Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Elusive in a trance, air and memory overlap...

"You don't understand. This is called the scrutiny of the mother's family. If he doesn't even have the determination to protect his sister, what's the use of him? A friend in need is a friend indeed."

"I don't understand. You do, but you haven't found a wife yet. You're not doing well either."

"That's because I don't want to find one." The young man propped up his head and had an encrypted conversation with the little figurine. He was looking for a wife with a burden. Not to mention the problem of finding one, if he really wanted to start a family and build a career, this little figurine would be the first one who would be unwilling.

Pei Qiubai was concentrating on watching the fight in the illusion. The heart that was lifted up for Mo Zhichun quietly let go when he saw the red and green branches piercing through the heart of the man in purple and blooming golden flowers one after another to devour the man's body.

Suddenly, black smoke emerged from the man's body, wrapping up Mo Zhichun and himself, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

"No way, the old man has discovered us? He won't play dirty tricks, right? You have a backup plan, right?"

The baby wiped away the blood mist covering his body, revealing his wheat-colored palms. He gently soothed the trembling saplings and shouted anxiously to the boy, causing Pei Qiubai to look at him as well.

"I said this is the last time, Hongyue, we are not the same people we used to be."

The boy did not respond directly, his clenched fists revealed his anxiety, wondering if his sister could see the clues he left and kill that scumbag. If she couldn't find it, then she would be replaced.

Mo Zhichun, who was wrapped in black fog, watched the man opposite him change his clothes. A middle-aged man with a square face appeared in front of him. The short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was too small to cover his beer belly. The sparse hair on his head made him look tall and graceful, which reminded Mo Zhichun of the programmer Brother Wang.

"My daughter, I haven't seen you for a long time. I dressed up to see you. Do you like the clothes I picked out especially for you? It seems that I chose the wrong clothes."

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Zhichun's yellow dress, then looked at his own short-sleeved shirt, shorts and flip-flops, not caring at all, and continued talking to himself.

"It seems that our meeting has been delayed, and you have lived a little longer. Your spirit is stronger and more suitable for me. I have you to thank for it."

The man looked at Mo Zhichun and felt a little annoyed that he didn't feel the scent of the sapling.

"Uncle, who are you? Please don't recognize my daughter randomly. My father died a long time ago."

Mo Zhichun looked at the generous face opposite him, and a chill ran down his spine. After many twists and turns, he was back to square one. He still had to continue his unfinished destiny. The instigator of the great catastrophe was still alive and well, waiting to be harvested and replaced by him. How ironic.

"I created you, so how can I not be your father? Now, it's time for the father to collect his reward. Where is the seed? Give me the seed, and I can find you a body so that you can continue to live."

"You really know how to gild yourself. You are obviously a rat who steals things. After a long time, when the owner does not hold you accountable, have you forgotten your identity as a thief?"

Mo Zhichun saw that the man who always paid attention to his image did not change his image, and spoke a few words at intervals like a program stuck. He knew that this was just a memory projection left by the other party, and his real body might be hiding in the dark to observe him. He could not show his weakness, so he could only pretend not to know and deal with the other party.

"You actually remembered it. It seems that you have found a new helper. Then we can't let you stay. You'd better keep your life. I suddenly think Leng Yang's suggestion is not bad. It can't be better to replace everything you have and kill everyone around you in your name."

The man's lifeless pupils flashed with golden light, revealing a pair of silver eyes, and his true form appeared. He raised his hands, and the black mist turned into chains to bind Mo Zhichun. One chain wrapped around Mo Zhichun's neck and slowly tightened. With a snap, the bone broke, and the black soul drilled out of the middle-aged man's body, but could not enter Mo Zhichun's body.

The red blood mist took the opportunity to overflow from Mo Zhichun's fingertips, wrapping and squeezing the black soul, turning it into an oval egg, shaking back and forth in the air. The chains wrapped around Mo Zhichun automatically fell off and dissipated into the air.

"What have you done to me? Let me out now. I am your father, and it is my right to take your life."

The black soul tried to use magic to break the inner wall, but all methods failed. He beat the inner wall of the egg in frustration, and the dripping blood dyed him crimson. Black and red are also red, which made him look much cuter than when he was pitch black.

"This is my dream, so naturally I can have whatever I want. It's only fair that a dream stealer has to have some restrictions."

Mo Zhichun stood with his hands behind his back, knowing that with the opponent's ability, this transparent egg would not be able to trap him for long, so he hurried to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to repair his injured body.

The black soul sat in the egg, looking at the believer who had fainted on the ground, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I get it. An egg broken from the inside is life, and an egg broken from the outside is food. You want me to break out of the shell and be born, and lose my godhood, which is exactly what you are planning. I won't do that. Mirage demon, come here, help me break the egg."

The man in purple lying on the ground woke up because of the order, opened his eyes, and saw the black soul in the egg. His eyes lit up as if he had found a savior, and quietly made a "yeah" sign behind him.

"Sir, are you calling me? I finally see you. I will complete the task you assigned to me as soon as possible. I have found the seeds..."

"Come here and help me break the eggs first."

The black soul naturally didn't want to listen to the long speech of the mirage demon. The most important thing now was to get out of here. He gave the purple-clothed man an order in his mind. The purple-clothed man's mouth suddenly stopped moving. His slender body gradually hunched over step by step. The purple gown touched the ground, loosely supporting the old man, like a child who stole adult clothes and playfully raised a cloud of dust when walking.

"Okay, my lord."

The old man reached out to grab the egg in the air, but missed. He stood on tiptoe with his cane and tried again, but still couldn't reach it. The veins on his neck began to turn black, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Sir, I will rescue you immediately. Please give me some time."

Mo Zhichun was thinking about how to escape. Looking at the mirage monster's hard work and funny movements, he couldn't help but speak.

"Just swing your crutch and let the egg hit the big rock over there, and it will break."

"Yes, this method is good. The adults are smart."

The brown crutch took the initiative to attack, hitting the egg in the air with great force. The egg rushed towards the boulder on the opposite side and shattered. The eggshell turned into blood mist and dissipated, leaving only a pool of black liquid, dying under the burning red sun.

"Mo Zhichun, you lied to me."