The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Yu Beiming suddenly became a little nervous: he originally thought that Sang Feiwan didn't check Weibo, so if he secretly posted something, she would not fail to notice it.

Unexpectedly, I was caught red-handed at this moment.

The light here is very dim, and even if the phone automatically turns on the night vision function, the photo is still a little blurry. It is impossible for people on the Internet to tell that it is Sang Feiwan from a blurry shadow.

But Sang Feiwan must know this.

Would she be angry and blame me for posting random photos?

Sure enough, Sang Feiwan pulled out the photo and put it directly in front of Yu Beiming.

"Your photography skills are really bad. In the photo, Xiao Hei's head is too short and his legs are too short. His facial expression is not focused. Look how blurry it is."

Yu Beiming: "..."

So her focus was... Xiao Hei? Didn't she notice the shadow behind Xiao Hei?

Suddenly, Xiao Hei sensed something and started meowing in one direction.

Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan turned around and saw a light not far ahead.

There was nothing there before, but suddenly there was a light on.

Xiao Hei rushed out like an arrow.

After running a few steps, it turned back and meowed at them to hurry up - it didn't want to take any risks alone!

Following the guidance of the light, they soon arrived at a cave.

The cave was lit with an eerie dim light. The interior space was over a thousand square meters and was filled with rugged rocks and an eerie atmosphere.

The most eye-catching thing is the mural on the innermost wall.

In the painting, a fairy with a graceful figure is wearing a colorful dress, holding a pipa, and dancing gracefully among the colorful clouds.

The fairy mural is very tall, estimated to be at least seven or eight meters high. People standing below can only look up at the fairies in the painting as if they were looking up at a god.

Under the fairy's feet, in the mortal realm, there is a small scene painted:

The painting shows a man wearing imperial clothing, surrounded by countless beautiful women.

Sang Feiwan's eyes fell on the face of the man wearing the emperor's clothes and hugging people on both sides: "This face is exactly the same as Xiao Liu's."

Yu Beiming's expression also became serious: "It was Xiao Liu. He was sucked into the mural and became a scene in the painting."

Sang Feiwan reached out his hand and tried to touch a corner of the mural. "I can't sense any evil power. It's just like an ordinary painting. But why can it suck people in? What is hidden in the mural?"

"The world is so vast that there are all kinds of wonders, especially in the deep mountains and old forests. Maybe it's a relic left behind by some great being."

"No matter what it is, let's rescue Xiao Liu first." Sang Feiwan said, gathering spiritual power in his palm and trying to pull Xiao Liu out of the painting.

But Xiao Liu seemed to have completely turned into the person in the painting. Even if Sang Feiwan used her spiritual power, she was unable to break through the barrier and pull him out of the painting.

Yu Beimeng tried to see if he could destroy it with external force, but when he brought down his palm, the mural remained motionless, and the spiritual power in his palm was instead sucked in.

This is something that has never happened before.

What is hidden in the mural? Why can't it be destroyed? There is no way to pull Xiao Liu out of it.

Is it the only way to rescue Xiao Liu by joining the game myself?

Yu Beiming couldn't help but stare at the mural again, examining it carefully, trying to find out what was wrong with it.

But as I looked at it, the scene in front of me suddenly changed: the auspicious clouds on the mural slowly dissipated, and what appeared before my eyes was a beautiful land.

Soon, the image of that piece of land kept getting bigger and bigger before my eyes, and then a vibrant little village appeared in my field of vision.

The houses in the village are low, sparse in some places and dense in others. The densely populated area should be the market, and there is a cross street running through it.

Yu Beiming felt it looked familiar when he first saw it. When he took a closer look, his eyes suddenly widened: It turned out to be Liulian Town, the Liulian Town in the world of immortal cultivation!

The next moment, I felt a dizzying sensation.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the center of the market, with people coming and going around him in an endless stream.

There are busy shops on both sides, and you can hear the enthusiastic shouts of the vendors.

Is this the world in the murals? Or is it just a wandering town?

If it was a wandering town, would Wanwan come in as well? Would she recall that memory?

He just thought of Sang Feiwan when a familiar voice came from behind him:

"Sir, are you telling fortunes? A hundred fortunes are worth a fortune!"

When Yu Beiming turned around, he saw Sang Feiwan sitting in front of the fortune-telling stall with a big smile on his face.

"Wanwan!" He called out her name subconsciously.

Sang Feiwan showed some confusion on his face: "How do you know my name?"

Suddenly, her brows relaxed and she smiled again: "Could it be that my fame has spread to everyone?"

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat and adjusted the soft hat on her head. "You should call me Mr. Sang, or... Mr. Shenshen, which is more appropriate."

Yu Beiming looked at Sang Feiwan without blinking. Although she was dressed in men's clothes, her facial features were too delicate, especially her eyes which were watery and bright. One could tell at a glance that she was a little girl.

It's just that this little girl smiles in a ruffian way, she doesn't look like a fortune teller at all, she's clearly just a street thug.

Yu Beiming suddenly realized: This is not the Wanwan of later times. The Wanwan of later times would not look at him with such an expression, nor would she speak to him with such a tone.

Her originally lively personality completely changed after she embarked on the path of ruthlessness.

So, is the Wanwan in front of him just the Wanwan in his memory who set up a stall in the small town to tell fortunes?

Sang Feiwan saw that he was just staring at her, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he said nothing.

She opened her folding fan and put it in front of herself: "Although I am born handsome, it is really impolite for you to stare at me like this, sir."

Suddenly she thought of something, and her voice suddenly changed in shock: "You...you...you are not a homosexual, do you really like me?"

This scene was the scene when he and Sang Feiwan first met. But the subsequent conversations were different from the previous ones.

So it's not just memory?

Will Wanwan in front of me give different reactions depending on what I say?

Does she have thoughts and feelings?

How is this different from the real Wanwan?

Yu Beiming's eyes were moistened instantly, and he answered seriously: "I don't like men, I like women. If I fall in love with a woman, it will never change for the rest of my life. Evening... Mr. Sang, I just think you look a bit like my old friend. I looked at you a little too much, sorry for being so presumptuous."

"Is that so? It's okay. I'm not that petty." Sang Feiwan put away the fan and said with a smile, "Sir, I think you're going to have a bloody disaster. Let me tell you my fortune and keep you safe."

The same scene, the same people, separated by hundreds of years and the memories of two worlds, came to my ears again.

As a result, his past memories and the current scene overlapped together, making it difficult for him to tell what day it was and where he was.