"Damn it, where did I go wrong?" Pankat's expression was grave.
Sean also did not understand when he had fallen for the illusion.
Both of them were at a loss. Illusions were not something that could be easily used, and it was even more impossible to trick the other party without them realizing it.
The terrifying thing about illusions was that it was very difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
It was like seeing a person brandishing a knife at you in an illusion. You knew that it was fake.
But how could you completely ignore this kind of attack?
Sean held his head and leaned against the corner in pain.
Pankat suddenly saw a strange smile appear on Sean's face.
Sean's body was fusing into the wall.
"Illusion! Illusion! This is an illusion … "Pankat kept telling himself that it was an illusion.
"Do you still think that it's an illusion? My stupid disciple. " Sean's smile suddenly became strange. "I've wanted to kill you for a long time, but I never had the chance. Now, the chance has finally come."
"Kill me? Why? "Pankat suddenly lost control of his emotions.
"Why? Because I'm your teacher, but you're even more outstanding than me. I hate people who are more outstanding than me, especially when they're my disciple. "
"It's fake … it's fake …" Pankat kept telling himself that in his heart, but his consciousness was becoming chaotic.
At the same time, Sean, who had been leaning against the wall and panting, suddenly looked at Pankat with a strange expression on his face. That sinister and strange smile made his disciple feel strange and terrifying.
"Teacher, do you really think it's because I fell for an illusion? That's just an excuse. I deliberately attacked you and then blamed it on an illusion. "A smile appeared on Pankat's face.
"Why? You … no … this is an illusion. Damn it. "Sean immediately closed his eyes.
"Illusion? Do you really think that someone could cast an illusion on them without them knowing? "Pankat sneered at Sean.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you've been hiding something from me. Every time you teach me magic, you d * mn b * stard. And every time I ask for your help, you always ask for a cut. You greedy b * stard. This time, I finally don't have to give you a cut anymore," Puncatt said with a smile.
Sean hid his hands behind his back and quietly took out an enchanted dagger.
Reason told Sean that this was all fake, all an illusion.
However, Xiao En's thoughts were already in a state of chaos. It seemed as if Pankat really was going to kill him.
Puncarter pounced at Sean, who pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into Puncarter's chest.
Punkat's eyes widened as he looked down at his own chest, then looked up at Sean in shock.
Finally, Pangkat's body slumped to the ground.
Xiao En stood up unsteadily, but in the next moment, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, Poncart, who should have been dead, pulled out his dagger and purposely splashed his blood.
Along with the blood, the last bit of his magic phosphor was also splattered.
The moment the Magic Phosphor exploded, Pankat slashed the wooden comb on the dressing table with his dagger.
The wooden comb was split in half.
Everything had returned to its original calm.
Pankat picked up the phone with much difficulty. "Here … We need an ambulance here … Address … Address is …"
After all, his teacher was his teacher.
He had found the reason so quickly.
The moment Sean stabbed the dagger into Punkat, he told him the reason.
It was all because of the wooden comb.
It was also the most suspicious thing they had come into contact with today.
It was not the work of an evil spirit, but the wooden comb was a magic tool.
They had made a mistake when they investigated the wooden comb before.
They had discovered that the wooden comb had the aura of magic, but there was no trace of an evil spirit, so they should have noticed it.
The wooden comb would cause illusions to those who came into contact with it.
There was no evil spirit in this house. The so-called burning evil spirit was just their imagination.
When Sean stabbed the dagger into Punkat's chest, he deliberately missed it and said something about the comb.
Sean realized that there was something wrong with the comb, but he was trapped in an illusion at the time, so it was impossible for him to destroy the comb.
Only by waking Punkat up from the illusion could they destroy the wooden comb.
It had to be said that this was a very risky move.
Fortunately, they succeeded.
"Sean, teacher, are you okay?" Punkat sat on the ground with difficulty.
Sean closed his eyes and lay on the ground. "I'm fine … but I don't dare open my eyes. I'm afraid of falling into an illusion again."
"I've already destroyed the comb," Punkat said. "What's the deal with this comb?"
…
The ringing of the phone woke Sherra up. She looked at the time and saw that it was past two in the morning.
Sherra reluctantly picked up the phone.
"Hello, are you Miss Sherra?"
"Yes, I am."
"Do you know Punkat and Sean?"
"I do."
"They are in the hospital now."
"Hospital? What happened? "Xia La was startled, and her drowsiness had receded quite a bit.
"They were in your house and then attacked each other."
"What's going on?"
"That's what the police want to know. Where are you now? Do you have time to talk? "
"I'm not in downtown Los Angeles. I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow to return to Los Angeles."
"Well, I hope you can come to the police station tomorrow."
Sherra's thoughts were a little chaotic. She vaguely sensed that it was likely that Punkat and Sean were hallucinating like her, and then they killed each other.
The next day, Sherra hurried to the police station and communicated with the police.
Of course, it was just a simple statement.
After all, she was not at the scene at the time, so there was no suspicion.
In the statement, she claimed that she was only temporarily lending the house to Punkat and Sean for them to stay in her house.
Although the police were puzzled by the fight between Punkat and Sean, they did not make things too difficult for Sherra.
Sherra went to the hospital to see Punkat and Sean.
"Mr. Punkat, what's going on?"
"We miscalculated. It's your comb. It's an evil magic tool." Punkat was very weak now because he had been stabbed in the chest. Although it did not hit a vital point, he had lost a lot of blood.
Although he was saved, he was still very weak.
"Both Sean and I were under an illusion, and then we fought each other."
"That … that comb? I'm going to destroy that comb now. "
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