Chapter 551 Counterfeit
Jin Wusuan waved his fingers and told the housekeeper, "Go and take out the shackles."
"yes."
Manager Jin nodded and ordered the guards to do so.
Ji Xingwang frowned slightly and said: "With the iron shackles, passengers can be interrogated one by one."
"Two hundred and twenty-five!"
Ji Linglang, who had been standing in the corner and observing the situation in the hall, suddenly shouted loudly: "The number of people is wrong!"
She strode to the front of the counter, pulled out the long sword worn by her waist, and threw it.
The long sword accelerated suddenly in the air, and carved the number two hundred and twenty-five on the wooden board above the counter.
Ji Linglang turned around, scanned the entire lobby, and said in a deep voice, "There are more people."
She had been observing the people in the hall just now, and before she knew it, the hall, which was not spacious at all, seemed even more crowded. It seems that some extra people have appeared out of thin air.
嗡—
Dozens of spiritual senses swept across the audience,
Including Li Ang, all the disciples of Luli Academy who majored in studying, as well as some of the guards around Jin Wusuan, used their spiritual sense to investigate.
The number of people in the inn actually reached 256 people.
How could there be thirty-one more people?
Ordinary people with no cultivation level suddenly panicked, looking at others vigilantly and suspiciously,
Even the disciples of Luli Academy changed their expressions—they didn't even notice that there were so many more people.
"Everyone be quiet!"
Lu Qingya released Hong Sheng's spell, increased his voice volume, and said in a deep voice: "If there is no roster, then everyone should report their room numbers, and don't let the evil cultivators take advantage of it."
He ordered the academy disciples to take out an unused booklet from under the counter and register all the passengers one by one.
It stands to reason that the extra people who came out of thin air have no identity, so they should be discovered immediately.
However, after registering more than 60 people in front, everyone said that they lived in the same room with their companions, and there was no problem at all.
". We have eleven companions, all living in the superior room on the third floor, Room No. 10."
The man who previously claimed to be the manager of Yulong Company said to Ji Xingwang: "I can tell everyone's name.
He Rongfeng, this is He Zhiqiu, my younger brother, and this is Kou Mufei, the Huzhou steward of Yulong Company."
"etc!"
Shopkeeper Liu suddenly shouted: "Each superior room has at most three beds. How can eleven of you fit in? Let alone your family?"
"us."
The man was stunned suddenly, yes, eleven people, including female relatives, how could they be crowded in the same room.
But it’s not right, I clearly remember that a group of people came to stay at the hotel during the day yesterday
Ji Xingwang suddenly raised his palm and released the quicksand spell, instantly trapping everyone in Yulong Company in place.
"Excellent, spare me!"
He Rongfeng struggled in the quicksand for a while, and shouted in panic: "We are not a demon cult!"
"Didn't say you were."
Ji Xingwang turned the quicksand into the shape of ropes, bound the arms and mouths of everyone in the Yulong Company, and asked Lu Li's disciples to pick up the stone shackles and handcuff several of them.
Afterwards, use a compass device similar to Zhiyu Yinxiupan to check the Qihailingmai of these people to test whether they are monks.
After some inspection, everyone in Yulong Company has no talent for spiritual veins.
They didn't wear disguise masks on their faces, and the bleeding was normal, not demonic.
What was even more weird was that when Ji Xingwang asked other people in the hotel, the answer he got was that they seemed to have really seen these people from Yulong Company yesterday.
"Illusion."
He would rather go to a hundred thousand barren hills to fight a battle with monsters that block the sky,
I also don't want to face the strange monsters that can cause this weird situation.
"Not a hallucination.
is tampering with cognition. "
A steady voice came from the crowd,
A middle-aged passenger who claimed to be the Zhang family of Runzhou walked out of the crowd during the day yesterday. With a shake of his palm, a hidden sword sprang out from his palm.
Whoosh—
Everyone saw an afterimage flash by, and the middle-aged passenger flickered to the front of the counter, holding Zhou Chengcai's head that had been chopped off at some point in his hand.
Plop.
Zhou Chengcai's headless corpse was sprayed with blood, fell forward, and lay on the ground.
"Successful!"
Raw silk merchant Zhou Hongmao saw his younger brother beheaded, his eyes were about to burst, and he rushed up to fight the middle-aged passenger.
However, the next second,
From Zhou Chengcai's body, there was a sizzling sound like boiling oil.
The body of the corpse decomposed and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and together with the clothes, it collapsed like melted candle oil.
Including the head in the hands of the middle-aged passenger, it also melted so that the face could not be seen clearly.
"See it? It's just a fake."
The middle-aged passenger threw away the melted head, and shook off the waxy blood stains on the Hidden Blade.
"But, but"
Zhou Hongmao was speechless. Is his younger brother Zhou Chengcai a fake? But he clearly remembered every bit of the two of them.
They grew up together, and they were one year older than him, but their height was always not as good as that of the other. When he was bullied when he was a child, it was he who stood up and taught the children of his fellow countrymen.
"all fake!"
The middle-aged passenger emphasized, "It's a fake created by the nightmare based on your memory!"
"Your Excellency, who is it?"
Lu Qingya, who had not spoken all the time, waved his hand to protect his wife and children behind him, and said slowly, "Why do you know the identity of the alien?"
"Brother Qingya, didn't you recognize my voice? That's right, after all, I haven't seen you for more than ten years."
The middle-aged passenger smiled wryly, and with a ripping sound, he tore off the disguise mask on his face, revealing a face of a middle-aged man who was bitter and bitter, "I, Chen Wanyi."
Lu Qingya's eyes widened slightly, and Li Ang's heart skipped a beat.
Chen Wanyi, the priest of Taihaoshan Trial Court, appeared with Shangguan Yangyao and the others when he encountered Ghost Shovel in Turkic not long ago.
"Vice Envoy Chen is safe and sound."
Lu Qingya cupped his hands. He and Chen Wanyi knew each other thirty years ago, and they used to slay demons together. They were acquaintances in Mount Taihao, but why did the other party appear here?
"We came to Yu State in the name of Cardinal Juyu."
Chen Wanyi saw Lu Qingya's doubts, and explained: "Three months ago, Cardinal Ju Yu issued an oracle on a whim.
A first-class monster named Nightmare is about to wake up in the hinterland of Yu State.
If you let him escape, the consequences will be unimaginable, so I was specially sent to go deep into the country of Yu to search for the nightmare.
Brother Qingya, you also know that the people above move their mouths, and the people below break their legs.
Our group concealed our identities, conducted multiple investigations, and finally interpreted the vague guidance from the oracle, all the way to Luzhou, where the nightmare is located. "
After finishing speaking, Chen Wanyi paused, glanced at everyone present, and said in a deep voice: "According to the prophecy, the nightmare can read, tamper with, and fabricate the memories of the world at will, creating a seamless illusion.
Even to a certain extent, through dreaming, changing reality and manipulating cause and effect.
We have already been targeted by it. "
(end of this chapter)