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At this time, Umberto in front of the team was also standing there, watching the dream shown by Lilulu and the dream bird flying in it.

Until now, he couldn't help but ask in his heart, how strong are the five people in front of him?

Although he always felt that Kane and the others were as strong as gods, what was the strength of gods?There is absolutely no scale in my heart.

Thinking about it, his attention was all attracted by the dream bird. After all, this was the first time he had seen this kind of creature that resided in human dreams.

After all, human beings cannot freely travel through dreams.

The memory in the dream is also extremely blurry, except for a large number of dream birds gathered in a person's dream, flying out because of dreaming, otherwise they will not be seen at all.

"These dreambirds are indeed very interesting, but their appearance is a bit too ugly, and Li Lulu doesn't like them."

Li Lulu complained beside her.

At this time, Kane waved his hand beside him: "Okay, since you've seen them all, let's go on."

Umberto nodded, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Kane and the others followed behind him, chatting from time to time.

It looks very relaxed and comfortable.

……

between the branches ahead.

After a long absence, Kane and the others once again saw a luminous spirit, staying among the leaves not far away.

"We should be almost there."

Umberto looked at the spirit staying on the leaves, turned his head and said to Kane and the others behind him.

Seeing the spirit meant that they had come to the outskirts of a gathering place.

In this deep mountain and old forest, there should be a village somewhere.

"I should have been to this place many years ago, and I have a little impression that there should be a village not far ahead."

Turning over the fallen wooden branch in front of him, Umberto said in thought.

Hear this.

Lumbe, who was following behind him, couldn't help asking curiously: "You said that the world was broken when you were 16 years old, so how old are you now?"

Whether it is the previous prophet or what he said now, it means that Umberto is not as young as he appears on the surface.

Hearing Lumbe's question, Umberto raised his head slightly, stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, as if he was thinking and calculating how old he was.

"It should be about 100 years old now."

It is slightly beyond Kane's imagination, but it can be felt that Umberto has silver strength.

Silver has the strength to live to over 100 years old, and it is very simple to exceed the lifespan of its own ethnic group.

But think about it, if there is only such a fragment of the world for so many years, all the roads should have his footprints.

"But how did you manage to be 100 years old, but you can't tell from the outside?" Kane couldn't help asking.

It is very normal for a silver level to live to over 100 years old, but it is somewhat difficult to maintain the current appearance and physical fitness.

There should be some external force supporting him.

Kane and the others can detect Umberto's current physical condition.

Especially Mezc, in his examination, Umberto's current physical condition is the same as his external performance, and he may be around 30 years old.

At this time, Metzke accelerated his speed, took a few steps forward, and looked at Umberto.

"Your physique seems to be different from that of normal people. Your body seems to have a spirit all the time?"

Hearing Metzker's words, Umberto nodded, confirming the accuracy of his words.

Although they chatted, they didn't slow down.

More and more luminous spirits can be seen around. They are either floating in the air, wandering around, or finding a corner to stay quietly.

"Since I was born, I have been boarded by a spirit, which is why I took this path."

As he spoke, Umberto let out a breath.

A string of white smoke spit out from his mouth, and the python that turned into white mist wrapped around his wrist.

"The fog spirit, a spirit above a hundred meters high, has a binding effect on all spirits."

Following his words, the white mist python in his hand turned into very thin strands of white mist and flew forward.

And the herringbone-shaped spirit body that had been staying on the leaves was entangled and dragged over.

The moment it was entangled, the herringbone wanted to struggle, but it was obviously useless.

Just like that, it was dragged and placed on Umberto's palm.

"Well, it's like this."

Umberto showed it to the crowd, and then a tinge of magic, or life as they called it, sprang from his fingers.

After touching the spirit, he released it, allowing it to fly away in the air.

Looking at the white mist in Umberto's hand, everyone nodded, as they had a clear understanding of the white mist.

Umberto had talked to them during the chat before.

Seriously speaking, his profession should be called a spiritual doctor, and it is really a profession of healing others.

But you can tell from the name that it heals various problems caused by the spirit.

So the spirit residing on Umberto's body is just to make his methods more convenient. What really makes him powerful is the knowledge related to the spirit in his brain.

And he has lived for more than 100 years, and he has experienced various experiences in dealing with spirits.

In his words.

On this fragment of the world, there is probably no one who understands spirits better than he.

"About the age of 30, due to some unexpected circumstances, I was once again boarded by a spirit. He let me keep my physical fitness at the age of 30 before I died."

"The price is that I always have to walk on my own two feet."

Generally speaking, he took advantage of that boarding.

There are more and more spirits around.

There are all kinds of strange-shaped luminous objects all over it.

Looking at such a scene, Umberto suddenly sighed.

"I think that when I was young, all the places had a scene like this, but now I can only see such a scene in places where people live."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

Yesterday, Kane and Mezke did a little research on why these spirits would habitually gather around human gathering places at the current stage.

Although the human beings here have accumulated magic power in their bodies, the magic power is not dead, it will evaporate into the air little by little with human actions.

And these spirits survive by the subtle magic power in the air.

If the world is not shattered, it is a whole world, and there should be magic in the air all the time.

Of course, no matter where it is, it is suitable for these spirits to live, but now the world is broken, and the ground they are stepping on is just a fragment left after the world is broken.

How much magic can you expect from such a fragment?The magic power in the air is relatively thin. In this situation, it will definitely not be able to support too many spirits, which will cause the spirits to gradually die.

And the surviving spirits will definitely gather around the human gathering place, because the magic power naturally volatilized from these people's bodies is mixed with the magic power in the air, which makes it easy for the surrounding spirits to survive.

So when he saw the spirits gathered around him, Kane stretched out his palm, and a condensed magic ball appeared in his palm.

Under Kane's precise magic control, ribbons of magic power waved out from the concentrated magic ball.

All the surrounding spirits started to move, and they followed the magic ribbon and began to dance and swim in the air under Kane's control.

"Sure enough, in this way, a certain degree of control over these spirits can be limited."

Umberto looked at the magic ribbons controlled by Kane. If there was nothing wrong with his perception, the magic ball in Kane's hand and the total amount of magic power he radiated in the air completely exceeded what was stored in his body. magic power.

So, someone who waved his hand casually was himself?

Such a degree of magical control is completely impossible for oneself.

He had to sigh in his heart again, these people are amazing.

Because he found that following Kane's movements, other people also followed suit.

It seems that it should be the first time, but I learned it easily.

Even the very clumsy-looking Rombe is the same.

"These spirits are really interesting."

Kane looked at several ball-like hairball spirits floating in his palm and said.

If I remember correctly, these spirits in my hands seem to be called fur balls.

The impact on people belongs to the very subtle category, as if it would make people sneeze uncontrollably.

"Okay, we're getting there, we can already see the village."

Umberto looked into the distance, and he could see the orange-yellow thatched roof on the hillside not far away.

There are about a dozen large and small roofs exposed, and it seems that the village is there.

At this time, although the sun has not yet set on the mountain, it is already crumbling in the sky.

Night will come soon.

Following the fluttering spirits around them, Kane and the others began to walk up the hill.

Already you can see the paths that people walked out in the forest.

It can still be seen at the edge of some woods, and it seems to be a trap left by a hunter.

Looking at these traps, Kane couldn't help showing a smile of reminiscence.

Once, he would also use these to catch prey.

Chapter 821 Painting Comes True

Dirt road leading to the village on the mountainside.

A middle-aged farmer wearing a straw hat with his trousers rolled up stepped on a pair of straw sandals and walked towards the village on the hillside.

His waist was slightly bent, as if he had finished his work, so when he walked back, he slowed down.

There is also a farm tool like a pickaxe on his shoulder.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head.

"Ah, this little brother looks a bit unfamiliar. Are you going to the village ahead?"

Although the farmer seemed to be saying hello in an ordinary way, it could be seen slightly that he seemed a little wary.

Umberto walked a few steps quickly, and nodded a few steps behind the farmer.

"Yes, I'm a doctor traveling around."

"Oh, so it's a doctor."

The farmer nodded, visibly lowering his vigilance.

I don't know if it's because I heard Umberto say that he is a doctor, or because I see Umberto's ordinary face and think he doesn't pose much threat.

Umberto has an ordinary appearance, and he is carrying a wooden box that travel doctors often carry behind him, and his temperament is also very peaceful.

It's really hard to think of him as a bad guy.

A few people went up, and within a few steps they came to the entrance of the village.

In the distance, Umberto stood where he was, looking at the largest house on the hillside.

There is where he is needed.

His intuition told him so.

"Brother, although you are a doctor, but you are an outsider after all, it is better to tell the village chief."

The farmer who came up with him kindly reminded him, and then pointed to the biggest house in the distance.