White's confusion
The thought web is more important to the brainworm than language.
Each brain worm receives information through the mind network, creating a huge intelligence network. It can be said that this is the basis for brain worms to become battlefield commanders.
Sevich held his forehead, and could not remember when he had carved the words. His fluctuating thoughts attracted the attention of the guard at the door, who asked him a confused question.
"How can I help you, Lord Severic?"
"Nothing, I am taking in the information during this time."
"Don't worry, you are not well yet, take a good rest first. The head of the family is also concerned about your health."
"I see."
Sevich calmly dismissed the other party's doubts. He closed his eyes and released his thought network.
If a brainworm bloodline is compared to a node, then the mind network is a large network connected by countless nodes. Expanding outward from the strongest brainworm bloodline, all information will be gathered in that person's brain. It can be said that the head of the brainworm family knows everything.
What all those with brain worms and blood vessels see is what he sees, and what all those with brain worms and blood vessels hear is what he hears.
The ThoughtNet will share the pollution received by the nodes to minimize the impact on the nodes. With that person around, Sevich really couldn't understand why the ThoughtNet would be unsafe.
But he still subconsciously believed in his own judgment, just like every time he encountered danger in the past. Brainworm quickly came up with a solution. On the one hand, with the help of his family, he recovered his original memory, and on the other hand, he contacted allies outside the family...
Something seemed to vibrate deep in his brain, cutting off Sevitch's thoughts. The brainworm blood-veined person groaned in pain, as if something spread its wings deep in his brain, stirring up the bloody red.
Damn, what is going on...
The person at the door heard the voice: "Lord Sevich, what happened?"
The room was quiet for a few seconds, and then a calm voice was heard.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
Tick, tick, tick.
The sound of footsteps in the passage paused slightly, and its owner turned around to look back from where he came from, and his sight seemed to see through the space to the end.
He chuckled with an ambiguous tone, looked away and continued walking inside. His leisurely steps alerted the monsters. This place was somewhere on the border of the central region, hidden, remote, and no one visited it for many years.
The woodchucks shivered and scurried about until they smelled a familiar scent and then calmed down.
There are countless tentacles of fungi growing on the ground, weaving into green cocoons, inside which lie unconscious children. The mycelium provides energy.
The female researcher stood in front of the green cocoon with a very unhappy expression.
"I'm sorry, Miss Margarita. I've spent some time delaying the progress of others' investigation."
Ai Bo smiled apologetically, and the other party sneered: "I'm not one of those idiots who gets dizzy and turns away when they get a little benefit. You don't have to show this expression to me."
"Just pretend you can't see it. I've been wearing the mask for too long, and sometimes I think I might be that kind of person."
Margarita frowned when she heard this. She didn't intend to spend too much time arguing with the other party about whether he was sick or not. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell.
Her main concern was when she could return to the West.
"The Blue Mist Tree is waiting for me to return. Tell the gravekeeper to give me the remaining remains. I don't have time to play house with you guys here."
"My Lord needs you to stay here for a while longer."
Margarita's expression turned cold. "I have no interest in your plan. I have already done what you asked me to do, and I lost an avatar because of it. Don't threaten me endlessly with the God's Remains."
Ai Bo took out a secret letter and handed it to Margarita.
"How dare we threaten the followers of the Blue Mist Tree? This is a decree from His Majesty. He ordered you to assist us."
Margarita read it quickly and couldn't help frowning.
The stuff was fine, but when the female researcher thought about continuing to stay with the gravekeeper's family, she just wanted to turn around and leave.
"For the last time, I will leave after helping you through this difficult time."
"Thank you for your help."
Margarita pushed her glasses and turned around to continue checking the condition of the green cocoon. Studying the changes of excellent materials was a rare pastime for her in the central region.
Aibo returned along the way he came. He stretched out his hand and lightly drew a line in the air, summoning a replica of the [Portal]. He walked through the door to the other side.
As he passed through the door, Aibo's body twisted for a moment. The black mist seemed to penetrate into his skin, causing his bones and flesh to fuse together stickily.
When Abram went out, the abnormality on his body had returned to normal. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands, his eyes unclear.
"Compared to the replica, the [Portal] is more useful. I just lent it to Nanbu for a ceremony and it got lost."
The young man muttered, and the expression on his face faded. On the other side of the door was an illusory space, with fine, invisible threads falling like waterfalls, and the surface reflecting crystal clear light.
The gravekeeper stood in front of the thread, his figure vague and unclear. Aibo stopped in front of him.
"I am back, my Lord."
"Are you enjoying your time with Margarita?"
"We get along very well. I conveyed His Majesty's order to her. Margarita will help us complete the next plan. The death of the idiot from the Barritt family caused a big commotion, which may affect our plan."
"Will it expose you?"
"No, my father would not allow anyone the opportunity to discredit the Garcia family."
When talking about his family and his father, Aibo's tone was cold, but soon his tone became cheerful again.
"But I have my brother's body, and he will be alive soon."
The gravekeeper sighed: "He doesn't understand your thoughts. He will only resent you after knowing the real situation."
"It doesn't matter. As long as he can't leave me, I can be a good brother to him even if he is a waste like before."
Ai Bo curled his lips slightly, his emerald green eyes were full of lustre.
"It is an honor to sacrifice for our ideals. After all, we can be resurrected. It's just another experience of death. I can find a way to erase it for him, so that even the final disagreement will not exist."
Faced with his stubborn thoughts, the gravekeeper said no more and asked, "Have all the children in Partington been dealt with?"
"Well, they are hiding in the black area now. The Black Mist followers there are all indigenous people who have been lurking for a long time. As long as no one is stupid enough to expose themselves, there will be no problem."
As he said this, Fool No. 1 sneaked into the Black Forest Tavern.
He was not alone, but brought a team of experts with him. They entered the Black Forest Tavern from different angles.
The new owner only repaired the interior and did not reinforce the exterior walls, making both the old bricks and the loose tiles easy to climb over.
The man with black hair, green eyes and ordinary appearance pried open the window with nimble hands and feet and climbed in deftly.
He secretly cursed Martin in his heart. The followers of the Black Mist in this action were all people who had been lurking in Partington for a long time and had their own identities.
They were either fat bakers, nagging old people, or thieves and black merchants roaming in the black area. Therefore, even if the Noble Association searched many times, they found nothing, because they were just ordinary people in Partington.
After receiving the group of cubs, these experienced followers of the Black Mist became more cautious. Their superiors ordered them to stay hidden, so they would never show up in the limelight again.
Who would have known that a Black Forest Tavern would pop up at this time?
The thief Kashanu was unwilling to cooperate, which angered the remaining two forces in the black zone, who believed that the other side was a traitor.
During this time, they successively betrayed many of the thieves' men, and at the same time, their hatred for the Black Forest Tavern became stronger and stronger.
Who doesn't know the importance of intelligence dealers? If these guys hadn't jumped faster than rats, they would have been taken in long ago! The troublemakers and the think tanks had been coveting them for so many years, and they had already considered them as a sure thing, but suddenly a Black Forest Tavern appeared and got ahead of them. As the two big bosses in the Black Area, they naturally couldn't stand this.
The most common solution in black areas is to assassinate protesters.
As Martin's capable subordinate, this Black Mist believer secretly resented himself. He never expected that it was because of his outstanding work in the past that the boss forced them to come this time. It was useless even if he pretended to be sick.
What else can I do? Just finish the work and go back.
Although he was reluctant, his craftsmanship was still very good. Otherwise, he would not have been specially selected and become a Black Mist believer.
The man hung upside down on the window calmly, as agile as a gecko. He activated his blood, his eyes lit up slightly, and used the temperature difference to search for traces of humans.
Soon, he found the heat source behind the lobby door on the first floor, which was the purpose of his trip.
The troublemaker certainly didn't send them to kill the store owner, but to kill all the employees here as a demonstration. The man held a dagger in his mouth and moved towards the door quietly.
The others also used their own methods to sneak in from outside and confirmed the target in their own way.
They were so focused that they didn't notice that the number of people breaking in together was decreasing.
One, two, three...
He was dragged silently into the darkness before he could even make a sound. The slight sound of his dislocated bones was drowned out by the night wind and only a few people noticed it.
They just turned their heads in confusion and became the next victim. The red snake pupils opened in the darkness, and it lurked on the roof in a blind spot of the intruder's sight. The expensive crystal lamps hung on the specially raised ceiling, which became the best cover for the boy's figure.
He wore a black robe to cover his conspicuous hair color, and made an exchange with the profiteer, gaining the power to switch between the snake's tail and legs.
When the profiteer didn't come to find him, Bai would stay in the private room on the second floor of the Black Forest Tavern. The boy hid behind the crystal lamp and crushed the throat of the intruder with his hands. The black-haired thief looked down with confusion, holding his breath and walking towards the back room with full concentration.
He is the strongest among the group, but unfortunately his sensing method is thermal imaging, and after going through the experiment, Bai is now a cold-blooded creature.
The other party was completely unaware and carelessly exposed his back to Shiroma. The boy looked at the corpses thrown aside by him and himself, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
What are these people doing here? Did they give it to him to play with?
Bai was confused and jumped down decisively, knocking him unconscious before he could react.
The thief fell down without a sound. The white-haired boy easily carried him up and planned to go back to interrogate him about his origins.
Once I get some clues, I can go see the master with this information.
The young man thought happily and ordered casually: "Dispose of these bodies cleanly and don't delay opening tomorrow."
The tightly closed door of the back room opened with a bang, and the waiters walked out. If anyone in the Black Zone saw their faces, they would be horrified to find that these were the powerful Black Zone people who were recently rumored to have disappeared or died.
Everyone here is not famous, but has created a career in the black area and is well-known.
When the profiteer led the white to the black area to conquer the world, he encountered many obstacles. When he saw some people whose crimes were not punishable by death, he would collect them, make a deal with them, and throw them into the tavern to do hard labor, which could be regarded as a way to make use of waste and atone for sins.
They put away their weapons, bowed respectfully to Bai, and began to work swiftly. Seeing the corpse on the ground, they were speechless.
Who hasn't been in the underworld these days? When they were first assassinated, this group of people were nowhere to be found. Who sleeps without weapons? They woke up as soon as I sneaked in, okay?
They didn't sleep well at night and came to attack us secretly. Look, they are all dead!