I rely on the map to guide Xueba

Wei Junxing motioned him to squat down, and then stepped on Zhuohui's shoulder.

Zhuo Hun stood up slowly holding the door, and Wei Junxing reached the bronze beast ring.

The moment his hand touched the copper beast ring, a bone-piercing chill slipped into his body from between his fingers. In his mind, there seemed to be thousands of troops galloping past, iron cavalry clanging, and people's voices buzzing. It was as if a battlefield had been opened up in his mind.

He saw a string of water droplets suddenly floating on the hard stone gate, and the water droplets gradually converged, forming a donkey's face, that face smiled, and drove the horse to the other side of the road with a knife.

On the other side, a general in silver armor raised his gun to meet him, and fought with him.

This scene is very similar to Wei Linggong and He Jingshuo who are fighting on the corridor at this time.

But the silver-armored general didn't seem to be Wei Linggong's opponent. The guns and knives collided several times, and the spear was dropped. He sat down on the white horse and was knocked down by the black-armored general.

General Yinjia stared at the big knife that was slashed head-on with his eyes as black as splashed ink, and the long knife slashed at him with a chill.

"no, do not want……"

Wei Junxing yelled out in shock, and the image in the ripples of the water droplets was like a boulder thrown into the water for a moment, with ripples bursting out, and the faces of the two generals could no longer be seen clearly.

Only those black pupils were turning in his mind, very much like He Jingshuo's pair of ink-like eyes.

Wei Junxing woke up suddenly, he shook his head, shit, he fell into the illusion again, the water drop was just another illusion that was opened.

What did Wei Linggong want him to see?He Jingshuo is the general who is hostile to Wei Linggong?

Wei Junxing fixed his eyes on the stone wall in front of him, and suddenly the water patterns dispersed, and the defeated General Yinjia shouted at him seemingly silently.

At the beginning, he still remembered hearing the sound of horseshoes and the thunder of war drums, but at this moment, he couldn't hear anything, only the sound of water rushing by.

Looking at those struggling eyes, Wei Junxing felt distressed.

He stretched out his hand to caress General Yinjia's face across the water mark, but before his fingers touched the water mark, he felt a sharp wind blowing, and the long knife came again, directly piercing the left chest of General Yinjia, and the blood spattered. Wei Junxing had a look on his face.

Wei Junxing froze on the spot for a moment, holding General Yinjia's face in his hands trembling,

"Xueba, don't leave me behind, Xueba..."

The face slowly disappeared before his eyes, spread out, like pieces of a puzzle, burned by flames, and gradually reduced to ashes.

He was crying like rain, his heart was like a knife, and he stretched out his hands to the heart that was bleeding continuously, but he heard a rumbling sound from a distance.

With tears in his eyes, the water lines dissipated, he tasted a salty taste at the corner of his mouth, and he actually cried.

He heard Zhuo Hun shout from below,

"The door is open, the door is open."

Zhuohui squatted down, Wei Junxing jumped off his shoulders, the tears on his face were still wet, and his heart was sore.

No wonder Wei Linggong blamed him for not living up to expectations and insisted on killing him.

The heavy stone door opened slowly in front of him. All the places in this cemetery were originally illusory, but everything looked so real.

Wei Junxing led everyone into the stone gate. In the empty hall, he saw nine majestic stone pillars with coiling dragons. He guessed right, behind this door was indeed the hall where the weasel was fought that day.

On a tree root coffee table in the center of the main hall, there was a big red donation box inlaid with tangled peony patterns, and the students standing behind him cheered.

Wei Junxing rushed to the box first, and threw all the five cloth coins in his hand into it.

Wei Junxing still remembered that there was a stone gate on the other side of the hall, which was the one he and He Jingshuo came across when they walked up countless steps.

But at this moment, there is no end to the black hole on the other side of the hall, as if it leads to another world.

Zhuohui followed up, pinching the cloth with his fat fingers and was about to put it into the coin slot, but because his body was shaking too much, several cloths fell out of the box, and he didn't put it in anyway.

Then other students rushed up, pushed him aside, and frantically threw coins into the donation box.

However, the entire hall was still empty, without any changes, and there was no way they wanted to go out.

The palace lanterns on the Panlong Stone Pillar were dimly lit, reflecting the pale faces of a dozen people below. All the cloth coins were thrown in, but what about the door?Where is the way out?

The hall was still dead silent, and it was depressingly dark.

They were lied to.

Wei Junxing walked around in front of the donation box with his head in his arms. This Zhang Heguang should be called Wei Linggong.What exactly does he want?He hates treachery the most, does he really want to be the kind of person he said?

So, what are those high-sounding words?He hates other people's treachery, so isn't it his own treachery?

Wei Junxing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, while the other students looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the distance, the claret horse neighed more loudly, Wei Junxing heard the low bark of rhubarb struggling, and He Jingshuo really couldn't last long.

Wei Junxing looked up at the ceiling of the main hall, and thought of the split sky, showing a strange dark green color, with a clear boundary with the crimson sky on the other side, as if the knife that Wei Linggong slashed him just now split the sky as well. In two halves.

In desperation, Wei Junxing raised the folding fan to his eyes, yes, his fan, he saw the rest of his fan, only two words "hang it".

No, he can't hang.

He turned the back again, raised his fan, and saw that the village map he had drawn on the back had also been cut off by two-thirds, and the remaining part turned out to be the empty part of Wei Linggong's tomb here.

He ran out of the main hall in a hurry, aligned the position where he had been slashed by the long knife with the clear line in the sky, and quickly calculated the area ratio in his mind.

Coincidentally, the piece that was cut off actually faces two-thirds of the fan.

When the students behind him saw him running out, they all ran out together, looking at the sky covered by crimson and black clouds in the west.

Wei Junxing pinched the lower right corner of the fan with the index finger of his right hand. His palm was sweating and his temples were already wet. If he made a mistake in his judgment, would the world be destroyed here and drown everyone?

He wasn't sure, but at a time of crisis, what could he do?We can't all wait here to die.

He quickly glanced over a dozen classmates, who were also looking at him anxiously, waiting for him to make a decision.

In the distance, Wei Linggong slashed down with a knife, and He Jingshuo almost let go of the spear in his hand, and it seemed that Rhubarb would not be able to hold on.

Wei Junxing closed his eyes and turned his heart. They couldn't escape, and they also died under Wei Linggong's knife. They died sooner or later. It's always death, so it's better to fight.

His trembling ten and middle fingers pinched the shattered fan. This is his only weapon here. Once it is damaged, there is nothing left.