"It's so cruel..."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the room.
"who!"
Qing Ya stood up suddenly, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and kept looking around. However, after the candle lights in the room were extinguished, she could only maintain her sight through the moonlight.
Vaguely, there was only the outline of a figure in front of her.
"I?"
"I'm your brother."
"The brother who has taken care of you since childhood, protected you, and left the best things for you."
With that said, the figure slowly walked towards Qingya.
Qing Ya's face turned pale. She wiped the blood on it and regained her frail look. She said in surprise: "Brother, you're not dead? That's great!"
"I don't know what happened just now, but my body was suddenly out of control!"
"I thought..."
"I thought I was going to lose you forever."
As she said this, tears welled up in Qing Ya's eyes and kept falling down her delicate cheeks.
"this..."
"Maybe that's why I've been staying away from all women."
"You're so good at acting."
Wang Ye sighed and slowly raised his hand. Unexpectedly, a ghost knife appeared in his hand. He slowly came to Qing Ya's side, and then...
The knife fell from the hand.
Without any hesitation.
If it was his imagination that spread too far and wronged Qing Ya, maybe he might hold back for once.
After all, no matter what, he has been her brother for a long time, and he is devoted to her.
The illusion of Yaochi is so real.
Including emotions.
Unfortunately... everything returned to reality.
Very cold.
Qing Ya covered her neck in pain, with a look of disbelief on her face, and slowly fell to the ground.
Even until the moment she died, she never figured out why that naive brother, who had always protected her, would be so merciless to her.
I'm just trying to survive, is there anything wrong with me?
Unfortunately, no one gave her an answer.
Even if she died, she could not escape this illusion and awaken her sealed memories.
…
Wang Ye also knew a little bit about the illusion, but he just covered it with a layer of his own.
At this time, the woman in red behind Qing Ya looked at Wang Ye angrily and kept roaring, as if asking Wang Ye why he wanted to snatch her prey.
But when she looked directly at Wang Ye's cold gaze, she stopped where she was, and became quiet again, and was a little restless.
"It's time to serve the main course!"
"It's a pity that we can't serve it all in one pot."
Wang Ye sighed with emotion, then slowly left with the ghost knife that was still dripping blood.
After an afternoon of calculations, he concluded that if he found the core of the illusion, his memory would no longer be sealed. After all, there must be a way out.
Of course, if you are still wandering aimlessly within 30 minutes, you will face the crisis of sealing.
Because the last time he was awake was thirty minutes.
After figuring out this link, the rest of the things became much easier. Without wasting any time, Wang Ye walked directly to the east end of the village.
The village chief’s house!
No matter what the structure of the village chief is, the core of the problem is likely to happen to him.
After all, the other dummies constructed from the illusion are just mechanically maintaining their daily work. Only the village chief seems to occupy the core of the entire plot.
This is obviously wrong.
Sure enough, the village chief's house was still lit by dim candlelight.
Wang Ye opened the door directly and walked in.
"The eldest son of the Cao family?"
"what's up?"
The village chief was sitting in front of the wooden table at this time, holding a book in his hand, reading constantly under the dim light.
"Village chief, what are you looking at?"
Wang Ye sat directly opposite the village chief, glanced at the book in the village chief's hand, and asked.
Speaking of this book, the village chief's expression became solemn again and he sighed: "Alas, the village has not been peaceful recently. I will look through the books passed down by the older generation to see if I can find any clues."
"Let's show our cards."
"I think you can let me go."
Wang Ye didn't even bother to pretend and spoke directly.
...
The village chief was stunned for a moment and asked with some confusion: "Why can't I understand what you said?"
"Before setting off this time, I specially found some books about formations to read."
"It just so happens that I barely understand some illusions myself."
"If nothing else, your pipe must be the core of this formation."
"I'm leaving, and your fantasy will continue."
"If I don't leave, you, the person in the illusion, will most likely die."
Wang Ye smiled faintly and looked at the stone at the bottom of the pipe on the table.
The village chief fell silent, his expression a little stiff at this moment: "Okay."
As he spoke, he picked up the pipe and placed his fingers on the stone at the bottom, as if ready to press it.
"etc!"
Wang Ye suddenly interrupted him, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "The rules don't stipulate that I can't give them any extra drama before leaving."
"I believe this is what Yaochi wants to see."
"After all, people who play fantasy like to make up stories."
The village chief paused for about ten seconds: "Yes."
The voice was still stiff and machine-like, completely lacking the aura it had before.
"This is fun."
As he spoke, Wang Ye took out a pen from the bag, and then kept writing in the ghost novel. Occasionally he would stop to think about it, revise it repeatedly, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
There is too much content, so I won’t repeat it separately.
Just look at the story title...
'Myself in the mirror. '
'There's someone under the bed. '
'Lost embroidered shoes. '
'The clock chimes at half past two in the morning. '
...
perhaps...
Just over 20 stories.
It almost matches the number of people in the village.
Then, he tore the book open and took one copy of each story.
"This book is logically part of my assessment, but now that my assessment is over, does that mean that he can pass it on."
Wang Ye shook the paper in his hand and asked.
The village chief nodded.
"This will be easy to handle."
"Wait for me ten minutes."
With that said, Wang Ye turned around and left, quickly walking through the village, leaving a story behind every door he passed.
Speaking of express delivery...this is Wang Ye's old profession, and he is even more special!
Just highlight the word "quick"!
Soon... every household received Wang Ye's love delivery.
According to the development of the story written by Wang Ye, as long as his memory and strength are not restored, facing the events in the story... he will probably... die.
But he didn't know that after he left, the village chief's face regained its human intelligence.
Looking at Wang Ye's leaving figure, the village chief was thoughtful, suddenly smiled, shook his head, and said to himself: "He is an interesting person."
