Chapter 48: The Great Illusionist

Meng Fan tried almost all the methods and finally couldn't break free from this illusion.

There is no pain, no hunger, and everything around it seems to be extremely true.

Moreover, what's more terrible is that the familiar memory in his mind is slowly disappearing. Meng Fan can't even remember Qian'er's appearance. As for other companions, he can't even remember the names.

"What should I do?" Meng Fan hugged his head and looked very painful.

Pain?

What is pain?

Meng Fan was stunned. In this illusory scene, did he even lose his pain?

On the head, the sun is still bright, and the endless feeling of laziness comes, bringing irresistible fatigue.

"Sleep."

"Sleep."

......

Parents' voices, plain voices... Many kinds of voices echoed in Meng Fan's ears, making Meng Fan's consciousness in a trance and more difficult to stand.

'Bang!'

At the gate where consciousness was about to completely fall, a loud noise suddenly came to his ear, and Meng Fan suddenly woke up.

I opened my eyes, but I saw that the surrounding space collapsed and fragmented like a mirror. In ten seconds, the scene of the orphanage completely disappeared.

And the space changed rapidly, and a lush forest suddenly came into sight. The light was dim, and the air was full of earth fragrance.

"Are you back? What happened?" Meng Fan was very confused. Thinking of the fantasy just now, his head began to hurt again.

"Meng Fan, you're awake."

"Captain, you finally woke up."

"Captain..."

The companions surrounded Meng Fan in the middle, with a face full of concern, especially Su Qian, who had not completely dried up.

"What happened just now?" Meng Fan found himself sitting in the grass, and his sharp sword grass arm was full of small openings, which was hot and painful.

And the scene in the fantasy just now is still vivid. Parents, plain, each of them is so real and illusory.

"This, you should ask her!" A gentle man's voice suddenly sounded, a little strange, but he seemed to have known each other.

"Who is it?" Meng Fan was shocked and looked in the direction of the sound, but saw Qin Wanyong, wearing square glasses, standing under the tree not far away with a gentle smile on his face.

Behind him stood three people, one dressed as a European priest, holding a thick Bible in his hand, saying words, as if praying; the other was short and a little obscene, with two golden front teeth outside, making him look similar to an upstart; the last one was a clown with a face. The red and white look a little funny.

"Qin Wanyong?" Meng Fan struggled to stand up, "Have you also come here?"

Qin Wanyong spread out his hands and said helplessly, "My eldest brother is dead. As a younger brother, I should do something."

When it comes to the death of the eldest brother, Qin Wanyong's expression obviously changed. Meng Fan knew very well that the helplessness and relaxation were completely forced by him. Qin Wanshan's death must have hit him a lot.

"Meng Fan, what you experienced just now was completely made by this person." Qin Wanyong said, picked up a man from behind and threw him in front of Meng Fan.

It was the woman in pink, but when she saw her expression dementia, she trembled all over, and she couldn't help gasping for breath.

"Is it her?" Meng Fan remembered that before falling into the fantasy, he saw her standing on a big tree and shot two flying knives at her.

However, it is obvious that the two flying knives did not complete their tasks, but they were in her way.

"Her name is Li Yuexin, alias an illusionist, who is a controller." Qin Wanyong said lightly, "However, she gave up her identity as the controller and joined a master shadow killer organization."

"What?" Meng Fan exclaimed.

"Don't you believe it? Unfortunately, that's the truth. My needle won't lie to me. Qin Wanyong raised his hand gently, and a silver needle that was so small that it was difficult to recognize with the naked eye shot out from his fingertips and disappeared directly in the temple of the woman in pink.

"The seven-type soul needle of silver needle can draw out the secrets in a person's heart." Qin Wanyong looked pale, squatted in front of the woman in pink and whispered, "Tell Meng Fan, who you are."

"My name is Li Yuexin, female, 27 years old, alias the illusionist, who can lead people into the fantasy world. Once he sleeps in the fantasy world, he will never wake up again."

Li Yuexin's words shocked Meng Fan into a cold sweat.

Meng Fan remembered very clearly that at the last moment in the fantasy, countless voices persuaded him to sleep peacefully. In their soft voices, he almost fell asleep.

If the fantasy collapses a few minutes later, you will always be trapped in the fantasy and never see your companions again.

Survival and death are only one line worse.

"Thank you, Qin Wanyong, I owe you a life." Thinking of this, Meng Fan hurriedly thanked Qin Wanyong.

"Thank you?" Qin Wanyong shook his head gently and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Meng Fan, I really want to save you, but there is nothing I can do. This woman's ability is very special. Even if I subdue her and make her unable to move, I can't save you from the fantasy.

"Oh?" Meng Fan was stunned.

It's not Qin Wanyong, who is it?

Who rescued himself at the critical moment when he was about to completely fall into a fantasy?

Meng Fan patted his head hard, confused and had no clue at all.

"Captain." Li He said, "Let's not think so much. Let's judge this woman well. Maybe we can know something about the shadow killer organization."

"Uh, uh..." At this time, Li Yuexin, who had completely lost her ability to move, suddenly raised her head, her eyes were empty, and her chest fluctuated rapidly up and down, as if there was some kind of abnormality in her chest, ready to come out.

"Hm?" Qin Wanyong's face changed, and a silver needle shot out and went straight into Li Yuexin's chest.

"He, He..." After a brief calm, Li Yuexin squirmed again, as if there was a powerful force trying to tear her body inside her.

"Captain, her mental value has changed dramatically." Qian Sanhai exclaimed and handed over a spiritual detection glasses.

Meng Fan quickly put on his glasses and looked at Li Yuexin.

53045

48532

43256

58892

32134

......

A series of numbers change very quickly.

For the first time he encountered such a situation, Meng Fan frowned and said to Qin Wanyong, "Brother Qin, maybe it's the result of your confrontation. Do you want to give her some freedom?"

Qin Wanyong hesitated for a few seconds and nodded.

His right hand raised gently, and a thick-haired silver needle quietly flowed out of Li Yuexin's temple and returned to his hand.

" boss, don't kill me--" Unexpectedly, after Li Yuexin's weak long hiss, her body suddenly cracked, flesh and blood were separated, blood everywhere, and her last sad cry floated in the dense forest.

"Ah-"

It's so miserable that Li Yuexin's body can't even find a complete piece of meat. Her whole body seems to be torn into mud by some force, and her bones are run into dregs.

Several girls couldn't stand such a scene and vomited wildly with the big tree.

Meng Fan's abdomen was also full of upturns, but more feelings were shocked.

What the hell is going on?

Meng Fan and Qin Wanyong looked at each other and were puzzled.

"It seems that my practice of pulling out a silver needle accelerated her death." Qin Wanyong squatted down and reached out to gently touch the pile of minced meat, without any discomfort on his face.

Meng Fan is silent.

The great illusionist, the controller of a list of powers, one of the world's 50 strong men, died like this?

Abrupt and simple, who has such a powerful power will kill a controller without showing up.

"Meng Fan, it seems that you are wrong." Qin Wanyong checked for a while and said, "It's not that my silver needle is confronting her own strength. There was another power in her body, but we didn't find it."

Another power? What power?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know." Qin Wanyong shook his head gently.

After saying that, he turned around and said to the priest, "Okato, let your doll check around to see if there are any traces of others approaching."

"Yes, boss!"

The priest known as Ocarto bowed and drew a cross in front of him with his right hand and muttered, "Merciful Lord, please forgive me."

After praying, he turned his tall body and raised his hands in the air. Countless hair-thin bright silver threads shot from his fingertips, one connected to his fingers, and the other hidden in the dense woods.

"Wait." Meng Fan seemed to remember something. He looked at Qin Wanyong and asked, "Qin Wanyong, are you, a controller?"