Lord of the Silver Crow

"Don't worry, I will leave you with a life."

Dismok twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a hypocritical smile:

"I'm not interested in what you do to Ramok, and I will even be happy, but I can't let you complain to Ramok."

He raised the antique single-edged sword "brought" from a certain "obedient" vendor's house, and pointed it at the silver-haired and silver-eyed youth in front of him.

However, when he thought that the other party would beg for mercy because of this, the other party's reaction was very flat, a little uneasy emotion appeared in his heart, Dismok frowned, showing fierceness:

"What? Do you think I dare not?"

"No, dare you, it has nothing to do with me, you just need to quietly close your eyes and stab the knife into your chest."

Upon hearing this, Dismok was slightly taken aback:

"Yes, you are right."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, held the single-edged sword in both hands, turned it upside down, and stabbed it towards the chest.

While the single-edged sword was completely submerged in his chest, and a sharp pain emerged, a wave of thoughts poured out of his mind, bursting out the thoughts just now, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"You, you are—"

Fear, unwillingness, hatred and doubts appeared on Dismok's face.

"Shhh, don't talk, you are dead."

Yago raised his index finger and said softly.

On the simple pages of the book, the verification log of [Speaking Skills] is listed line by line.

Dismok closed his eyes, his breath gradually weakened, and he died quietly in front of Yago.

"The ability in the spiritual realm is really terrifying."

Seeing the rapid disappearance of the breath, and within a short period of time, Dismok, who was already completely angry, couldn't help but shook his head.

Compared with the verbal deception ability of the deceiver, Yago doesn’t know who is more powerful in his 【words】 skills. Judging from the memories of Longfellow and Mercis, he thinks it should be similar. His 【words Shu] Can do this, what about the fraudster?

Yago shuddered a little. In this kind of world, dying unknowingly, or dying "willingly", how terrible is it?

As for Dismok?

In public and private, Dismok is surviving, and Yago has no mercy.

Reaching out his hand, Yago activated the death lamp and rolled out the mist from Dismok's corpse to read.

After a long time, Yago opened his eyes, stretched out his hand again, touched his face, easily took off his face, and put it in the pocket of his coat.

On the face that was plucked off, the flesh and bones were extremely horrible, but what was very strange was that those flesh and blood had been highly fibrotic, like piles of straw.

On the section of flesh and blood, silver blood was also flowing, but there was no sign of overflow.

After doing this, he held out this extremely terrifying section, and he stretched out his right hand, facing Dismok's face, and activated his abilities.

"First remove the connection, so that the face and the body are not the same body, so that the connection between the senses and flesh and blood of the body and the face is disconnected..."

A line of probability connecting Dismok's face and head was severed one by one under the operation of Yago.

Dismok's face just fell off his face.

On the cross-section of the corpse's face, it was very similar to Yago's face, and the flesh and blood appeared like a straw-like fibrosis.

Then, he took out a pure white mask from his left pocket, and after holding the mask, he activated the ability of the strange thief.

hat trick!

The line of probability of exchanging masks and faces...

In his upward perspective, the mask in his hand and Dismok's peeled face were exchanged with probability lines.

At this moment, Dismok's face suddenly hardened a lot, as if it had become a mask. Although it was the same as the original one, there was a sense of falsehood that was not flesh and blood.

In contrast, the pure white mask on his hand suddenly softened.

replace.

The use of strange thief ability exchanges the lines of probability.

Only part of the probability line is exchanged, thereby replacing part of the attribute.

At last......

Click——

With a clear sound that didn't sound like falling flesh and blood, Dismok's face slid from his head to the ground, and the pure white mask that Yago was holding on his left hand also became a Zhang Chunbai's "skin".

This is also possible with the "string puppet", but the ability of the string puppet in this respect is somewhat different than that of the "scarecrow".

"It's kind of disgusting."

Yago suppressed the slight discomfort. Even though he saw the memories of Longfellow and Murhis, it took him several times to get used to it personally.

Looking at this thin "mask" from Dismok's face, Yago calmed his emotions, and then removed the plastic-like "Dismok's face". Get it in your hand, and...

After thinking about it carefully, he took out his face from the pocket of the windbreaker and pressed it back before pressing the face belonging to Dismok on his face.

Although he doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, he still can't accept this kind of "blood and flesh contact" with a heavy mouth.

However, after putting on Dismok's face mask, he didn't expect it to feel any strangeness. It was like wearing an ordinary mask, but it was slightly rough, just like the pure white mask before. It feels like wearing a mask woven of straw.

It will be called... Scarecrow Mask?

After giving a simple name to his abilities, Yago used the abilities of the enchanter.

Silent burial.

Although no changes were visible to the naked eye, a breath of living beings emerged.

After he took the scarecrow potion, his whole body was like straw fiber, and almost all the flesh and blood of his body lost the breath of life. If there was no silent burial of the enchanter, he could directly install the living statue. Up.

The scarecrow mask of Dismok, whom he took care of, also became lifelike.

Observed himself from the third-person perspective, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he turned his gaze back to Dismok's corpse, using his power, Yago took the pure white face "skin" in his hand and returned to Dismok again. Face.

People without facial features.....

It looks terrifying.

Smacking his tongue, Yago began to dispose of the corpse, taking out the black gloves and ring, coat and various items in his pockets.

As for what to do next?

He snapped his fingers softly, and along with the fluctuations of the spirit mist, the mist crow with white spots on his feet, Shugein appeared in front of his eyes:

"Please, Sir."

After staring at each other, Shuge wrapped the corpse with spiritual mist from his body and dragged it into the phantom world.

Putting on Dismok's coat, touching his face, grabbing Dismok's single-edged sword, Yago walked out of the alley.