Chapter 1449: Cannibalism

"Damn, what's wrong with it?" Punchart's face was heavy. Fiction.
Sean didn't understand, when did he hit the illusion.
Both of them are very at a loss. Illusion is not to say that it can be easily used, and it is impossible to let the other party unconsciously.
The terrible thing about illusions is that you can hardly distinguish between true and false.
It's like seeing someone wield a knife at you in illusion. Intellectually you know it's fake.
But can you completely ignore this attack?
Sean covered his head and leaned painfully in the corner.
Puncat suddenly saw a weird smile on Sean's face.
I saw Shawn's body melting into the wall.
"Illusion! Illusion! This is hallucination ..." Punchart kept telling himself that it was hallucination.
"Do you still think this is an illusion? My stupid disciple." Sean's smile suddenly became weird: "I wanted to kill you for a long time, but I never had this opportunity. Now, the opportunity comes, finally Let me wait until this opportunity. "
"Kill me? Why?" Puncat's mood suddenly got out of control.
"Why? Because I am your teacher, but you are better than me. I hate people who are better than me, especially this person is my disciple."
"Fake ... it's fake ..." Punkart kept telling himself, but consciousness started to get confused.
At the same time, on the opposite side of Poncat, Sean, who was leaning against the wall and panting, became peculiar in front of him. That cold and weird smile made his disciples strange and terrible.
"Teacher, do you really think it's because I hit illusion? That's just an excuse. I deliberately attacked you, and shirk it from illusion." A smile appeared on Punchart's face.
"Why? You ... wrong ... this is illusion, it." Sean closed his eyes immediately.
"Illusion? Do you really think anybody can apply it to them without knowing it at the same time?" Ponkart sneered at Sean.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because you hid from me, every time you teach me magic, you always hide your hand, you bastard, and every time I ask you for help, you always have to draw, you greedy bastard, this time I can finally stop pumping it for you, "said Punchart with a laugh.
Sean hid his hands behind his back and quietly pulled out an enchanted dagger.
Reason tells Sean that this is all false, all illusion.
But Sean was thinking at this moment, and it seemed that Poincart really wanted to kill him.
Punkart slammed into Sean, who yanked his dagger and pierced Punkart's chest directly.
Puncat glared, glanced at his chest, and looked up at Sean in amazement.
Finally, Puncate's body collapsed to the ground.
Shawn stood up swayingly, lost all his strength the next moment, and fell forward.
Suddenly, the supposedly dead Carter yanked out his dagger and deliberately spilled blood.
Along with the blood, there was his last bit of magic phosphorus.
At the moment when the magic phosphorus exploded, Punkart slashed the dagger heavily on the wooden comb on the dresser.
The wooden comb was split in half.
Everything is calm again.
Puncat picked up the phone hard: "Here ... ambulance is needed ... the address ... the address is ..."
After all, my teacher is my own teacher.
The reason was found so quickly.
The moment Sean stabbed Puncat with a dagger, he told him why.
All the reasons are on that wooden comb.
This is also the most suspicious thing they have encountered today.
Not evil spirits, but this wooden comb is a magic prop.
They had probed the wooden combs wrong before.
They found that the wooden combs were magical, and no trace of evil spirits should be noticed.
This wooden comb can hallucinate people who come in contact.
There is no evil spirit in this house either. The so-called burning evil spirit is just what they imagined.
When Sean pierced Puncat's chest with a dagger just now, he deliberately stung, and said a comb.
Sean was aware of the problem with the comb, but at the time he was in an illusion and it was impossible to destroy the comb.
Only by letting Pancart wake up from illusions is it possible to destroy the wooden comb.
I have to say that this is a very risky move.
Fortunately, they succeeded.
"Sean, sir, are you okay?" Puncart sat on the ground in a difficult position.
Sean closed his eyes and lay on the ground: "I'm fine ... but I don't dare to open my eyes, I'm afraid I will hit magic again."
"I've destroyed the comb," said Puncat. "What the is this comb?"
...
The ringing of the phone awakened Shallah. She looked at the time, and it was now more than two in the morning.
Sheila reluctantly answered the phone.
"Hello, are you Miss Chara?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Do you know Puncat and Sean?"
"I know."
"They are in the hospital now."
"Hospital? What happened?" Shaila was startled, and her drowsiness receded a lot.
"They are in your house and then attack each other."
"Is this how?"
"This is what our police want to know, where are you now? Would you like to talk?"
"I'm not in downtown Los Angeles, I'm afraid I won't be able to return to Los Angeles until tomorrow."
"Well then, I hope you can come to the police station tomorrow."
Sheila's thinking was a bit chaotic. She faintly realized that it was likely that Poncat and Sean had the same hallucinations as themselves, and then killed each other.
The next day, Sharan hurried to the police station and communicated with the police.
Of course, just make a simple transcript.
After all, she wasn't on the scene at the time, and there was nothing to suspect.
In the transcript, she claimed that she had just lent the house to Poncat and Sean temporarily and let them live in her own home.
Although the police were puzzled by Puncat and Sean's mutual assassination, there was not much embarrassment for Shayla.
Sheila went to the hospital again to see Puncat and Sean.
"Mr. Puncat, what is going on?"
"We miscalculated. It's your comb. It's an evil magic item." Puncat was very weak now, because he was stabbed in the chest. Although he missed the point, he lost too much blood.
Although the rescue came, it was still weak.
"Mr. Sean and I both had illusions and then fought each other."
"So ... that comb? I'm going to destroy that comb now."
"The comb has been cut off by me, but the magic items are not so easy to destroy. In order to prevent you from being hurt again, you cannot touch the comb. It is best to wear completely isolated gloves and then burn the comb And bury the ashes. "