Chapter 567: Pursuit

I don't know if it's an illusion.

He always feels Lin An is like a blood corpse that could erupt at any moment.

In a daze.

The officer, with a hint of disgust, wiped the blood from his face and looked anxiously at Lin An:

"Sir."

"The precognition ability of the 67th Ascetic Practitioner cannot see fragments of the future."

His expression was strange; he seemed somewhat surprised that Lin An would ask such a question.

Shouldn't the Lin An before me also have a similar ability?

"That person's precognition only predicts battle outcomes."

"Isn't that common sense?"

"The top hundred Ascetic Practitioners all have similar abilities."

"Ascetic Practitioner sirs, we originally borrow power from the future..."

"You... don't have this ability?"

"Besides, I don't see how you'd rely on external objects against enemies; aren't you afraid of damaging your power of belief?"

Like a bolt of lightning flashing across the mind.

！？

The guiding officer suddenly widened his eyes, as if recalling something.

Damn it!

When did I bring him in here?!

The mysterious Ascetic Practitioner before me is a big problem!

He's asked too many unreasonable questions!

In an instant, the officer, stimulated by his questions, seemed to snap back to his senses.

Why did I inexplicably bring an Ascetic Practitioner of unknown origin into the city?!

That fighting style is clearly off!

I should interrogate him, even contact the Ascetic Practitioner sirs to verify his identity!

His mind was shaken.

After years of military life, he instinctively waved for the soldiers to gather.

"Who are you!? You're not an Ascetic Practitioner!?"

Almost as the officer doubted and shouted.

Lin An also sensed the officer's suspicion and instinctively reached to draw his sword.

Kill him and rush out?

He never imagined that this ability was actually something all Ascetic Practitioners have...

He was careless...

It seems that overly unreasonable questions will stimulate the confused target.

His heart sank.

Within this fortress, he sensed at least dozens of Ascetic Practitioner auras.

To break out would probably require some effort.

If the opponent's methods were even more bizarre, his plans would be completely disrupted.

Swords drawn, bows taut, the atmosphere suddenly tightened.

A flicker of fear flashed in the officer's eyes; he saw Lin An about to erupt into action.

This person indeed has a problem!

I must have been bewitched by him!

Quickly call people, bring troops to capture him!

But in the next second, a hint of white light flashed furtively.

A unique wave from the system swept over his body.

In an instant.

The officer's fear, as if forcibly cancelled, turned into a dazed opening of his mouth.

?

What was I originally intending to do?

"General, he's not an Ascetic Practitioner!?"

The soldiers summoned by him gripped their spears tightly, all raising their weapons diagonally aimed at Lin An.

Along with that, the crowd originally on the viewing platform suddenly fell into chaos.

"It's fine..."

"Did I say it wrong?"

The officer glanced bewilderedly at Lin An, quickly waving his hand to signal the soldiers not to be tense.

The atmosphere eased.

Lin An, seeing this, raised his eyebrows, slowly lowering his right hand from behind his back.

He exhaled slightly.

He doesn't fear facing Ascetic Practitioners; strictly speaking,

He originally intended to 'kill them all'.

But without obtaining sufficient information, acting prematurely would mean endless trouble.

Hmm.

Looks like...

Is that white light the system intervening? Or has the ascetic practitioners' disguise taken effect?

Thinking this way, the ascetic practitioner disguise given by the system also, to some extent, serves to dispel anyone's suspicion of oneself.

System-made, indeed not bad.

If not for the system's forced cover, the officer before us would definitely have summoned soldiers, even called forth the ascetic practitioners guarding the city.

Xiong Hanzi beside noticed the abnormality here, and his gaze hurriedly turned back.

His muscles all over his body were tense, he vigilantly looked around.

"Lin Dui, is this guy suspecting us?"

"Shall we kill our way out?"

In the silence, Lin An slightly shook his head, indicating that for now it's fine.

If the disguise ability given by the system is useless even against ordinary people, then the system might as well go hang itself on a tree.

Even, Lin An had thought about this before accepting the mission.

Both missions are to completely annihilate the opposing side, with difficulty reaching terrifying levels.

No matter how strong he is, he's only one person, plus a half-corpse, half-Asura Xiong Hanzi.

If the mission doesn't give some preliminary help, it's simply not something human strength can accomplish.

Without the disguise effect, merely infiltrating both sides' camps would already waste time.

As expected.

The officer whose suspicions were dispelled by the system gave a couple of embarrassed laughs, then restored his respectful attitude:

"Sir, you are an extremely rare special ascetic practitioner, right?"

"Legend says that when ascetic practitioners first appeared, some of them also used weapons."

"In that case, your talent and perseverance are truly admirable."

"Being able to emulate the great Eight Asuras, Sir Ascetic Practitioner No. 3, would surely earn even more praise."

Listening to the officer's continual information, Lin An's heart stirred.

Eight Asuras?

There's also an ascetic practitioner numbered 3?

It seems, is the strength of ascetic practitioners determined by their numbers?

Xiong Hanzi blinked his eyes, and couldn't help asking softly in the team channel:

"Lin Dui, what are the Eight Asuras? Eight bald brawny men?"

"Is this secret realm Buddhist?"

"Look at these statues, and these people seem to be on a pilgrimage, yet they call themselves ascetic practitioners."

"No matter how you look, they just look like bald donkeys."

Zhang Tie was unusually sensitive to the word 'Asura' spoken by the officer.

After all, he was revived with the help of the Immortal Asura.

Lin An, hearing Xiong Hanzi's question, replied offhandedly, not entirely sure:

"It might be somewhat similar."

"But the same religion is unlikely."

"This secret realm world might have some similarities to the real world, or perhaps the entire secret realm is composed of our memory fragments?"

"The Eight Asuras are not eight people, but eight kinds of mythical beasts that guard Buddhism."

"The heavenly host, dragon host, yaksha, asura, garuda..."

"Among them, the asura is one kind."

Compared to the possibility that the entire secret realm is composed of his and Zhang Tie's memory fragments, Lin An would rather believe that only the barren village is real.

If the entire secret realm is...

A chill rose in his heart.

Himself.

Or rather, a second Lin An.

He has experienced too much terror.

And most endings are death.