The devil has too many vests

Chapter 134: A Journey in the Sky

Yan Weilou's nonsense on a whim is obviously not the correct direction of the fantasy plot.

So, as a matter of course, the moment he landed with Su Xinghan in his arms, the entire illusion slowly darkened like a game about to be refreshed and restarted.

Seeing that there will be another second round, Yan Weilou's eyes turned cold, his fingertips moved slightly, and a wisp of dark white flame burst out with a "chih".

The scorching flames couldn't give people the slightest hint of warmth. Instead, there was a terrifying chill that seemed to be able to freeze the soul.

As if sensing a threat, the illusion that was about to be blacked out suddenly terminated like a stuck game screen, and the dim afterglow of the setting sun had long been replaced by half-smudged darkness.

The sound of joy has long since ceased, and the funeral procession and bandits have also disappeared without knowing it, leaving only the lonely and empty sedan chair in the middle, the crimson curtain fluttering in the strong wind, which has become the only color in this gray and white world.

This scene looked strangely charming and sad.

"This illusion is not ordinary." Su Xinghan had been quietly watching the crimson curtain fluttering in the wind, and suddenly said, "It's different from anything I've encountered before."

When he spoke, the faint breath in his nose touched the side of Yan Weilou's neck, bringing a moist warmth.

This is a distance no one has ever come close to.

Yan Weilou's skin felt like it had been electrified, only then did he realize that the two of them were so close just now, and his left hand was still on Su Xinghan's waist.

He almost subconsciously withdrew his hand and took a step back, let out a deep breath, and calmed down the emotional ups and downs that he didn't even know at that moment.

He looked at Su Xinghan as naturally as possible, and asked curiously, "What's different? What did you find?"

Su Xinghan quietly curled his lips into a smile, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.Immediately, his expression returned to calm, and he began to analyze seriously, as if he didn't notice Yan Weilou's gaffe just now.

"I have cracked more than a dozen illusions before, usually after dying once, I will come back again, only one of the environments is special..."

Su Xinghan's tone was somewhat amusing: "The owner of that illusion is a wealthy businessman..."

At that time, he appeared on the street at the beginning of the game. When he was not clear about the situation, he naturally let his body continue to move forward. Unexpectedly, he only walked a few steps, and nothing happened before his eyes went dark, and he started all over again.

"...It was only later that I found out that there was a pile of silver on the ground at the feet of the rich merchant, because I didn't pick it up every time, so the illusion started from the beginning..."

And the real obsession of that illusion is actually wanting to save his family successfully before his competitors destroy his family.As for the silver dropped by the foot, it is equivalent to a small sideline that is dispensable in the main plot of the game, and it is not important at all.

However, after this person died, even if he was obsessed with saving lives, he still couldn't forget the silver coin he missed before. He had to pick it up in order to continue the main plot.It can be seen that this stinginess is deeply rooted in his bones, and he will never forget it after death.

When Yan Weilou heard him talk about the obsessive soul, he felt a bit dumbfounded, but he also understood what Su Xinghan wanted to express.

Although it is not clear what his obsession is in the illusion of the mountain village murder that Yan Weilou experienced before, it is obviously allowed to make various attempts. Every time Yan Weilou dies, a new Zhoumu will be refreshed.

But it is obviously different like the illusion that "you must pick up the silver on the ground" to continue.This obsessive soul is still obsessed with the piece of silver that he missed when he rushed home to save someone even after he died, which shows how persistent he is.

He was thoughtful: "Mingguang, what you mean is that this illusion is the same. Only by ensuring the success of the sending team is there any possibility of continuing?"

"Well, it is indeed a bit different from other illusions..." A total of only one illusion has been tried seriously a few times. It is completely physicalized and brute-forced all the way. , "According to what you said, as long as this life is still there, the illusion will not restart so easily."

"After all, even if the bandits succeed in robbing the marriage, maybe there will be a hero who is a hero who will fight back and snatch the person back again! Even if there are no masters in this illusion, maybe I, a bandit, is actually kind-hearted. Want to appreciate the beauty of the groom, and put you back into the sedan chair safe and sound?"

He made a joke, and blinked slightly at Su Xinghan, with an extremely relaxed expression.

"Also, the bridegroom is so charming, maybe a seductive person can recruit bandits in turn, and become the guard of the sending team."

Su Xinghan's face was slightly hot, and it was rare to show a slight embarrassment: "...No."

His whispering voice was so low that Yan Weilou didn't hear him clearly, and he was still writing the script in a whimsical way.

After talking about several directions casually, Yan Weilou shook his head: "This obsessive soul is too unimaginative. Just seeing that the bridegroom was robbed, I have to start from the beginning. I don't know that there are many possibilities. "

Yan Weilou just snatched the man out of the sedan chair, and the illusion restarted immediately, leaving no room for him to play various wonderful scripts at all.This made Yan Weilou a little disappointed.

Obviously, his behavior has touched a direction that the soul of obsession cannot accept.Perhaps, this interrupted wedding is where his obsession lies?

Just who is the subject of the soul of obsession?Is it the groom who resents being robbed of his marriage and ruined his life from then on, so he sheds silently all day long and never forgets it until his death; or is it the bandit who is now robbing Huan, but later regrets that he shouldn't have robbed him, crying and just wanting to send him away?

Thinking about it this way, it almost even has a picture.

Su Xinghan didn't expect Yan Weilou to be so skinny, and now he was still running various small theaters in his mind, but he nodded seriously: "I suspect that the soul of obsession behind this kind of illusion is stronger and more special. Maybe He still retains some of the consciousness he had during his lifetime."

The other illusions are death restarts, like rigid system mechanisms.This kind of illusion that you will start all over again if you don’t meet the halfway conditions, on the contrary, it gives people a very flexible feeling, as if someone is behind the scenes.

The surrounding colors were dim, Su Xinghan stretched out his finger to the crimson, dazzling sedan chair: "Perhaps this sedan chair is the breakthrough point."

"Makes sense."

Yan Weilou also nodded, flicked the flame between his fingers, looked at the sedan chair, and then looked around.

"If you don't come out, I'm going to set it on fire."

There is a bright smile on his face, but the dark white flames are jumping between his five fingers. Behind him is a gray and nearly collapsed fantasy world. No matter how gentle his tone is, he looks like a demon who is about to die. An extremely ferocious aura.

"call……"

A gust of wind suddenly blew across the space between the sky and the earth, passed through the sedan chair that was parked in place, and the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted by the wind, revealing a figure in a crimson wedding dress.

——In the sedan chair that was empty before, such an illusory figure appeared at some point.

With Feng Guanxia on his body, this man slowly raised his head to look over, revealing a gorgeous face, but his complexion is too pale, his pupils are dark, and the whites of his eyes are almost invisible.Her crimson lips seemed to be dyed with blood, and the corners of her lips dripped with blood, and her whole wedding dress was dyed red.

Obviously, she would rather die than obey, she died on the way to get married, and she didn't usher in a wedding until she died.

The already dark sky looked like a storm was coming, and the surrounding gray and white background faded away. In the extremely depressing and cold atmosphere, there were only the crimson car curtains, crimson curtains, crimson wedding dresses, and the girl's crimson hair. The blood was burning together.

As far as this scene is concerned, its eerie feeling is almost indescribable in words, and only those who really face it can feel it.Putting it before the crossing of Yanwei Tower, it is completely enough to compete for the most classic horror movie scene.

"So it's not the groom, it's the bride..."

Yan Weilou's curious words instantly broke the suffocating atmosphere, turning a horror movie into a comedy.Before the voice could disperse, his whole body had slowly dissipated in place - it turned out that this was just an afterimage.

In that instant, the real Yan Weilou had already arrived in front of the sedan chair, one hand lightly pressed on the bride's shoulder, and the flame from the tip of the other finger almost hit the bride's face.

Tianyuan Jiehuo has the effect of burning the soul and refining the soul, and it is a natural enemy for this kind of resentment and obsession.Even if she didn't touch her, but she was only hit by the breath at close range, the bride's dark pupils couldn't help revealing an unconcealable look of fear.The soul of obsession, which had already lost most of its sanity, was so frightened that it regained its sanity.

"Don't, don't..." Her voice was stiff and intermittent.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Weilou interrupted her, showing a smile that he thought was very friendly, "As long as you are willing to cooperate, nothing will happen."

His friendly negotiation is obviously a kind of intimidation in the eyes of the other party, especially this kind of obsessed soul. What they see in their eyes is not the physical body at all, but a person's soul, spirit and other intangible things.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the other party, Yan Weilou was filled with unimaginable evil spirit, even more fierce than a ghost.His smile, in the eyes of the bride, is like a fierce ghost king showing its ferocious mouth at her.

She was trembling, and she was jumping out word by word, but now she was so frightened that she could hardly speak.

Fortunately, Su Xinghan stepped forward in time, his eyes seemed to glance at Yan Weilou's hand on the bride's shoulder inadvertently, and he pulled Yan Weilou away: "Let me try."

"Don't be afraid, we only need your cooperation. It's not easy to recover your sanity before you were alive, so don't make mistakes."

His expression was cold, expressionless, and his tone was straightforward, but he just stared at the other party with condescending eyes, and said word by word.

Compared with Yan Weilou's gentle tone, this attitude is simply far behind.

But the bride who was trembling just now raised her head cautiously: "Okay, okay, I promise..."

"...?" Yan Weilou expressed dissatisfaction, and looked at Su Xinghan with a question mark on his head, "You are clearly repeating what I said, and you have added a cruel and ruthless warning. How can I be gentle and amiable? Why is she instead Not afraid of you?"

He felt that he was gentle and kind.

He just made fun of it casually, but he didn't expect Su Xinghan to answer.Unexpectedly, Su Xinghan thought seriously for a second: "Maybe it's because she's blind?"

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