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

In people's usual imagination, Africa should be a land covered by deserts, but in fact it is not. The fertile land in Africa is beyond imagination. As for why the people living on it will fall into famine...even if No matter how hard the poverty alleviation efforts are, it will not be possible for the poverty alleviation targets to lie down and wait for death by themselves.

The situation in Algiers is slightly better. It will be the capital of Algeria in the future, and it also served as the temporary capital of France in World War II. A considerable part of the French Foreign Legion personnel came from here. A major feature of the colony is that It can see two completely different cultures exist side by side at the same time. The European lady is sitting in a gorgeous carriage and passing by the side of the road, and the Muslims in white robes not far away have hatred in their eyes.

Algiers has a new urban area and an old urban area.

The new urban area is arranged along the coast and develops upward along the hillside. The streets are parallel to the coast, and there are many European-style buildings and street parks.The old urban area is located on the hill, retaining strong Arab ethnic characteristics and full of ancient interest.

The place where they logged in belonged to the new urban area, so their clothes that were incompatible with the local ethnic group were very suitable here.

"I have a question." Li Lin looked at the exile who was dealing with the patrol police and suddenly spoke.

Weirding and Xing Tie did not speak, but turned their attention to Li Lin.

Li Lin continued: "...Why do you always lie on my head? Shouldn't I be the one on top?"

Wilding's eyes were fixed, and her ears were raised without any trace. She was also very interested in this question.

"Yeah, why." Compared with Wilding's implicitness, Xing Mo's question was more straightforward.

"I thought you were my mount, sobbing and sobbing." Nian pouted and pretended to wipe away tears.

"What?!" Li Lin was startled, and then flew into a rage, "It's against you! It's against you!"

"Oh, it makes me sad. Can you forgive me if I act cute?" Nian Tuanzi shook his tail.

"Oh?" Li Lin raised his eyebrows and reached out to rub his chin, "Give me Kangkang."

"There is a cute here, I want to sell it, how much do you plan to pay?"

Xing Tiao was still listening cheerfully, and Weilding looked away without a trace, she felt that if she continued to listen, she would be at risk of being assimilated.

Fortunately, the exiles have returned.

286 dokidoki, just exile

"How is it?" Wilding walked over, reached out and naturally took the bag of clothes in the exile's arms.

"Not much, let's talk as we walk."

Under the leadership of the exiles, they went to the Kasbah district in the northeast, which is the most charming place in Algiers. There are hundreds of thousands of Muslims living here. The white Arab robe is the most fashionable and the most suitable clothing for the environment.

The place is full of low stone buildings made of slightly carved stones, densely packed along the mountain. The ancient ruins of the castle and the large mosque with a dome tower stand high above the stone houses, which are particularly eye-catching. Hundreds of gravel paths are long, narrow, winding, and mostly stepped, making them inaccessible to cars.

The two shops on the street are connected, and they trade according to the old tradition. They sell carpets, felts, colored silks, tea sets, copper plates, jewelry, etc. full of national colors. The most prosperous businesses are food stalls, restaurants, and cafes.The Albaji Street in this area is a famous Arab market. In the early morning and evening, the prayers from the towering minarets appear and disappear in the air, adding mystery to the Kasbah.

"I have two news, one bad and the other bad," said the exile.

The difference between these two pieces of news is that the degree of badness is different. Weilding thought about it for a while and motioned her to talk about the worst one first.

"The liquidator is already here." The exile lowered his voice, but the cold chill had penetrated into the bones of the audience through her words. Except for Li Lin and Nian, who were heartless, almost everyone Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't their purpose of hiding in Tibet just to avoid the liquidator's pursuit?As a result, when he arrived in Algiers, he found that the liquidator was already here... Xing Tie put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he were an exile, he might already be on the verge of collapse.

"What's the not-so-bad news?" Starbow asked.

The exile turned his head carefully and looked around, then lowered his voice after signaling Apple to release an invisible device that distorted hearing: "The National Liberation Front wants to take action, so we must also show something."

As the largest local secular religious and anti-colonial organization, the ideas and history of the National Liberation Front are as old as this city.

In fact, the history of the Kasbah can be traced back to Carthage in the fourth century BC. At that time, it was a trading post of Carthage. Most of the castles, ancient monasteries and Ottoman palaces are preserved here, while those traditional cities Architecture and deep-rooted national concepts are also preserved.

No matter how powerful the French are, it is impossible to find the National Liberation Front who opposes them among the hundreds of thousands of Muslims-this secularized religion has won the support of the people.

A leader named Ali used a strict organizational method to carry out their assassination operations against the French. Everyone in this organization has only one boss and two downlines developed by him. In this way, once a certain chain goes wrong, The whole organization will not be eradicated, because you only know three people, and you don't know anyone else.

During the operation you will be secretly helped by people you don't know, and they will quietly slip you a pistol or a bomb.

The police were assassinated, the taverns were bombed, and the French couldn't find the murderers at all-because they were the women in the headscarves, they were the ignorant children, they were the responsible fruit farmers, they were all, but they Neither, they are soldiers when they pick up their guns, and they are civilians when they put down their guns.

"It's really great." Xing Antimony sighed sincerely after listening to the exile's brief introduction to this organization.

"This is our trouble." The exile was noncommittal about Xing Antimony's evaluation. "Because my antique dealer friend's connections are members of this organization, so we have to make a choice, either join this organization, Or snitch to the real people in power.”

"I will never tell the truth." Xing Antimony was the first to stand up and said.

Vertin analyzed calmly as always: "This will attract liquidators."

Whether they choose to help or betray, they will attract the attention of the liquidators already in this city.

The exile didn't speak, but just raised his head and looked at the distant scenery.

The houses here are mostly two to three-story buildings, which are built of slightly carved stones along the hillside and arranged densely together.The antique castle ruins and the mosque on the top of the round tower stand tall among these houses, which are particularly eye-catching.

Rosin and bougainvillea, white walls and the sparkle of the sea, warm wind and the smoldering fire of revolution.That's the tone of the city.

She turned her head and wanted to say something, when there was a melodious and sad flute sound not far away, the exile looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the edge of the bustling crowd, in front of the display windows of spices and jewelry, In the special aroma of snack bars and cafes, several mariachi musicians are standing there.

The mariachi wearing a white turban is holding a flute named Nay, and the melodious and sad sound of the flute is coming from his hand.

This is followed by the oud, shaped like an oriental lute, and the nakara, a single-sided drum shaped like a bowl.As if aware of the gaze of the exile, the musician holding the Ney flute nodded slightly to the exile, with a strange smile on his dark face.

Before he had time to taste what this smile meant, the exile suddenly had an illusion: his heartbeat increased.

No, this is not an illusion.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, like a violent drumbeat, and like a beat tapped with your feet on the ground.

The musician smiled cheerfully and stretched out his hands to snap his fingers, each time like tapping on the exile's heart.

"Is it...the liquidator, or—" The exile's consciousness was unprecedentedly excited, the blood in her body seemed to be boiling with the overload of the heart, and she knew very well that her state was not normal.

At the same time, three consecutive screams of pain sounded from behind the exile. She turned around with difficulty and saw Xing Antimony and Vertin both frowning, holding their chests and staggering back until they were slowly sliding against the wall. Sit down.

Nosebleeds flowed down their nostrils.

This piece of music affects not only the exile, but also the companions behind her, but the exile has the blood of the earth, the length of the blood bar is far beyond imagination, and there is room for thinking and counterattack.

But even so, her vision was gradually turning red. At that time, the blood vessels in her eyeballs ruptured due to excessive pressure, and her heart was running rapidly until it exceeded the body's load limit and exploded with a bang.

Now she can still move, but when the exile looked in the direction where the musician was before, he found that she had disappeared.

Seeing that the exiles were not completely incapacitated like Xingbang and Wilding, the musician who changed positions in advance cautiously gestured to his companions, preparing to retreat into the crowd.

287 Who is singing, warming the loneliness

The thunder that originated from the heart rolled in, not only that, the strong tremor seemed to use the skin of the whole body as a drumhead, and every time it beat, an indescribable sense of joy burst out from the chest.

This storm originated between the ears, and after touching the skin from the inside out, there was a very short pause, but a stronger resonance followed.

Just like being in the Golden Hall of Vienna, feeling the roar of orchestral music coming from all directions——

The sky and the earth are turned upside down, everything is crazy and intoxicated, the thunder from the heart merges with the echo reflected by the skin, the tiny capillaries in the body have been ruptured, the exile stands up with difficulty, and feels his own death before taking two steps. The heart was seized again.

The sound of the single-sided drum Nakara joined in, and the weird drum beats made the melodious flute more intense. But they are still making the magic sound of "slow death".

The so-called slow death is only relative to the methods of Blade Phase and Cast Phase. Compared with the straightforward destruction of Blade Phase and Cast Phase, Heart Phase and Moth Phase are more inclined to make the victim suffer more and more painful suffering.

But even in the subjective concept, this pain seems to be as long as the world is destroyed, but in the eyes of bystanders, it is no more than one or two minutes at most.

With just the act of getting up, the exile's heartbeat soared to over 90.00, and the huge intraocular pressure blurred her vision. Fortunately, the blood of the earth could still persist, otherwise the exile, who had withstood [-]% of the pressure, would now feel like rushing. It's better to explode from the inside out like an inflated balloon.

When the melody originated from the resonance of the skin and heart, a feeling rose in the exile's heart: he still had at most 1 minute to struggle.

She clenched her fists bit by bit, feeling the thunder that was getting louder and brighter in her body—if the mind image didn't summon storms and thunder, it would only act on the human body, and while causing pain, it could also stimulate vitality .

This is why the mystics and supernatural beings of the mind often appear from musicians, dancers, and doctors. These occupations allow them to have a deeper understanding and grasp of the knowledge of the mind.

This 1 minute will make the exile go to death quickly, but it will also make her stronger than ever before.

......

"Huh? Did you hear the music?" Li Lin looked away from the food stall when he heard the sound, and looked around.

The melodious sound of the flute has come from far and near.

Nian took the opportunity to bite off a large piece of Arabic pizza from Li Lin's hand. As a part of Muslim culture, Arabic pizza, like the steamed buns of the Ming Dynasty, plays an important role in three meals a day.

"This is the invisible technique of mind." Nian said at the right time, distracting Li Lin's attention, and took another bite, "It's coming for you, and the effect is probably to make your internal organs rupture and die."

"Hey." Li Lin cheered up, "Who is so reckless. How dare you come to me?"

"We have said that this is Algiers, and national sentiments are mixed with so-called self-esteem. Who knows who they are? Fear does not exist. For them, they can go to heaven if they die. 72 untapped boys and girls are serving them, they are so beautiful."

Li Lin, who has a unique abnormal thinking pattern unique to neurosis, fell into a brief thought: So these shameless and self-aware guys are actually here to see themselves as a shortcut to heaven?

How can there be such a good thing in the world? !

Some of their enjoyments don't even belong to themselves!

Li Lin, who can't see the goodness of others, suddenly became terrified. He pulled out his shock and knocked on the ground. At the same time, through the resonance of the heart of God, the effect of shock spread rapidly. In an instant, whether it was innocent pedestrians or The musicians lurking in the crowd and trying to get rid of Li Lin, who slipped through the net, fell into an inevitable blank mind.

--What happened?

The continuous performance was interrupted by shock, but the invisibility technique that had already taken effect would not just fade away. The Algiers folk tune was gradually becoming louder. It was the product of the resonance of the heart, skin and bones, and belonged exclusively to Li Lin Yiren's "music" is taking shape.

"Stay where you are and don't move." Nian didn't care about eating, "This is the invisible technique of the Sufi sect, which directly corresponds to the gap between Yaoshan in Si Chenzhong!"

"What the hell?" Li Lin scratched his head in amazement, why did he get along with Si Chen?

And who is the Sichen in the gap between Yaoshan, why has never heard anyone mention it before.

"The Gap of Yaoshan Mountain, also known as Shanben, also known as Chuangkou, is honored as the god who contains everything, the god who brings gifts, and the god who bursts out from the mountain." Nian said quickly, as if he was not very willing to introduce this Wei Sichen, "It's normal that you haven't heard of His belief, because He is a Sichen that only exists in Islam."

"But that's not the point. The point is that you don't move." Nian said.

This invisible technique essentially injures through the resonance in the body, and at the same time performs the operation through the mysterious connection of snapping fingers, beats, drums and the heart. Its gist is to destroy the balance point in the human body to cause more severe damage.

Li Lin looked embarrassed: "Is it just that you can't move?"

"That's right." Nian said, "What do you want to do?"

Li Lin has the secret biography of the exterior scene inherited from the Thunder King. Even if he does nothing, the low-level mind-invisible technique will dissipate on its own after a short period of time.

But what kind of person is Master Li?

"I want to sing." Li Lin couldn't suppress the desire to sing deep in his heart, and he opened his mouth, "I want a high note that will destroy the world!"

"Three days and three nights ↗ Mid night ↗ Don't stop dancing!"

Li Lin sang at the top of his lungs, and what followed was a joyous feeling that was about to burst out from his chest, and something was about to move in his body.

This is not enough.

But the invisible technique of the mind has been suppressed.

Rather, it was directed in another direction of development.

Li Lin seemed to want to sing a high note, looking around at the stunned crowd, a proud smile appeared on Li Lin's face, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes and sang: "Yeah Laso—that's Qing! Zang! Gaoaoaoaoaoaoao Awow owow original↗—”

The onlookers all gasped and applauded after recovering. Although they didn't understand, they were frightened by Li Lin's ferocious high-pitched voice. What's more, they put their hands together to show their respect, and they gave coins as a reward. .

Li Lin couldn't help but have an unbelievable look on his face, he could really sing high notes?

In shock, he didn't realize that with his high-pitched singing just now, the invisible art of mind has been deciphered.

......

The musician on the other side, who had suffered a shocking blow first and had yet to recover, felt his body tremble as if struck by lightning at the moment the invisible technique was cracked, and the backlash appeared strangely on his arm following the connection in mysticism.

The musician holding the one-sided drum Nakara in one hand was dripping with cold sweat. His right arm was distorted unnaturally, but the paradox was that when the palm of his left hand passed over the visually twisted right arm, it was still smooth and smooth, as if It was just an illusion, but the sharp pain in his arm couldn't be faked.

This kind of situation can only prove one thing, his sense of touch is dissociated.

"Ebdullah!" The musician with the flute held his body, "Go quickly."

Contrary to the imagination of others, the leader of the ceremony was not the flute player who made the first appearance, but this inconspicuous musician named Abdullah who held a single-sided drum.

But now that the ceremony has been interrupted, they can only keep fleeing.

What's more important is that the target they originally wanted to assassinate is now chasing him.

They have 1 minute left.

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1 minutes left.

The exile's face was abnormally red, she was breathing heavily, her temple feathers were flying and falling, and the pistol decorated with pearls and ivory was tightly gripped, ready to fire at any time.

The surrounding noises drowned out the music, but as time went by, the position of the group of wandering musicians became clearer in the exile's mind. This was an intuition almost like a beast. She still remembered that she When he left the orange grove in Sicily and first entered the liquidator, how did the man who was called his father train himself in the wilderness.