse effects when she keeps in touch with the foundation.

She raised her wrist to look, and the nixie tube clock on it, which was used to detect tide phenomena, hadn't turned yet.

Now Wilding is caught in a dilemma, the use of the secret atmosphere has come online, and with the passage of time, the non-human disciples have noticed that there is a lingering sense of strangeness in the air.

Wilding stood there waiting for the opportunity, her fingers had already reached her shoulders, and she was about to extinguish the penultimate candle.

The non-human disciples in the distance moved here rustlingly in the shadows.

Until the pedestrians on the road seemed to realize something, they quickly left towards the distance uncharacteristically, as if something was driving them behind them.

This action made all the disciples stop, and Weilding pressed his fingers on his shoulders, and once the situation changed, he immediately inspired a secret atmosphere to leave.

A drizzle fell from the sky, and a middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly appeared on the long street. He had greasy hair and a Sima face with frowning frowns.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wilding reached out and pressed the candle on his body, and the strong mysterious atmosphere was blazing again for a moment. This time, there were even the wings of winged creatures in the air, as well as the slightly white reflection in the field of vision.

She turned away.

The vision will reappear soon, luckily she still has her suitcase, just find a safe place...

A palm was pressed on Wilting's shoulder.

In the dark and damp alley, a middle-aged greasy man with a Sima face stood behind Weirding at some point.

"Potter... oh sorry for the typo, let's start over."

Snape of the Li Lin brand put on a stinky face, and said slowly: "Miss Wilding—"

Wilding, who was dazed by the endless hallucinations, instinctively felt that something was wrong, but it was hard for her to tell the difference.

The ground, the walls, the sky, everything is melting, dissolving in endless light—

The shadows are rapidly shrinking and disappearing, and the shadows of everything are shrinking and shriveling. Finally, the bright light engulfs everything, leaving only a piece of metaphysical whiteness.

It's like the light shining down on Mansu.

But Wilding knew that this was impossible, how could the glow come here?

It was a hallucination—a hallucination stronger than ever!

Wilding couldn't feel her body, although she had tried her best to pull out her gun and fired desperately at the direction that might be ahead, but in Li Lin's eyes, Wilding was twitching the corners of her mouth and standing there numbly.

There were no guns, and no muzzle flashes.

At this moment, her consciousness was completely enveloped by light that accommodated all colors.

"The soul is out of the body." Li Lin's eyes and Weierting looked at each other, and the pupils of both of them turned dead white in an instant, but Weierting's whiteness was quickly fading away.

Li Lin's forehead was thrown back as if he had been hit hard, and now it was his turn to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the glow.

"Hiss hiss hiss."

The non-human disciples stuck their heads out at the entrance of the alley, and they quickly found Li Lin and Weirding. The disciples who completed the task seemed very happy.

Li Lin didn't know what they were happy about, so he turned his head and looked at them suspiciously.

In an instant, all the non-human disciples jumped up in fear, and then turned into plumes of green smoke in the phantom formed by the glow, and ascended to heaven in place.

Their bodies made of pursuit, desire and twisted will cannot resist the power of this madness.

The inhuman disciples sent by the Hand of Reshaping were simply wiped out. If Go is used as a metaphor, Forget-Me-Not is a classic common move.

But here comes the problem. The hallucinations induced by obsession vary from person to person. Wilding's hallucinations can only make her half dead, but Li Lin's aftermath of hallucinations can send all non-human disciples to see the night watchman.

So how powerful is the illusion that is haunting Li Lin at this moment?