Chapter 28: Delusion on the Cliff
When Sean went out, he subconsciously kept a friendly yet polite distance from Daisy.

He didn't even see the process of Daisy's fight.

The most striking thing in the darkness was a pair of strange vertical pupils. Daisy's figure melted into it, making it difficult to capture with the naked eye. It was not until the other night watchmen brought out the monster's body that Xiao En could see the countless bloody and terrifying claw marks on the body.

Too brutal.

Unlike Benjamin's quick and efficient kill, Daisy's fighting traces were shocking.

At this moment, Daisy had simply cleaned up the blood stains on her body, and was following Sean with a well-behaved and cute look on her face. However, occasionally when no one was paying attention, she would quietly lick her palms, just like a kitten licking its paws.

"Daisy is definitely not a low-sequence transcendent."

"The natural way?"

"Shapeshifter?"

Sean even suspected that Daisy's strength was comparable to Captain Benjamin's.

Xiao En still feels a little uncomfortable when he thinks about the time they spent together in the park.

Outside the sewer.

"Captain." William walked over quickly and shook his head slightly at Benjamin.

Still nothing found.

Rumble.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky. A minute or two later, drops of rain fell. Daisy, who was walking behind Sean, shook her head, as if she didn't like the rain.

The sky gradually darkened.

Xiao En's brows were furrowed. He looked at the surrounding buildings and said in a deep voice, "How many residents and businesses are there around here?"

William replied: "Probably more than 2,000 households."

Xiao En was silent for a moment, and continued: "Immediately check the nearby residents and ask other people if there are people engaged in literature, art, history and other industries."

"Find them all. I want to review them one by one."

Different from the deformation of flesh and blood, the indescribable illusion is more picky, and the relics from Candlekeep will most likely choose these types of people.

Know how.

It only seeks out those who are thirsty for knowledge.

If it weren't for the out-of-control Deep Diver that delayed the group's time, they should have been able to find the target before it rained.

A heavy rain fell.

The heavy rain came a little suddenly. It took only half an hour from the dark clouds to the heavy rain. Amid the rumbling thunder, everything around became dim. In this situation, it was basically difficult to block the entire market area by relying on police force, especially because of the heavy rain, the water level in the sewers here was also rising sharply.

If Sean hadn't discovered the traces, the out-of-control deep diver would have already dived into other places along the rising water level in the sewer.

"The rain came so suddenly." Daisy sniffed.

Heavy rain obscured the smell.

clang.

A bell rang, and the time was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xiao En's figure suddenly stopped and he looked towards the direction of the clock tower.

Inspiration is vibrating.

He felt the breath of knowledge.

Someone was performing a ritual in the bell tower, and the mysterious knowledge in Sean's brain was resonating.

Spellcraft.

Wizards have the ability to identify supernatural rituals of any kind far beyond that of other extraordinary people.

"In the bell tower!" Sean shouted.

Benjamin and his group immediately ran towards the clock tower in the pouring rain.

A thin figure wearing a bowler hat and a shabby grey coat appeared on top of the twenty-meter-high bell tower. He looked to be in his thirties, with sunken eye sockets and a haggard look. Between his arms was a stack of papers covered with densely packed weird graffiti. The papers were now wet from the heavy rain, with ink marks dripping from them.

His expression was confused, his eyes were empty, and he exuded an air of laziness and decadence.

He just threw the pile of papers in his hand on the top of the clock tower. The papers flew all over the sky in the strong wind, and the lightning illuminated the strange and distorted human outlines above.

"You have no talent..."

"It's hard for you to even support yourself... If you continue like this, you'll starve to death sooner or later..."

"You have no talent at all..."

"You know what? You're just a clown... wasting your time on something that has no chance of success!..."

"What on earth are you holding on to?"

A strong wind blew.

The man's bowler hat was blown off, revealing his increasingly mottled and sparse hair. The strands of hair were wet by the rain and stuck to his scalp, looking a little funny. Weird whispers echoed in his ears, but he remained silent in the face of all the sarcasm and just held the pen tightly in his hand.

“What am I holding on to?”

The man's hoarse voice sounded, like a whisper: "Why am I still unwilling to give up?"

The brush was trembling slightly.

It seemed to have a mind of its own, guiding the man closer to the edge of the bell tower.

The ink marks dripping from the paper flowed in the accumulated water. They gathered together like a splashed ink painting, and under the scouring of the heavy rain, they gradually formed a vague outline of a human figure.

Wow!
A dark hand made of ink emerged from the puddle.

But it seemed to be isolated by something. The lines where the ink gathered lifted the accumulated water half a meter high. The gathered water was dyed by the ink, but it could not break free from the constraints of space. A mask-like black and white face emerged, with empty eye sockets. Its lips were whispering and murmured, injecting dark emotions into the sacrifice that came to reality.

Half of the man's foot was already hanging in the air.

A trace of struggle appeared on his confused face, and some hopeful faces flashed through his mind.

He came to the bustling metropolis with hope, and set out on the road of pursuing his dream with the expectations of his family. But he was just a small person from a remote area. With a little effort, he might have a little fame in his hometown, but once he came to the bustling metropolis, he was immediately beaten back to his original form by the cruel reality. For so many years, in order to comfort his family in his hometown, he lied that he had achieved some success in the metropolis, but in fact he could only do some dirty and tiring work in the market area every day to barely make ends meet.

Born in a small place, he could not integrate into the circles of the big city at all, and had no chance to display his talents. All his works were simply wiped out with the words "he has no talent and no gift".

Decades of consistent efforts are not as good as others' casual doodles that come to them in a moment of inspiration.

Maybe that wasn’t inspiration at all…

The lonely man on the clock tower slowly closed his eyes, and amid the strange whispers in his ears, he slowly took a step forward.

The rain is heavy and the accumulated water is flying!
A hollow and mottled human face mask is about to rush out from the rendered ink. Its hideous and sharp fingers have pierced the accumulated water, entering reality from illusion. At this moment, it seems as if reality has turned into a painting, and the rain dripping around it is also stained with the color of ink painting.

suddenly!
A strong arm stretched out from the bottom of the bell tower, grabbed the man by the collar, and pushed him back from the edge of the cliff.

Benjamin's agile figure leaped up, he pushed away the confused man in front of him, the black umbrella in his hand flashed a silver light, the silver light of the茭白 cut off the raindrops, and a black arm sticking out from the puddles was cut in half. Benjamin's figure pounced up, holding the flowing light in his hands with both hands, and stabbed directly into the puddles of ink.

puff!

A stream of black ink mixed with black and white pigment flowed out, and the light in his hand seemed to disappear from reality. Less than one centimeter of accumulated water actually swallowed up the entire umbrella sword.

Tick, tick.

The ticking sound of the clock echoed in the rainstorm, so clear at this moment.

Under the bell tower not far away.

Sean seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. He seemed to have hallucinations just now. Benjamin's figure suddenly disappeared while he was running, and then he suddenly appeared on the vertical wall. He was running on the vertical wall more than 20 meters high, like a jumping slide. When Sean could see clearly, Benjamin's figure had already leaped above the clock tower.

In the air, there was only a silver arc of light!

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