"Sigmon, I'm sorry." Onila looked sad, as if she was the culprit of all this.

"It's not your fault," Sigmun smiled, picked up the paper written by Onira, and he read the contents on the paper over and over again.

At the same time, a thought gradually became clear.

Everything you see cannot change.

"How do you know I'm dead?"

"I saw your chest pierced through, and then you flew nearly 10 meters away. Then the sky cracked, and the meteorite fell from the sky, and the entire street was covered with fire. This scene was so terrible." Onela replied.

"It seems that I should be saved." Sigmun breathed.

"What's the meaning?"

"The chest is through the chest, death is death, these are two different things."

After hearing Sigmun's words, Onira became even more confused, and Sigmun continued:

"I've begun to understand the true meaning of this sentence."

"The truth I see cannot be changed, but what about things outside of this?" Sigmon thought about the possibility in his heart and glanced at Onira.

"Besides these, what details are there that you didn't notice."

Onila closed her eyes, frowned, and thought hard for a while, "No more."

"Where are the people who attacked me, can you see his appearance clearly?"

"I'll try." Taking a deep breath, Oninara closed her eyes again. This time it lasted long enough. As time went by, her body trembled wildly, sweat dripped, and blue veins swelled on her forehead.

"Enough, don't force yourself anymore." Sigmun patted Oninara's shoulder. At this moment, Oninara suddenly let out a breath, and then she opened her mouth wide and her chest was undulating like a suffocating person.

“Hu…hu…”

"never mind."

Sigmun opened the bottle plug and leaned over Onira's nose. This was his carefully prepared perfume that could calm the spirit.

"I saw it." Onila looked up at Sigmon.

"I saw the person's appearance, that's you." Onira looked in disbelief, "That person looks exactly the same as you!"

"What?!"

Many thoughts passed through my mind, "Are you saying that I am the one who attacked me?"

"Maybe... maybe I'm wrong, I'm too nervous, and I may have a new one..." Onila explained incoherently.

"No, everything is possible in the extraordinary world. At least I know that the extraordinary person who has a contractual path can do something similar."

"They can pretend to be anyone," Sigmun added.

A person's name flashed through his mind subconsciously.

Mr. Tree, a Star Sky Contractor who shows that in the information provided by Selwin shows that at least the 5th level rambler should reach.

Compared to Selwin, Mr. Shu has a stronger control over flesh and blood.

If we use this guess to infer the truth of the matter, it may be two consequences.

Mr. Shu and I met on the Cross Street. We changed to my appearance because of unknown reasons. This is the biggest flaw. As long as I see him, I will definitely be suspicious, and then fighting is inevitable.

Next, things will be branched. The first type of tree Mr. injured me, and the second type of tree, I will injured him.

Onira is an ordinary person after all, and her chest is penetrated in her cognition almost equivalent to proclaiming death, as well as subsequent bombardment and explosions and burning.

But for the extraordinary, such injuries may not be fatal.

Not to mention the starry sky contractor with strong vitality, even Sigmun has several ways to save his life, so calm down, Sigmun is no longer as nervous about his safety as before.

After all, Onira was not seeing a direct death scene.

He now speculates that the future that the extraordinary people who are in the Moon contract path should be destined to happen, but what they see is only a fragment of the future.

It does not represent the whole of the future.

This is like a blind man touching an elephant. For such a future, it is trustworthy but not fully trusted, and it is difficult to grasp the degree in the middle.

From this perspective, Louis' description is really correct. They may be really just prisoners of fate, so he does not agree with the name of the contract.

It's the moon.

The moon shrouds the earth, but like the sun, they can only see one side of the world forever.

"Mr. Tree will appear in the Cross Street, Vanny Jewelry Store, and this matter must be notified to the captain! By the way, the Oracle Church has sent two 5th-level extraordinary people..."

Wait, why is it now?

Why were there 5th level or two ranks sent at this time?

Is it really just a coincidence?

After hesitating for a moment, Sigmun decided to tell Marek this important message.

The destructive power of a fifth-level in the city center can be imagined.

Sigmon didn't know if what he did would change the future that Onira saw. If possible, he still wanted to try it.

It was not far from the Elm Street where he lived.

If capable, Sigmund did not want such a disaster to come.

"Give me your best to do my best."

Asking Onela to rest for a moment, Sigmun walked out of the apartment and drove straight to the town hall.

…………

In a secret room somewhere on the Cross Street.

As the true controller of the underground world of Liam City, Samuel never thought that one day his lair would be invaded by a stranger.

The third level of the fallen contract, a substitute messenger.

The special abilities of extraordinary enlightenment are perfectly in line with their own contract, which makes Samuel have more powerful abilities than other third-level stand-in messengers.

In the display cabinet in the secret room, there are carefully displayed and preserved corpses.

Samuel could control these corpses to move, no matter how the underground undercurrents surged throughout Liam City, it was all in Samuel's operation.

If Sigmund appeared here, he would definitely be familiar with one of Samuel's collections, which was the coachman who led them into the White Seagull Manor.

Samuel lay on his beloved sofa, his limbs were pinned tightly, his exposed belly kept bulging, and his intestines were wriggling like a python, as if he was about to break free from his abdomen.

"I don't know, sir, I can't understand a word of what you said."

Samuel had given up struggling. He had tried hard and tried, but all he could get was deeper despair. The person in front of him was far stronger than he had imagined.

"This won't work, I have to make sure you don't lie."

A cold index finger pressed on the center of the eyebrows, and then a heart-wrenching pain came from the place where the fingertips touched the forehead. It felt like a bug was tearing the skin torn through the skull and drilling into the depths of his brain.

After a while, with a bang, Samuel's bulging abdomen suddenly exploded, and his intestines swam wildly in the room like a swimming snake, causing Samuel's body to shake continuously.

A faint sigh rang out.

Mr. Shu turned on the notes he carried with him and crossed out the second name.

"Twenty years ago, Samuel's identity was the best disguise, but unfortunately it was not."

"There is only the last one." Mr. Chu lowered his head and looked at the only name left on the notes.

Wallace Brinsley.

Mayor of Liam, Wallace.
Chapter completed!