"it's OK now."
Returning to the village chief's room, Wang Ye spoke.
The village chief put his hand on the stone under the pipe and pressed it gently.
A deep space crack suddenly appeared in front of Wang Ye. Wang Ye took a deep breath and stepped in.
As Wang Ye entered, the rift slowly closed.
"The story is very good..."
"Would you like to save a portion and give it to him?"
I don't know when, several pieces of paper appeared in the village chief's hand, which was one of the stories written by Wang Ye.
There is someone under the bed.
...
When he opened his eyes again, Wang Ye had already appeared on the bridge, with several butterflies flying around, spreading pollen downwards.
When Wang Ye woke up, the butterflies flew away.
Wang Ye subconsciously looked around and found that there were many similar bridges around, and there was a person standing on each bridge.
What is intriguing is that the twin girls from Lingshan appeared on a bridge at this time, and were acquiesced by the rules of Yaochi.
Among them, the people on more than ten bridges had turned into corpses and fell straight down. The corpses were surrounded by butterflies, biting their flesh and blood.
What surprised Wang Ye was...
There are still three bridges, and the people on them have left!
There is someone faster than me!
The boy from the underworld, Mao Yongan, and the person in the middle position on the throne of heaven with his eyes tightly closed.
These three people...
Livestock!
And why did Mao Yongan appear in the middle for no reason?
Of course, if he didn't want to cause trouble, he could leave around noon.
So his efficiency is not slow either.
It's just that the starting point is different. Others' starting point is simply the Yaochi Secret Realm. While obtaining the treasure, he also has to take into account other things.
for example...
Attack Heaven, the younger generation of Lingshan.
On the opposite side of each bridge, there is an identical wooden house.
After passing through the illusion, there was nothing unusual in the second half of the bridge.
Wang Ye went straight to the wooden house, opened the door and walked in.
There was no furniture or furnishings inside, and it looked empty.
Instead, there are a few words carved on the wall.
"Three live and one lives."
"Only the living can enter the Yaochi."
Another screening?
What puzzled Wang Ye was that, logically speaking, given the situation that Yaochi was facing at that time, how could it be possible to have time to arrange so many scenes.
Something weird.
In other words, there are still living people in Yaochi.
For example...the village chief?
After taking a short rest in the wooden house, Wang Ye opened the door on the other side of the wooden house.
A narrow dirt road.
Both sides of the road are still full of flowers and plants.
"Do the people of Yaochi like flowers so much..."
"You can't eat when you're hungry."
For a person like Wang Ye, who has no understanding of amorous feelings, this kind of thing is completely worthless and a waste of time in his eyes.
After three minutes of walking along the dirt road, Wang Ye came to a forest.
The woods are not dense, but there are many weeds, so there is no problem for hiding people.
And the moment he entered the woods, the energy in Wang Ye's body was sealed again, stuck at the end of the half-king level.
"Will it limit energy?"
"In other words, it's useless no matter how strong you are."
“Encourage fair competition?”
"Could it be that Yaochi doesn't look at talent, but at temporary reactions and so on..."
Wang Ye felt his own state and shook his head.
Bells and whistles.
It seems fair, but in the illusion, the strength of the physical body can still be limited, but in the outside world, even if one's own energy and part of his mental power are sealed, he can rely on the strength of the physical body and his countless supernatural items. This group of people can compare.
This competition mode is similar to an online game before Yong Ye Qian. A group of people enter and then fight in a melee, and only one person survives.
The only difference is...
This is a simplified version, no need to run drugs, just go directly to the finals.
But equally...
It was like he had turned on a cheating device. Everyone had not yet parachuted, but he was already fully equipped and waiting for their arrival.
It was like...a massacre.
Wang Ye kept observing in the woods. Sure enough, there were three paths, the end of which was this woods.
Those who leave the illusion first can make preparations first.
Seal energy, and physical body.
This Yaochi seems to be fair everywhere, but it is unfair everywhere.
This actually made Wang Ye appreciate it very much.
In this way, Wang Ye dug a bunch of pits at the end of each passage and buried... about a few kilograms of bombs in each.
Although ghosts are not afraid of this thing, humans are.
Especially people who have sealed part of their energy.
If the bomb hits you suddenly, even if you don't die, you will still be disabled.
Wang Ye even doubted whether he still had a chance to take action.
After completing all the preparations, Wang Ye took out the miniature electromagnetic gun again and used it as a pillow. He lay leisurely in the center of the forest and waited quietly.
After all, the bombs were sold a little too much. If he got close and was affected, he would lose more than he gained.
…
As time goes by, several other illusions have almost come to an end.
The damned people are almost dead, and the people who have recovered their memories have almost found a way to leave.
In fact, it is not difficult to leave.
The difficulty is... how to recover the memory and realize that I am in an illusion.
Generally speaking, restoring memory is more than half successful.
But only the place where Wang Ye left was still very lively.
The whole village was almost filled with the smell of blood.
…
"Clang, clang, clang!"
A bald young man's expression was full of despair and he covered his ears: "Why, where did this bell come from!"
Soon, the bell rang again.
Suddenly, the young man felt that his body was full of itching, and he kept scratching his skin.
gradually...
The skin had been scratched by the young man, but he continued to scratch it as if he didn't notice it.
It's not just him.
The whole small temple, all the monks, are like this.
Vaguely, a dark figure could be seen standing stiffly in the middle of the temple, knocking on the broken bell.
Just an hour.
There were no living people in the entire temple, and it was filled with the smell of blood.
On the ground, there were corpses with ulcerated skin everywhere, their expressions were twisted and ferocious.
It's like purgatory on earth.
Soon, a boy who looked to be only about three years old crawled from a distance, biting and chewing on one of the corpses, and his mouth was covered with blood.
And his eyes were emitting a faint green light.
In this dark temple, with the corpses on the ground, it looks extremely scary.
