《After I Transmigrated as A Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back (MTL)》122
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The situation is a bit bad.
Many of the Nightcrawlers have undergone anti-hypnosis training, but in the face of this kind of illusion that is directly implanted in consciousness, they still inevitably fall into it. Only a few people with excessive self-awareness show their faces. Struggling a bit.
The officer drew off the struggle with a whip.
After being punished for violating discipline, people who were still self-conscious soon became peaceful under the tough military regulations.
Zhao Xiaokui felt bad.
The longer the time passes, the stronger their implanted consciousness will become. If they cannot be rescued as soon as possible, it is very likely that although they were not replaced by soldiers who died on the original battlefield, they have split their minds. Personality of soldiers on this battlefield.
After a simple understanding, she already knew that the army they were in was the guarding party in this battle.
In other words, when will the opposite party make a surprise attack and when will the battle begin.
This battle can happen at any time.
Once it happens, there will inevitably be casualties.
Zhao Xiaokui could not accept that the team members he brought out died in such a ghost place.
Even if it was sacrifice, she could not accept that their sacrifice was so worthless.
She must wake them up before the battle begins.
Zhao Xiaokui found the punished Nightcrawler first.
She grabbed the person aside, a soul shook over, and when the other party was dizzy, she shouted the other party's name.
If what you get is an affirmative, you can pour water on it with one hand, awaken the person directly, and then send out the illusion.
Yes, it's that simple. As long as the person is sober, Zhao Xiaokui can send people out at any time.
This kind of illusion originally relies on the similar resonance between souls to draw people together.
If the other party is confused and does not respond, then shake again.
For an ordinary person, the number of soul shocks that can withstand is three times.
More than three times, it is possible that the spirit body is unstable and the soul is scattered.
Extraordinary people’s soul bearing capacity is better, but it’s not much better. When Zhao Xiaokui was so shocked, the awake Nightcrawlers were all dizzy and confused. They sat there for a while before returning. God came and realized what happened.
Looking at the colleague who fell to the ground, the night-keeper went to the toilet to receive cold water, and poured it on them one after another.
Or put the person on a chair, and then suddenly fell to the ground, creating a feeling of falling.
This is all provided by Zhao Xiaokui, a way to wake them up from the outside world.
The night watchman took out the instrument, urgently modified it, adjusted the frequency, hoping to find the band that interfered with the illusion, so that his companions could be released-yes, very lucky, there are a few night watchmen, although the transcendent level is low, but self The consciousness is quite strong and has not been affected by the fantasy.
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Zhao Xiaokui believes that this is a scientist's belief in science and self.
Zhao Xiaokui is still working hard in the illusion.
Of course she rescued not only the people on the side of Nightcrawler.
If she meets someone from another team, she will also find a chance to shake her soul and call the other party's name once.
Thanks to the deputy captain who collected the data, she remembered the names and faces of most people.
Some of them woke up, and some were still chaotic, so Zhao Xiaokui had to throw them to the ground.
Her behavior caused a commotion in the camp-the unconscious transcendent was discovered by other soldiers, and the officer believed that there were enemy soldiers who got in.
The camp was on alert, and Zhao Xiaokui's actions were also restricted.
The soldiers were asked to return to their company and not to run around. The captain counted the numbers and reported them at various levels.
Zhao Xiaokui looked at the back of the officer of his team, hesitating between knocking him out or knocking him out.
The officer turned around and said loudly: "Now there are enemy spies who have entered our camp. You must stay vigilant. If you find anything wrong, you must send it to me in time—"
Zhao Xiaokui no longer hesitated, and rushed forward to fight with the officer.
Her speed is extremely fast, and the officer's reaction is not slow.
In the era of extraordinary civilizations where soldiers were basically extraordinary people, he was not a low-level officer who was able to be a commander in that era, and he was quite good at fighting. As soon as an expert took action, he knew if there was any, even if Zhao Xiaokui’s level was between him There was a gap that was almost crushed. After the two were still fighting dozens of moves, Zhao Xiaokui slapped a knife on her neck with one hand, knocking people out.
She helped the fallen officer lying on the ground, and when she turned her head, she found several pairs of eyes, staring at her scorchingly.
Of course, these people didn't make any moves.
Zhao Xiaokui raised his brows.
The soldiers suddenly "fallen" one after another.
"..." It seems that this chief is very unpopular.
Zhao Xiaokui thought they would risk their lives to keep themselves.
Since everyone is so knowledgeable, she doesn't make it difficult for them.
This group of soldiers didn't know that they were dead, they were just a group of poor people stranded in the world.
It can be seen from their performance that before their deaths, perhaps they were still oppressed and forced to participate in an unwilling battle.
The last soldier fell, Zhao Xiaokui did not look any more, turned and left.
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The barracks are huge, and there are many people who need her to save.
She has to be faster, faster.
In the hotel outside the fantasy world, the situation is also quite urgent.
The awakened transcendents gathered in the nightcrawler's room to discuss how to break through the illusion.
At this time, there is no barrier between countries and boundaries, and they are all thinking about how to break the illusion.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we don't have time..."
The deputy captain of the night bearer was very anxious and walked around on the floor. They had tried all the methods mentioned and not mentioned by Zhao Xiaokui, but there were still three people who did not wake up, let alone those who participated in the action. All members, because Nightcrawlers are the main target of Zhao Xiaokui's awakening, there are more people in other countries who are not awake.
Seeing his eyes closed, like three teammates asleep, the deputy captain kicked their calves, "I don't have any willpower. Go back and train you bastards!"
Compared with the anxiousness of the deputy captain, the person in charge of the night watch looks very calm, instructing the team members to constantly adjust the equipment, only when the deputy captain is angry, he glanced at him and reminded: "Be quiet, I have to listen. It’s no longer my voice."
The deputy captain closed his mouth immediately.
At this time, Shen Zhifei and Bai Jingru, who were driving in turn, finally arrived outside Fula Town.
After passing the boundary monument, Shen Zhifei, who was originally lying on the back seat, immediately sat upright and looked out the window.
Looking at the mannequins on both sides of the road, Bai Jingru cursed an swear word, "What the hell."
She used to like dolls and the like, and didn't feel scary, but today, seeing mannequins on the street illuminated by car lights, I don't know why, she suddenly felt panicked and felt goosebumps are coming out.
Fear is a human siren. She still doesn't understand at this time. Her fear comes from the threat of her spirituality.
Bai Jingru is just instinctively in awe of the mannequins.
She couldn't help but slowed down, fearing that the model on the side of the road would also appear in the middle of the road.
Shen Zhifei gave Bai Jingru the direction like a magic stick. She said, "Keep going, we are very close to Xiaokui."
Bai Jingru took a deep breath, suppressing fear, not looking directly.
It was not until Shen Zhifei said and so on that she slowly stepped on the brake.
"what happened?"
Shen Zhifei said: "There are people outside."
"People? Who will be outside this time?"
"I don't know," Shen Zhifei looked at the indistinct figures swept by the car lights, and pursed his lips. "I just think I should go take a look."
Bai Jingru said: "What kind of extraordinary are you, you are a gods and gods..."
Feeling, fate, are all things Bai Jingru never believed in before.
Even after encountering such a terrible thing, Bai Jingru never thought of confessing his life.
Although she said so, she chose to believe Shen Zhifei's words and got out of the car with her.
"You don't have to come down, I can do it alone."
Bai Jingru sneered, "Believe it or not, if I let you have something to do here, Xiaokui can swallow me when I go back."
Shen Zhifei smiled and defended Zhao Xiaokui: "She won't."
Ghosts believe.
The two got out of the car and turned on the bright flashlights in their hands.
Bai Jingru was a little afraid of the human dolls with weird shapes and mysterious expressions. Who knows that when he looked intently, his gaze hit a white face straight.
She was so frightened that she almost shook the flashlight.
Until Shen Zhifei squatted on the ground and said: "Still alive."
She realized that the man who fell on the side of the road turned out to be a living person.
Bai Jingru asked: "Is it the team that went out with Zhao Xiaokui and the others?"
"It's very likely," Shen Zhifei recognized Arthur, and she pointed to the handsome face, "People from the Alliance of Gods."
"Why are they here?" Bai Jingru frowned, thinking of some bad things, "Could something happen to Xiaokui?"
"Not yet." Shen Zhifei was very clear about this matter. Not to mention that after the two of them had in-depth exchanges, there was a sea of consciousness between them. He said that the contract that Zhao Xiaokui planted in her heart back then can also Let her feel Zhao Xiaokui's state, "Let's wake them up first and ask what happened."
Bai Jingru slapped Fasley on the face without mercy.
"Hey, wake up."
Fasley was awakened by pain, and while opening her eyes, she grasped Bai Jingru's wrist tightly.
Bai Jingru sucked in a cold breath, and with a clever effort in her hand, she broke free from her palm.
"What's the matter with you, how can you avenge your gratitude?"
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