Zhuge Qing looked at the stairs stretching up from his feet, his throat rolled, and he felt a little dry, but he still retained a trace of hesitation and did not take a step.
At this time, the disembodied old voice came again from the endless stairs: "My child, if you step on the stairs, you can inherit everything from me. What are you still hesitating about?"
"You are an unparalleled genius in my Zhuge family and my descendant. You deserve all this. Come up..."
Zhuge Qing felt the voice that kept echoing in his mind, and his eyes that were originally hesitant gradually became firm.
Even more vaguely, he could see a deep red fire burning at the end of the stairs.
"That is the most powerful method of my Wuhou family, burning souls and killing souls, and the three flavors of true fire."
Zhuge Qing murmured to himself, as if possessed, he stepped forward uncontrollably, stepped on the stairs, and then walked up step by step.
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When Feng Baobao woke up after scratching his head, he found that he was lying on the ground with his back stretched out, surrounded by a white space.
She felt the soft, cotton-like ground beneath her, and couldn't help but yawn comfortably, feeling sleepy.
So he turned sideways, reached out and touched his butt, and was about to continue sleeping.
But at the next moment, her face was stunned, and her wise eyes suddenly widened. She felt a warm current surge in her mind, and the memory fragments that had been captured by the Ginkgo Tree King rushed in like a tide!
"Ugh."
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, then stood up suddenly, stretched out her hand and patted her butt. At the same time, she looked around and realized the current situation.
Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 something is wrong.
"Zhang Chulan! Zhang Chulan! Where are you?"
"Some people don't, some people don't, real people? Everyone?"
Feng Baobao put his hands to his mouth, making a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly to his companions. The sound filled the white space, but no one responded.
So she blinked her big eyes, a hint of alertness appeared, her hands shook, and she shook out two kitchen knives glowing with silver and iron, and swung them in front of her without hesitation, slashing out one after another in the blink of an eye.
The sword light was thin and silent, forming a large net, but there was nothing to cut. It shot out very far before dissipating.
Feng Baobao did not stop, his speed became faster and faster, and he kept slashing out one after another of sword energy rays, but still could not break the illusory white space around him.
She frowned, and finally took off the Gatling backpack she was wearing, and opened fire, pouring out her true energy. Until a quarter of an hour later, the sea of energy faintly bottomed out, and she was panting heavily from exhaustion. Then it stopped.
"Woo..."
Feng Baobao fell into a daze again on the spot, seeming to be recalling and thinking about something. After a while, he muttered to himself: "Xu Xiang said that when you see a ghost... you can run as far as you want. "
She looked around at the endless white space that looked like a wilderness, then she put away her Gatling backpack and picked a direction at random. Then she took a deep breath, lowered her head like a calf, and kicked her foot hard. Step on it and rush forward like flying!
She couldn't find her way or her companions, so she just ran!
One thousand meters, ten thousand meters, twenty thousand meters...
Time passes, minute by minute.
Feng Baobao didn't know how long he had been running. He only felt numb, but the white scenery around him remained unchanged.
What's even more strange is that after running for so long, she only feels full of energy and there is still no sign of exhaustion!
She didn't care, there was no turmoil in her heart, she was just running towards the end point with no end in sight, step after step, like a machine that would never stop.
Finally, at some point, a gentle laughter suddenly sounded in her ears, followed by an unfamiliar old voice: "Ha, you are such an interesting little girl."
Immediately afterwards, Feng Baobao felt that his body that kept moving forward seemed to have smashed a thin layer of glass. With a slight click, the white scene in front of him shook for a while, and then it was like a painting being violently smashed. Like tearing, shattering!
With a buzzing sound, her figure disappeared into this boundless space.
The next moment, I woke up!
"Woo..."
Feng Baobao murmured, and then opened his eyes again. What he saw was finally no longer a vast white scene, but changed into a small courtyard surrounded by lush woods.
There is only one thatched house in the courtyard, and there is a tall ginkgo tree planted on one side of the thatched house, but nothing else.
She was standing in the courtyard in front of the hut, facing the slightly opened wooden door. The fragrance of the grass and trees she could smell at the tip of her nose, the warmth of the sun shining on her body, everything was very real.
"We're here again."
Feng Baobao's big eyes revealed confusion, and he didn't know why he appeared here again.
However, when I looked to both sides, I noticed again that the companions who had suddenly disappeared before, but their situation was obviously not good. They all stood blankly, lined up in a row, with their eyes closed, looking like Fell into drowsiness.
There were twelve people present including her, and even Mr. Lu was among them. Except for Taichu Zhenren, no one could be seen.
"This is what happened."
Feng Baobao blinked his eyes and found Zhang Chulan standing next to him, with his eyes closed tightly and a silly smile on his face.
So she unceremoniously grabbed the other person's collar and shook it hard, "Hey, Zhang Chulan, wake up quickly, wake up quickly -"
Feng Baobao shouted, raised his palm again, and slapped the opponent's cheek back and forth. The slaps were already red and swollen, but he was still unconscious.
The confusion in her eyes became even stronger, and she seemed a little at a loss.
But at this moment, the old and gentle laughter came from the slightly closed wooden door of the small hut: "Little girl, don't slap your companions again, they are just asleep, indulging in their dreams, There will be no danger."
After the words fell, a tall old man with a kind face opened the wooden door and walked out with a smile.
He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a wooden hairpin in his white hair, and a beard like the old master. He also held a feather fan in his hand. With a gentle wave, he blew out a wisp of breeze and blew his beard. move.
Feng Baobao looked directly at the other party with his big almond eyes. He subconsciously felt that he was naturally close to her. He even forgot to copy out the two swords and allowed the latter to walk into the range of one foot in front of her.
The tall old man looked at her and said nothing at first, then suddenly smiled: "Shen Ying is restrained, returning to his original nature, and has no time to be pure."
"I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in the world. He walked out of my eight formations unscathed."
When Feng Baobao heard this, his smart brain started to work a little, and he immediately understood what was going on. He pointed at his companions and said, "Is it all your fault that they are like this?"
The tall old man laughed and said: "Yes, it's the old man..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a cold flash in front of his eyes, heading straight for his weak neck. When he took a closer look, he realized that it was Feng Baobao who had slashed out with one hand.
! !
The old man hurriedly dodged back and retreated to the front of the hut. Looking at Feng Baobao who was approaching and slashing again, he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Little girl, don't be anxious, I have no intention of harming anyone!"
As he finished speaking, the kitchen knife that kept zooming in front of his eyes finally stopped three inches from his forehead.
Feng Baobao tilted his head and said coldly: "Are you trying to deceive me?"
The tall old man swallowed, gently pushed away the kitchen knife with the feather fan in his hand, and said with a wry smile: "I, Zhuge Liang, at this age, can I still lie to you?"
Feng Baobao asked doubtfully: "Zhuge Liang? The grave we are going to dig is yours?"
The old man who called himself Zhuge Liang nodded helplessly, and pointed with his feather fan at the dozen members of the Longhu Mountain tour group who were standing blankly: "My precious fifty-generation grandson is also in there. I can still It won’t harm you.”
"Don't worry, this is just a small test. I will control it and reward them."
Feng Baobao looked at the other party up and down. Even though the other party had no evidence and just used his mouth, she could not help but believe in the other party, so she turned her palm over and put the kitchen knife into her arms again.
Zhuge Liang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The last time someone pointed a knife at me like this was when I went to Soochow more than a thousand years ago."
Feng Baobao added: "Don't lie to me. I'm very smart. If I find out that you are committing fraud, I will kill you."
Zhuge Liang nodded repeatedly, stroked his beard and said, "Don't worry."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a faint white light appeared all over the bodies of the more than ten people who were still sleeping. A transparent bubble condensed in the space above their heads, and pictures emerged in it.
Feng Baobao turned around and saw the scene of everyone through the bubbles.
In the picture above Zhang Chulan's head, the other party was squatting outside a small earthen house, happily picking up the rice bowl in his hand, looking at the steaming pickled pig knuckles, and on his side, there was the same thing An old man squatting and a thin man.
The movements of the three people were surprisingly consistent, and they looked like a family.
Feng Baobao recognized the old man, who was Zhang Xilin who had entrusted him to her before her death. She pointed her finger in the direction of Zhang Chulan, turned to Zhuge Liang and said, "What is that? Isn't his grandfather dead? I killed him myself."
Zhuge Liang said: "These are their inner demons, they are fake, and they are also an experience."
Feng Baobao said: "You will wake up if you are dreaming."
Zhuge Liang nodded, "I was waiting for them to wake up, and you are already awake."
Feng Baobao tilted his head and looked at the rest of his companions.
Among the pictures of bubbles floating in mid-air.
It can be seen that Zhuge Qing is walking on a long staircase with no end in sight. A rough beard has grown on his face. He just feels that he has matured a lot after not seeing him for a while.
Zhuge Liang said: "He has been pursuing the true fire of three flavors for ten years, but he still can't reach the end. Maybe he won't find it in this life."
It can be seen that a three-headed ghost with red hair and a green face and fangs is in a huge collection hall, killing excitedly.
Zhuge Liang said: "This is an embryo that was born to kill. It becomes possessed by a single thought, but it gradually wakes up."
It can be seen that Mrs. Lu is smiling all over her face, holding a drawer of dumplings, and walking towards a large table. The table is surrounded by strange faces, including Lu Linglong.
Zhuge Liang said: "It's too cold to be at a high place. What he pursues is nothing more than family love and reunion."
It can be seen that Lu Linglong is in an endless pool of blood, with two horns on her head, her whole body is red, and her eyes are horrified. In the pool of blood, there were stumped corpses lying one after another. They were all familiar people, including Mr. Lu, Taichu Zhenren, Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, Zhijinhua,...
Zhuge Liang said: "She hates herself, is also afraid of herself, and dare not face it."
It can be seen that the hibiscus flower is squatting on the roadside in ragged clothes, covered with flies and insects, and its black hands are fighting with a wild dog to find meat cakes from the trash can.
Zhuge Liang said: "She couldn't escape the shadow of her childhood, so she fell again at this moment."
It can be seen that a doll-like girl wearing a white skirt and long black hair is running anxiously in a dark corridor holding a stuffed bear in her hand. Behind her, a sharp laugh came from a bald middle-aged man with lustful eyes.
Zhuge Liang said: "She longs for love, but can't get real love, and she also sinks into the shadow of her childhood."
It can be seen that Zhang Lingyu is standing in the center of the disciples, bowing down to the "Heavenly Master" standing on the top of the building. Looking at the appearance of the master, it turned out to be Zhang Chulan with a mean smile on his face.
Zhuge Liang said: "He thinks he has too many expectations, so he is always afraid of failure."
It can be seen that Chen Duo was bound in the dark cave, surrounded by the corpses of children who had cut off their breath, as well as the maggots that were constantly multiplying in the strong corpse smell, and the rats that shuttled back and forth.
Zhuge Liang said: "She hates darkness and hates restraint, but in the end she restrained herself with her own hands."
It can be seen that Ma Xianhong has taken off the bandage on his head, and he is talking and laughing with the figure whose appearance is unclear, walking in the city park, looking relaxed as never before.
Zhuge Liang said: "He hopes that people in the world will put aside their prejudices and hope to find his family."
It can be seen that Wang Ye is wearing Winnie the Pooh pajamas and a nightcap, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. The sunlight passes through the slightly opened curtains and falls on his side. There is a family photo hanging on the wall above the bed. Everyone in the photo is smiling very happily.
Seeing this, Zhuge Liang smiled and shook his head and said: "This doll is really interesting. He has been sleeping from the beginning to now. What he pursues is such an ordinary life."
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Under Zhuge Liang's explanation, Feng Baobao saw the illusions of his companions one after another. Until finally, he fell into a brief silence and suddenly said: "Yes, there is still one missing. Where is Taichu Zhenren? Who can't get him?"
Zhuge Liang's face froze, he sighed with a wry smile, raised his hand to the sky and said: "He has joined the battle, but it doesn't count as joining the battle. Anyway, I can't keep him here, he would have gone to heaven long ago."
(End of chapter)
