"What's going on here? Is this an illusion? Master Lin, how can you perform illusion techniques?"
"Aren't these illusion techniques the secret art of the Onmyoji from Yinghua Country? How can you do it?"
At this moment, Dead Unlucky finally realized that he had fallen for an illusion.
Lin Dong's voice rang out, "I indeed couldn't do it before, but just now, I learned it!"
"What?" Hearing this, Dead Unlucky was utterly shocked.
"You mean, in that short time just now, you learned the illusion technique from the Ghost Spirit?"
"How is that possible!"
He truly found it hard to believe.
Yet now he really was trapped within an illusionary realm, and he couldn't help but believe it.
"What kind of monster is this! Could he be the heir of one of those Hidden Clans?" Dead Unlucky murmured.
At this point, Lin Dong didn't want to waste any more time with him.
