"What's more, even if you were hit by an illusion, why didn't you take action instead of running away?"
Huang Cheng said anxiously: "I saw you guys leaving, so I caught up with you. Two of the same people appeared in the place before, one selling rice and the other selling glutinous rice. I was scared and wanted to meet you first. Who knew the one in front was Dolls, follow behind!"
"Fart, that's nonsense. It seems like you even made up this nonsense story to save your life. How can the enemy still control your hands and feet!" 33
Seeing what Huang Cheng was about to say, another person interrupted: "Who do you think you are, and why did the other party only attack you?"
As soon as the words came to his mouth, he was pushed back. Yes, he is not an important person and his martial arts is not high. Why did he attack him?
Killing an ordinary sect member is insignificant to the entire Purgatory Sect, but it still scares the enemy. Why?
Huang Cheng couldn't think of it, and neither could the people in purple and black.
Phew!
A column of blood spurted out, and the knife stabbed Huang Cheng deeply in the heart.
"W-why?"
Before he could decide whether Huang Cheng was a traitor or not, his fellow disciples killed him, but he couldn't figure it out.
"Why did you kill him?"
"Shouldn't traitors be killed?"
"Even if he is a traitor, he still needs to be dealt with by the master of the sect. He can just destroy his martial arts and take him back. When will it be your turn to make the decision?"
"No, I was just angry for a moment. This boy dared to betray our Purgatory Gate. I couldn't help it!"
"Hmph, I think you have ulterior motives!"
"What did you say?"
"Huang Cheng said it's possible that he was hit by illusions. Illusions are all kinds of weird. He was controlled by illusions. Why didn't he attack us? If we were replaced by the puppets he said, wouldn't it be killing each other? Why run away? Are you so anxious? If you kill him, will you be the traitor, murdering someone to clear yourself of suspicion?"
As soon as these words came out, several people around him immediately moved away from the man in purple and black clothes who attacked, and at the same time secretly prepared to kill him immediately if the opponent made a move.
"Hmph, what evidence do you have for saying that? What have I done? Huang Cheng does something unusual. Regardless of whether he is a traitor or not, there is always suspicion. How can I clear the suspicion by killing him! What suspicion? Do you want to make a meritorious deed and deliberately frame me? "
"Proof, just because you killed Huang Cheng indiscriminately, that's proof!"
Seeing that the two people were about to take action, one of the men in purple and black said: "Whether Huang Cheng is a traitor or not, we will leave it to the master or Tingwei to deal with when we return to the Purgatory Gate. If anyone still stirs up trouble now, he is a traitor!"
"So good!"
Everyone agreed to this proposal.
"Then now??"
"Don't be in a hurry to collect your things. If something happens, go back quickly. If Huang Cheng is not a traitor, it means that the enemy has sneaked into the surrounding area. We need to report it as soon as possible!"
"good!"
More than a dozen people were preparing to return to Purgatory City, but they had just been running for an hour and were already far away. Their physical strength was extremely exhausted and it was impossible to reach the previous speed, so they could only walk back slowly.
It's cold in the mountains, and it's even colder in winter. A dozen people are running towards us. The heat is so hot that they can't feel the chill. However, it calms down when we return. The cold wind blows, like a steel knife scraping bones, hitting everyone one after another. On the body.
"Phew, it's so cold!"
Mao Bing felt the cold air entering his body and felt very uncomfortable. However, his feet were sore and weak at this time. He could not do any major movements. He could only rely on the rapid circulation of Qi and blood to generate heat in the body. As he walked, he suddenly saw that the people in front of him disappeared. Although it was sunny, the surrounding area was blurred like snow, making it difficult to see the distance clearly.
"Oops, it's really an illusion!"
Only then did Mao Bing realize that what Huang Cheng said was true, and the enemy had taken action against him.
If only I had believed him just now, everyone would explore the surroundings together, maybe they could find traces of the enemy.
What should we do now?
Mao Bing felt extremely dangerous. Like Huang Cheng, he first thought of meeting the people in front. It was too dangerous for him to face the illusion.
Chase?
Mao Bing didn't dare. Huang Cheng was suspected just because he was running wildly, and the person walking in front now may not be one of his own, but most likely some kind of puppet.
Calm down, must be calm.
Mao Bing forced himself to stay calm. If he was surrounded by his own people, the opponent might not dare to take action, because once the enemy takes action, he may not be able to control the illusion stably, and if he is not careful, he may find a chance to return to reality.
It's definitely not possible to chase. Should I follow along or look behind me?
Mao Bing turned his neck secretly and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. He was almost frightened to death when a dozen dolls suddenly appeared behind him, walking forward at the same speed as him.
Mao Bing was still cold just now, but his body suddenly became hot. He was sweating all over and was extremely nervous.
Could it be that the people behind are our own people, and who are the people in front?
Huang Cheng said just now that the person chasing is a doll, and behind him are real people. Is it the other way around now? The person is chasing a doll, and in front are normal people.
people? So who is the person in front?
Companions or enemies?
Should we pursue or not?
Don’t chase!
Regardless of whether he is from the same sect or not, he is controlled by illusion and his actions cannot be trusted at all. Even if he is good, outsiders will think he is wrong and will regard him as a traitor.
Who among those people just now truly believed that Huang Cheng was a traitor?
Everyone wants to take credit or clear away suspicion?
Is there really a traitor hidden among these people?
After much thought, Mao Bing decided to face this illusion alone. Since his fellow disciples couldn't believe it, why bother?
It's impossible to kill the enemy. How to fight if you don't even know where the enemy is?
The first thing to do now is to escape back to the Purgatory Gate alive.
How to escape?
It was definitely not an illusion when they chased them. In other words, the opponent may have been running with them for an hour. Even if they have enough energy and blood, their physical strength must have been severely consumed. At this time, whoever has stronger endurance will win, and whoever is behind them will win. Regardless, if you choose another direction, it is impossible for the enemy to take into account the entire world.
"Okay, get ready!"
Although Mao Bing is not very strong in energy and blood, he is born with extremely strong endurance. When most people use 90% of their strength, he still has three points left.
boom!
Stomping on the ground with both feet, Mao Bing ran towards a main road. If they left Purgatory City for a long time, they would definitely attract investigations from powerful officials. Although the current situation is special and the period of weakness is approaching, more than a dozen disciples are missing. It is impossible. If you don't care about it, as long as you meet a powerful official and rely on entering the subtle realm to gather energy, you can naturally eliminate the illusion and find the enemy.
Bang!
As soon as Mao Bing took a few steps, he bumped into the rock wall. Stars suddenly appeared in his eyes, his head was dizzy, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"What's this?"
He withstood his own strength, but fortunately it was not full force. Obviously the enemy was not afraid of his sudden use of force, and the illusion had completely trapped him.
Mao Bing calmed down for a while, then stood up and looked around. He was surrounded by four walls. He couldn't see his head upward, and below was ordinary dirt.
Mao Bing touched the wall with his hand. The texture was clearly engraved on it, with horizontal and vertical lines extending staggered and irregularly. It was neither very hard nor too soft.
Stronger than iron, weaker than steel.
Mao Bing punched a few times, and the wall was punched with several deep holes, but the texture could still be seen from the cracks, as if there was still a wall behind the wall.
One layer upon another.
Is this also an illusion?
The whole world has changed, and you can't even see the sun. Where does the light come from here?
Are these walls illusory?
But being blocked by a wall just now means that the illusion has changed reality. In other words, these walls have the same effect as those summoned from the spiritual realm, which is to trap me here.
Why are you trapping me?
Some people died, but not completely...
