At 6 o'clock in the morning at Gospel time, in the Sennheiser district of the second-story city of Vanmula, Igulla, who was hiding in the closet, opened his eyes.

He pushed open the closet and came out. There was a bulging human figure on the bed. It was the "Igura figure" that he created using pillows, quilts, clothes and a little bit of imagination.

Although it is neither a magic nor a miracle, this little trick has saved his life many times. If he puts a "good evening" note on the bed, it will make all late-night intruders think that the fraudster has foreseen it.

After their arrival, they had already escaped through unknown means. After cursing secretly, they would rush to track Igura's escape route, and Igura, who was hiding elsewhere, could take the opportunity to escape.

After all, Igurah is just a fraudster, and he is not omniscient and omnipotent. How could he foresee all dangers? But this does not prevent him from playing the role of "all-out" in daily contacts, and then he can be more cautious and make more preparations.

Can plant seeds in other people's hearts.

What can really make a lie come true is not the words of a fraudster, but your own imagination.

It is everyone's instinct to explain the world. When you have insufficient information, you will subconsciously fill in the gaps with your imagination. That's why conspiracy theories prevail and rumors spread faster than the truth.

People always believe what they want to believe.

Although the world itself is objective, everyone's world is subjective. In the past, psychics could even establish religions and make themselves "gods" in the subjective world of countless believers.

Although Igura has no interest in the high-level awakening profession of a fraudster, if he just wants to become a "fantasy resourceful character who can always predict your next step" in the eyes of a certain group of people, it is as easy as putting on makeup for him.

On the first night in this strange city, Igura began to make preparations. When others found the "Igura figure" on the bed, they would think that the real Igura had gone. They never expected that this was actually arranged every night.

The trap, the immobile and unconscious weak Trickster, is hiding in the closet next to them.

This is the psion's method of fraud.

Even though you have tried your best, you must pretend it’s effortless.

Gifts that are carefully prepared should be given out carelessly.

In this world, whoever gets the seeds planted first will lose.

As usual, Igula must take a bath after getting up every day. Fortunately, there is a bathtub in the suite, and it is also a steam massage bathtub.

In fact, the quality of the accommodation in this suite is much better than the staff dormitories provided by An Nan. It seems that Miss An Nan is really a rich second-generation entrepreneur. Once she fails, she will have to come back and inherit hundreds of millions of family assets. A similar plot is quite popular in gospel movies.

More often than not, Igula believes that the fundamental reason is that the luxury economy and consumerism in the gospel country are not developed enough, and parents can still save money.

You must know that in their blood moon country, capitalists can also become moonlighters, and any life extension package in the research institute can make the richest man bankrupt on the spot. The freedom of the gospel country is still not high enough.

After initially washing his body, Igula touched the temperature of the bathtub with his toes, dipped his calves in, and bent his knees to maintain balance until the horizontal line spread across his chest and rubbed intimately with his collarbone.

The warm current penetrates into the cells along the pores, and the stiff body that has been hiding in the closet for a night quickly relaxes. The tense soul that has just returned from the virtual world also begins to relax, and the lazy mist massages the fraudster's sore brain.

Most people in the Blood Moon Kingdom have mental illnesses, and Igurla is no exception. Smart people like him are the ones who can best feel the huge and heavy gravity of reality. Their souls are overwhelmed every minute, almost all the time.

All are in anxiety.

Igula knew that he was sick, but he could not save himself. The more proficient people are in water, the easier it is to drown in the deep sea.

After a long time, maybe he will suddenly figure out the "meaning of life" one day. On a cloudy day with light rain, he will put on the most beautiful clothes, find everyone who knows him, and trick them into deleting their minds for the last time.

No one in this world knows him, including his own memories, and Igurah Borgin will completely disappear from people's sight. Only the virtual realm still retains his afterimage.

However, Igulla, who was going to perish alone, developed the habit of taking a bath to clear his mind after entering prison. As a result, his tight strings were rested and his mental illness was cured.

It was Broken Lake Prison that saved him. As expected, the only way out for Blood Moon Man was to go to prison.

It is worth mentioning that a few days ago, Igura would take a bath before taking a bath with Ash, Harvey and others. After all, being with two artiodactyls cannot relax him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just when Iguola was about to take the initiative to enter the idiot state, an idiot knocked on the door.

This familiar knock on the door three times, although the person has not yet taken off his pants, the fraudster already knows what he is going to fart.

Igurra decided to use silence to make the other party retreat. However, after a few seconds, he heard the sound of precision gears turning and the alloy blocks loosening their teeth. The door opened.

Snap!

The bathroom glass door opened with a sound, and water mist couldn't wait to wrap around the visitor.

"I was scared to death. I thought you ran away from home through the toilet."

Igulla let out a long sigh: "First, this is not our home; second, why can you come to me?"

"I told the maid here that no one answered the knock on the door. You may have died in the virtual world, and a piece of your soul was bitten off by the Ichthyosaurus, turning you into a vegetative state where you can eat mermaid flesh. So she opened the door and let me come in to check.

Are you incontinent?"

Ash sat on a small stool, "It's really feudal and corrupt. There are actually maids. This family system is really a cancer of civilization, but the maid uniform is quite cute."

"Aren't we under house arrest and can't leave the house?"

"I don't know. I got up and tried, and found that the door lock was unlocked. Maybe the eldest lady secretly acted coquettishly to my mother while we were away last night?"

"Let's not mention the details," Igura said, staring at Ash: "Have you not noticed that I am taking a bath yet?"

Ash blinked and suddenly realized, he went over and closed the glass door, then sat back on the stool: "Sorry, I forgot to close the door."

"You forgot to lock yourself out too." Igula splashed water on his face, completely gave up and entered the idiot state, and resumed business: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Can't I chat with you if I have nothing to do? Am I the kind of person who will only come to you to ask for help?"

"Of course not. You are the one who begged me and harassed me when I took a bath." The fraudster twitched his lips: "To use borrowing money as an analogy, others are arrogant after borrowing money, but you haven't borrowed it yet.

Money is already so arrogant.”

"I do want to consult you on something," Ya Xiu scratched his head and said, "After all, you seem to have a lot of experience."

"Are you here to consult a fraudster?" Igula raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing more than a believer seeking comfort from a priest."

"When you are responsible for the lives of other people, and every move you make may lead to the death of those who trust you, will you be afraid?"

"...If your psychological pressure comes from our trust in you when you escaped from prison, then your neurological reflexes should be able to circle the time continent."

"No, I never had any thoughts of being responsible for you when I escaped from prison." Ya Xiu shook his head: "Because you never believed in me, and I didn't believe in you. What we believe is our own judgment, and we are responsible for ourselves.

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"And what I'm talking about is, when others trust you unconditionally and are willing to hand over their lives to you as a bargaining chip, do you feel special when you place a bet?"

The fraudster narrowed his eyes: "They chose to believe me, which means they made their own judgment, and I don't need it."

"Is it really not necessary?" Ya Xiu interrupted him, looking beyond the mist, trying to find the truth from the fraudster's eyes: "If I hand over my life to you, you can bet without any hesitation.

?”

The mist rose slowly, putting on a coat for Silence.

"I understand." Igula splashed water on his face: "You are not here for consultation, you are here for comfort."

Hit the mark.

During the confrontation with Denzel, Ash could make rational judgments, bravely face death, and be a hero who would rather die than surrender. But after leaving the virtual realm and returning to reality to calm down, Ash realized

What did he do? He put the lives of the witch and the swordswoman on the gambling table.

Not to mention that he did not regard them as private property. Sword Princess said a long time ago that even if Ash died, she could still continue to live in her own world. Operators do not exist depending on Ash, they own

Have your own joys and sorrows, have your own parents, friends, and your own life.

Similarly, if an operator dies, they are probably really dead. Their portrait will be completely gray, leaving only a name in the manual.

No matter when he was escaping from prison or escaping from the blood moon, when it was time to bet on his own life, Ash never felt any psychological pressure.

But this time after betting on the witch and the swordswoman, he suddenly became afraid.

He was afraid that they would die, and even more afraid that he himself did not die, but others did.

They are still far away from the Three-Winged Sanctuary, but during this period, they must enter the virtual realm every Spider Tower round and compete with the heroic soul army at the speed of life and death.

Although they have a car, although they can escape, but if they can escape once, twice, three times, ten times, can they escape a hundred times?

As long as they can't escape once, as long as there is one mistake, as long as fate stumbles them a little...

Ash closed his eyes, as if he could see them being torn apart.

Moreover, this is no longer a problem that can be solved by Yaxiu's death.

Even if Ash is killed first, the contract between the Sword Girl and the Witch will still not be dissolved. Unless they climb to a higher level of virtual realm, they will still have to escape to the virtual realm. Compared to the situation, the Queen's Heroic Soul looks more like the type of killing them all.

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Although the witch and the swordswoman had no objection to this, and Ya Xiu's response at that time was indeed the most correct approach.

But, but...

He was afraid.

Suddenly, Ash remembered his penultimate question and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He also sacrificed the world and sacrificed hundreds of millions of living beings, and carried a thousand-year wish to save the world... Now he can't even say "entrust your lives to me" with peace of mind.

The rapidly expanding psychological burden soon made him breathless. If it were before, Ash would definitely choose to bear the pain of this trust alone and pretend that nothing happened. After all, this was the education he had received since he was a child. Complaining would only

Cause others to worry, no one wants to swallow your blood and tears.

It was Freya who changed him. That short period of living together allowed Ash to see how an ordinary person could survive in a cruel society like the Blood Moon. The most important thing is to treat illnesses.

There is no shame in seeing a psychotherapist, and this may be the Blood Moon Kingdom’s greatest contribution to the advancement of civilization.

Although there are no psychotherapists around, it is almost the same to find a fraudster. After all, there is no essential difference between comfort and deception.
To be continued...