I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

"Who?" Fang Qinghong stood upright, looking around vigilantly: "Who are you?"

In the thick fog ahead, a figure suddenly appeared, standing indistinctly.Fang Qinghong could only tell that he looked like a man and was extremely tall.

Could it be... the shadow left by Immortal Zixia? !

A voice came from the thick fog: "Come here, and you will know."

Fang Qinghong was silent for a moment: "What's there?"

"the truth."

"Why should I believe you?" After experiencing the disappearance of his companion and the nervousness of entering the phantom formation for the first time, Fang Qinghong found his own pace, and calmly said: "There are many doubts in the Jingmen, and there are many traps in ambushes. A shadow created by illusion."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"You just talk sweet words, see if I listen." After speaking, Fang Qinghong ignored the figure in front of him, and rested his chin to think of a way to break the formation.Strange to say, after being separated from Shen Ke and Liu Menghan, he had already left the protection range of Yuezhao Tianmen Mirror, but the miasma did not enter his body.

Is there anything different here?

On the other side, the figure saw that he was determined and did not speak for a long time.

The billowing white mist churned and surged, and the ground began to shake violently. Fang Qinghong raised his head abruptly: "What are you doing?!"

The man's voice became more ethereal, and he said intermittently: "There is not much time, go to the southwest, wake up as soon as possible... go..."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qinghong's face went dark, and he didn't know anything.

A strange and strong fragrance awakened him.

Fang Qinghong suddenly opened his round eyes, he has been bigu for many years, and he has the taste of a mortal.At this time, the sound of gurgling came from the hungry stomach, and he raised his hand to shake it, and found that the true essence circulating in the meridian was gone!

Sitting up suddenly, the air conditioner covering his body slipped off his shoulders, and Fang Qinghong realized that he was lying on a bed.Looking around, he was not familiar with the decorations in the room. He threw off the quilt and jumped out of the bed. Fang Qinghong ran out of the room all the way, the solid wood floor being trampled by his steps.

Then he saw the strangely dressed young man with glasses who appeared in his mind several times when he was dimly conscious, wearing something called an apron, turned around when he heard the movement, and said in a very familiar tone: "Yo, wake up!" La."

Fang Qinghong stood at the door of the kitchen, looked down to see that he was wearing the same strange trousers as him, made of pure cotton, loose and soft, and his upper body was a round neck and short sleeves.He thought of something, touched his head again, the long ponytail was gone, replaced by a short fluffy hair.

The young man with glasses turned off the fire, divided the noodles in the pot into two portions and put them into bowls, then came out with two large bowls and put them on the dining table, "Let me tell you, I can only cook instant noodles. Let's eat."

This is where?Fang Qinghong originally wanted to ask this question, but his body was completely out of control, and the words that came out of his mouth became: "You won't just eat this every day, will you?"

"Of course not." The man sat down at the table and smiled: "I can still order takeaway."

"Then you let me eat this?"

"If you like to eat, don't eat, if you don't eat, you will fall down."

Having said that, he still sat across from the person and started eating.

... No, this is not my world, I have to wake up quickly!

Fang Qinghong's consciousness was struggling violently in his brain, but his body was like a puppet being manipulated, living a life of eating, sleeping, waking and eating step by step.

The sun is setting and the moon is rising, and the stars are changing. He watched helplessly as he wasted days of time in vain, and his internal worries were burning with anxiety.I don't know how to calculate the passage of time in the illusion, how long has it passed outside?

Where exactly?

Where is the door to the illusion? !

The boundary of the practitioner's mind is the acme of the illusion, one has to cross that line... Fang Qinghong slumped lazily on the sofa in the living room, his brain running rapidly.

From the beginning to the end, there were only the two of them in the illusion, and no one else visited this room.Then you can be sure that the man with glasses is the key to the phantom array, and you want what this man can't think of, what you can't think of...

"This is the xx building in the CBD center of Chongming District. As you can see, the commercial buildings here are all built very high. As a landmark building in this city, xx building is the tallest building among them. It has 46 floors, and just Just now, a man jumped from its roof and died instantly."

On the wall-mounted TV, the reporters at the scene chattered about the situation: "Now, the place where the incident happened has been surrounded by the police. You can see the yellow line. They are investigating the cause of death. We visited the staff in this building , They all said that they did not know the deceased, so it should be certain that the deceased was not an employee here."

Ordinary people, mortals...

Fang Qinghong straightened up quickly, stumbled and ran to the balcony, supported with one hand, and jumped onto the balcony's guardrail.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of glassware being smashed came from behind.

"Hey, what are you going to do?!" The young man didn't have time to clean up the scattered fruits on the floor, and stared at him dumbfounded: "Stop it, this is the 17th floor!"

At the moment when the opponent rushed forward, intending to stop him, Fang Qinghong looked away without hesitation, and jumped.

Free fall doesn't look good, especially for mortals.Fang Qinghong had never felt that death was so close to him. In the cultivation world where the jungle preyed on the jungle, he was able to save himself from danger every time, but when he lost all support and became a mortal, he experienced the despair of powerlessness.

Fortunately, heaven favored him again, and his heavy body did not fall on the cold and hard ground.At the very moment, thick fog suddenly filled his eyes, like a bird passing through layers of clouds, he was finally placed on the thick grass.

Fang Qinghong lay down on the lawn and gasped for breath for a while, then slowly propped up his body with trembling arms.He was right.

For ordinary people, it is common sense that falling from a high altitude will inevitably lead to death, and what he wants to cross is the boundary of common sense.And if he is wrong, he will really die, and the Taoist body left in the real world will become an empty shell without an owner.

But after the depressive and terrifying sensory sensation faded away like a tide, the doubts that surfaced were like pebbles shining on the beach, becoming more and more clear.

What is presented in general illusions is actually the projection of people's hearts, so it is most common to seek what people want.Furthermore, it is people and things that have great cause and effect with themselves.Fang Qinghong's brows were furrowed tightly. What kind of deep-seated cause and effect does this mysterious person who appears repeatedly have with him?

And since the involvement is so deep, why did it never appear in his previous life?

His surprise was only for a moment, and he soon realized that there were more important things waiting for him to do right now.The two ends of the immortal rope had a real feeling this time, and when he followed the rope to touch Shen Ke's side, the other party had already woken up, sitting motionless like a statue.

Fang Qinghong was startled, he pushed it with his hands, and said, "Why are you silent? Are you okay?"

Shen Ke avoided Fang Qinghong's sight and remained silent.

He just had a dream.A dream related to Fang Qinghong.

The Peach Blossom Sword in the dream was really like a peach blossom, with soft eyes and springy brows, he leaned over and rubbed his slightly trembling lips with soft and warm fingertips.Shen Ke subconsciously tightened his hands supporting the opponent's back, and pressed his whole body into his arms.It's like capturing the most beautiful spring scenery in March.

The boy in white raised his face and asked him over and over again how he viewed himself.

Shen Ke couldn't help asking: "If I tell you, how will you treat it?"

The person on the other side smiled: "Equivalent exchange, I will also tell you a secret."

The heart was beating violently, beating the eardrums, and the blood in Shen Ke's body was rumbling and rushing endlessly in his body.If it wasn't for suppressing himself, he might have lowered his head long ago, looking for someone's lips exuding a sweet scent like nectar.

'Fang Qinghong' on the other side couldn't wait for a response, so he nimbly got out of his arms and looked to the side: "If you don't tell me, I'll tell him and listen."

Shen Ke followed his gaze and saw a person standing not far away.Tall and tall, with a handsome wind and spirit, it was Liu Menghan who made him feel bad even if he took a second glance.

"No!" Shen Ke grabbed his hand, forcing the person who wanted to leave to only look at him. "me……"

"Huh?" The young man in white raised his brows lightly, and his lazy tone was low and gentle.He stood on tiptoe, his breath was getting closer and closer, his slightly drunk eyes contained a faint feeling of affection, and there was a slight red at the end of his eyes, adding a three-point deceptive taste.

Shen Ke sat up abruptly, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The instigator squatted beside him as if nothing had happened, poked his cheek and asked, "Wow, what did you see, with such an ugly face?"

Shen Ke turned his head and grabbed the opponent's troublesome hand.

Everything that happened in the illusion left an aftertaste on him, his heart was on fire, and the heat was transmitted to his fingertips.Fang Qinghong flinched from the heat.

At the last moment when the man in the dream kissed him, Shen Ke grabbed his slender and white neck.Then when the other party was puzzled and tried to confuse himself again, he said lightly: "He won't show such a flattering expression."

"Your imitation is too poor."

Now, what he holds in his fingers is a real person.He is the source of all thoughts and what people want.

"I..." He opened his dry lips.

"I'm going to see Senior Brother Liu!" Fang Qinghong suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him.Immediately afterwards, he pulled out his hand with all his might, turned around and ran towards Liu Menghan's direction.

He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't want to guess what Shen Ke's unspoken words were.

Uncharacteristically, Shen Ke did not chase after him in an aggressive manner, and asked him the answer he wanted, which made Fang Qinghong heave a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Liu Menghan, who was supposed to be the first to wake up, was still unconscious.

Fang Qinghong hesitated several times, not knowing whether to intervene or not.If a monk has been immersed in the illusion, his spirit will be separated from his body, which is different from the Nascent Soul during the distraction period, which splits into two and travels around the world. With their current state, the body will only decay and become a pile of loess, without A lonely soul without a master can only be imprisoned here for a long time.

But it would be wrong to intervene rashly.The generation of illusions revolves around the individual. If there is an external force intervening, the cause and effect of the external force itself will be integrated into the illusion of the practitioner.No one knows what kind of variables will be brought about by doing so.And the cracking method, which can respond based on it as long as it finds the key point, will also have many twists and turns because of this variable.

At that time, instead of helping people, they are harming people.

Fortunately, after cup of tea, Liu Menghan broke free by himself.

It's just that his face is pale and his mind is in a trance, as if he has experienced a demon.Fang Qinghong held back for a moment, but still couldn't help but said: "Senior brother, why don't we rest for a while before we go on the road."

"No need," Liu Menghan twitched the corner of his mouth, and a slight dimple appeared on his lips: "Thank you for your concern, junior brother, I'm fine. It's not safe here, it's better to get out as soon as possible."

Xinmoguan involves privacy, and the other party didn't mean to say anything, so Fang Qinghong couldn't ask more questions.He also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, seeing Liu Menghan persisted, he began to worry about how to tell Shen Ke.At this time, he really didn't know how to face others.

Fang Qinghong was busy doing mental training for himself, so he missed it. When the young man beside him looked down at him, there was a trace of complexity in his eyes.