Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 628 [Swamp Town] 15

Feng Lan believes Yuan Ying's judgment.

She also vaguely guessed Yuan Ying's abilities from this.

For a player with the charm flow, the objects that can be charmed are naturally conscious or "alive". No matter how much Feng Lan scans with his spiritual sense, he cannot break through the physical level to see through the state of the two corpses. Feng Lan guessed a little about Yuan Ying's ability, but tacitly did not ask any more questions.

"Then tonight may not be peaceful." Feng Lan frowned briefly. None of them worried too much about something that had not happened yet, and they quickly exchanged clues.

"We went to find Eleanor," Yuan Ying spoke first, choosing her words carefully. "She looks very ordinary. Apart from her muscles, her silence, and her strong vigilance, there's nothing else to tell. Oh, and she's already murderous towards Leah and Offley. They're both players, so we can wait and see what happens to them."

"Okay," Feng Lan nodded, not very surprised. After all, Leah and Offley, one's acting skills are not very good and her motives cannot be shaken off, while the other's acting skills are good, but as a player, it is difficult for her to conceal her whereabouts and purpose. One can be said to be a coincidence, but if two or three of them coincide with what the players want to do, then it can no longer be said to be a coincidence.

"Mark is a bit tricky. Although he let down his guard when I talked to him, he never told me any clues. If I like him too much and he notices it, it will drive him crazy." Yuan Ying pursed her lips. This was the type of NPC she hated the most. The favorability couldn't be too little, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get anything out of him. It also couldn't be too much, otherwise it would kill you.

"I found his work diary in his study. It's not the original, but a copy." Ben Xin also had a diary in her hand, but as soon as she took it out and looked down, her face changed and she threw it away as if it was hot.

Feng Lan stretched out his hand and froze the moss-covered diary in mid-air, even the half-open position of the pages remained unchanged.

At the same time, she held Ben Xin's hand. Just by touching the diary, Ben Xin's fingertips were covered with gray-green moss in the blink of an eye, and it was spreading to the palm. "It hurts a little."

Feng Lan said this and took action.

A colorless and transparent flame burned from the palm of her hand that was holding Ben Wenxin's. This flame was a mixture of many spiritual fires, combined with the flames of Feng Lan's spiritual consciousness. It was her understanding of the rules of fire. At this moment, it was not intended to hurt people, but to save people. Naturally, it was not the violent and fiery bright red before, but colorless and transparent. Ben Wenxin only felt an itch where the translucent flame touched, and then the whole palm became numb and lost consciousness.

"Okay." Feng Lan carefully retracted the flame. Her power was not very strong, and the healing methods she learned were all based on transformation and talent. Compared to this, she was better at fighting. When the flames were burning just now, she was alert, fearing that if she was not careful, the fire might burn her employer's hands to ashes... cough cough, fortunately nothing went wrong.

When Feng Lan put out the flames, there was no trace of the moss on Ben Xin's hand.

"Aside from the diary, is there anything else?" Feng Lan reached out for the diary that she had frozen in time. "Lawyer Mark arrived just a little earlier than our group."

"There must be a secret in his study," Yuan Ying explained the situation in detail. She was responsible for keeping an eye on Mark and keeping him in check. "Offley and the others went to the bedroom, and Ava went to the study, but they were both gone. Mark's first instinct was to go to the study. He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye he was up from the first floor to the second floor study door without making any sound."

"That's right," Ben Xin nodded. She still felt a dull pain in her arm when she recalled Mark pulling her hand. Ben Xin subconsciously touched her arm and said, "He's very strong, at least B-level. If he explodes, he should be even stronger."

Benxin looked at the diary that Feng Lan was reading. There was this kind of moss on his things. Mark himself was obviously not a normal person. He knew there was a second form even with his toes.