At the same moment the gun went off, Anderson's entire body suddenly collapsed, awkwardly dodging the bullet.
Klein, who didn't understand the situation, had already sidestepped to the other side, activating his spiritual vision while drawing his revolver.
In that instant, his first thought was that Anderson had been too aggressive in his hunting last night and had attracted retaliation. He just wanted to shout, "I don't know him! It has nothing to do with me!"
But at that moment, at the table next to
His move was almost simultaneous with the innkeeper's shot, but because he had more steps, it was a beat slower.
Bang!
The buckshot flew out, turning the ground into a honeycomb of tiny pellets. Anderson rolled just in time to evade most of it, but some still grazed him, and his side immediately became a bloody mess.
Klein was about to shoot the burly man with the double-barreled shotgun to help Anderson Hood escape danger, but he suddenly noticed that the man, like the innkeeper, had a blank expression, full of surprise and fear, as if he had just woken up from a drunken stupor.
No, they are not the real attackers... Klein logically stopped his finger from pulling the trigger and quickly scanned the restaurant.
Seeing nothing from his spiritual vision, he immediately pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb, then began observing the "Spirit Body Threads."
At this moment, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant, panicked by the gunfire, were rising and surging toward the exit.
As they passed the rolling Anderson, a well-dressed, elegant young lady suddenly stopped, opened the dark glass bottle she had been clutching tightly, and splashed its contents on the strongest hunter.
Sizzle!
Where the liquid touched, the surface quickly turned black, suffering severe corrosion. Anderson covered his face, sprang up ahead of time, and avoided this attack.
Immediately after, the demure and lovely young lady, the gentleman reading a newspaper, the waiter in a red waistcoat, and the five-year-old child with fruit on his hands all attacked Anderson Hood using their own methods.
Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, hot coffee, high-concentration alcohol drinks came one after another. Everyone in the entire inn restaurant seemed to have only one goal: to kill Anderson Hood!
In this dangerous situation without supernatural powers, Anderson, already surrounded and unable to escape, rolled and tumbled, sometimes leaping, sometimes kicking tables, sometimes preemptively igniting objects, barely avoiding critical hits and suffering serious injuries.
Meanwhile, Klein also noticed an anomaly: From a seat at the corner of the restaurant, blocked by a decorative cabinet, dense and illusory black "Spirit Body Threads" were spreading, but no sound came from there.
In the hall filled with chaos and terror, this was quite unusual!
Is the real attacker who masterminded the "passerby murder" sitting there? Judging from the innkeeper, waiters, and customers’ confused, puzzled, scared, and panicked looks after attacking Anderson, they didn't become puppets. This is manipulation on another level... Illusion, emotional seeds of an "Apostle of Desire," or some other mental influence? Klein suddenly had a flash of insight, stepped forward two paces, bumped into a customer who still had cream on his lips, and opened a passage for Anderson Hood.
The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from that direction, followed Klein as they scurried back to the second floor of the inn, leaning against the wall at the corner of the stairs, gasping for breath.
"Have my provocation abilities reached this level? Even ordinary citizens I don't know want to kill me and are doing it? Ouch..." As he spoke, Anderson tugged at the wound on his right side, almost screaming in pain.
No, no, no, the real situation is that people cursed with bad luck shouldn't go hunting pirates and things like that... The reason Klein had abandoned his plan to get close to the target and try to control him using "Spirit Body Threads" was that he had thought of a possibility: The passers-by seemed to have been given suggestions or mental manipulation, which allowed them to suddenly attack Anderson in an orderly fashion. This was not entirely consistent with the supernatural abilities of an "Apostle of Desire," because the controlled attacks were targeted, precise, and had obvious signs of preparation. Also, Klein had previously heard of a Sequence 4 potion recipe named "Manipulator!"
Moreover, based on the statements of the "Psychologist" released from "
Adding the characteristics of mental suggestion, mental manipulation, and the "Spectator" pathway, Klein also believed that the "Manipulator" likely belongs to the "Spectator" pathway or the "Dragon" pathway, and the picture became clearer: The "Psychology Alchemists" indeed had an important stronghold on Toscart Island and sent a Sequence 4 demigod to guard it. This demigod influenced some pirates, making them do things for him unconsciously. Unfortunately, these pirates became patrons of Anderson Hood last night, so this morning the real investor came calling!
Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said in a calm tone: "It should be that one or several pirates from last night are connected to a hidden demigod on this island.
"Do you think what just happened is something a mid-sequence Beyonder could do?"
"Could it be this unlucky..." Anderson's voice grew quieter, turning into a mutter. "Indeed, those guys were controlled, they were innocent. Thank goodness I didn't fight back, or else I would have become the main culprit of a bloody incident and put on a wanted list! Then the trouble would be huge, and I would only have to become a pirate."
Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "If the one controlled just now was a pirate with supernatural powers, or a Punisher or priest of the Church of Storms, how would things have developed?"
"I would be dead." Anderson spread his hands, then said with sudden enlightenment, "You mean, he didn't want to kill me, it was just a warning?"
Klein nodded seriously and said: "So you still have a chance.
"Yeah, go apologize."
To see what exactly that demigod wants.