dhibooks Chapter 21 Illusion
Chapter 21 Illusion
Since Jun Hanhua left, the flow of time seems to have slowed down.
Wen Zhe practices calligraphy and reading every day, and sits with his knees hugged in the sun in his spare time, recalling Hua Jun's soft voice and his warm attitude.
Zangshu Pavilion covers a large area and has a large collection of books.The first floor is full of collections of classics and histories, folk anecdotes, poems and songs.The entrance to the second floor is restricted, and only monks with a certain level of cultivation can enter.
At the beginning, I only read books because it was something that Mr. Han Luhua requested.Wen Zhe has only learned to read for a short time, and reading is really a bit strenuous, so he does his best because he doesn't want Mr. Hua to be disappointed.However, after Hua Jun left, reading has become a means for Wen Zhe to communicate with the outside world. He is not very old, so he is naturally curious and yearning for new things outside. Although he cannot travel thousands of miles now, he can read thousands of volumes Books have also become a pleasure.
He began to soak in the library for a long time.
On this day, as usual, he walked slowly in the library, passing rows of bookshelves, browsing the content he cared about.If it wasn't for the roll of bamboo slips that had been kicked to the ground, this move would have been no different from usual.
Wen Zhe looked at the roll of bamboo tube on the ground, and was slightly taken aback: He remembered that he had never been to this row of bookshelves, when did it fall to the ground?
Even though he thought so, he still squatted down to pick up the bamboo tube, turned his head inadvertently, and saw a pattern with strange posture and light strokes on the wall between two rows of bookshelves.
The pattern was engraved on the wall with traces thinner than a strand of hair. Although it was complicated and full of strange beauty, it was not noticeable.If it wasn't for Wen Zhe's good eyesight as a half-demon, he would have left this thing out.
Wen Zhe took a closer look and found that although the pattern was intricate, it was done in one go.He secretly clicked his tongue, and tried to make a virtual gesture in the air, and he really felt the delicacy and brilliance of the painter.
I don't know why, this was originally just a gloomy episode in an inconspicuous corner, but this pattern really attracted Wen Zhe's eyeballs, tightly grasping Wen Zhe's sight, not allowing him to leave.Naturally, Wen Zhe didn't know that white vines flashed across his chest, and the power hidden in his blood gradually awakened and spread, making him feel that the pattern was more intimate.
But after a stick of incense, Wen Zhe has changed from being slightly interested at the beginning to being very obsessed.Unknowingly, he stretched out his hand, pressed lightly on a corner of the pattern like a god, and with a tick of his finger, the lines of the whole pattern were changed by him.Immediately, a very thin brilliance left on every line, and a thick book was squeezed out from the wall, and landed in front of Wen Zhe with a snap.
Wen Zhe is like waking up from a dream.
He lowered his head to look at the dark brown cover of the book. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes swept over the cover, his whole body seemed to be pulled heavily by something. people.
This is a person he never wants to see again, Guanghua Second Young Master.
Wen Zhe suddenly found himself being bound by heavy ropes, hanging in the middle of the room.He was completely naked, and every inch of his body felt pain of varying shades.Guanghua Second Young Master casually fiddled with the charcoal fire in the basin with a soldering iron, raised his eyes and looked at Wen Zhe, as if measuring where it would be more appropriate to press the plum blossom.
Wen Zhe started to struggle in horror. He still remembered how the soldering iron was pressed under the luteal bone, and was moved in circles all the way to the tailbone with great interest. The smell of burnt flesh was accompanied by the blocked mouth. Crying out in pain, his vision was blurred by tears from the very beginning.
That circle of tattered flesh hung on his body, like a plum blossom ribbon attached to his body.Some fingers poked into the wound curiously and maliciously, smashed the flesh and blood, and felt every tremor of the suffering person deep into the muscles and bones.Cold sweat from the pain ran across the wound, becoming an unimaginable torture.There has always been only pain, no relief.
The experience in my memory coincided with the scene in front of me. The soldering iron was burnt red and shiny, and the plum blossoms were as gorgeous as fire.Guanghua Second Young Master raised his hand, admiring the weak struggle and dying tears of the wounded young man, with a sadistic smile twisted at the corner of his mouth.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but a voice softly rang in Wen Zhe's ear: "Kill him, use seal method, kill him..."
Wen Zhe's tied and hung hands formed a seal uncontrollably, and the rope that claimed to be able to restrain the third-grade monster was broken on the spot.There is a power that has never been felt in Wen Zhe's body, which is strange and familiar.
As if he knew what to do by nature, Wen Zhe naturally extended his hand to Guanghua Second Young Master.As soon as the upper finger print method changed, strange power surged out from the fingertips, blasting the person in front of him into thousands of pieces, and the dripping blood and flesh scattered all over the room, most of which were stuck on Wen Zhe's body and face, covered with sticky his naked body.
Warm blood spattered Wen Zhe's head and face, he raised his hand to wipe his face in a daze, and moved his hand away, his eyes were shockingly bright red.
He just... killed Guanghua Second Young Master?
Rationally understands what he has done, but it is still difficult to regain his true consciousness.Wen Zhe staggered and stood up, feeling dazed and empty, as if he had lost all contact with the whole world.
With a buzzing sound in his head, Wen Zhe's eyes went dark, and when he raised his eyes again, he was actually tied up in a cave, and if someone around him was digging every inch with a knife, the pain seemed to explode.
In the dimly lit cave, there was a damp, musty smell of water. When the temperature got used to the twilight of the cave, a figure approached from far away, with a frenzied and cruel expression. It was undoubtedly the disciple who had entered the magic way.
………………
Wen Zhe couldn't believe what he had just done.
The uncontrollable power in the body spewed out continuously, killing Guanghua Second Young Master for the first time, and killing the demonized disciple for the second time.
After he lost consciousness again from the scene of the bloody murder, he opened his eyes and faced the dying Mr. Han Luhua.
Rong Xuehuai lay on a boulder in a daze of consciousness, half of his body seemed to be cut alive, only scattered flesh and blood hung on the skeleton, and the blood meandered down from the stone, soaking a large area of land.Seeing this scene, Wen Zhe's eyes were about to burst, and he trembled uncontrollably. With trembling hands, he reached towards Hua Jun, but unexpectedly touched Hua Jun's cheek, which was cold.
Mr. Han Luhua opened his eyes with difficulty, and said to Wen Zhe who had burst into tears at some point: "Quickly... leave. Leave me alone."
Panting heavily, Wen Zhe stretched out his arms to hug Jun Hua, and put him on his body as lightly as possible: "I'll take you away...Mr. Hua... Please... Please... ..."
Wen Zhe himself didn't know what he wanted to beg him.His brain went blank when he saw Mr. Han Luhua, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, as if he had lost all the ability to think.He only knows that even if he dies, he must not let Huajun pass away!
Hua Jun twitched due to the severe pain, and weakly pushed Wen Zhe a few times.Just when Wen Zhe had just set up Hua Jun's uninjured half of his body, a chilling voice sounded from behind the two of them: "Where do you want to go?"
Wen Zhe turned his head hastily in fear, but saw the faces of Guanghua Second Young Master and Moxiu's disciple again!
"you……!!"
For a moment, Wen Zhe expected the uncontrollable power in his body to surge up again, so as to solve everything in front of him for him.However, the miracle did not happen.
There was only one voice that kept drilling into his ears like a magic voice: "Kill them, you can do it, you have learned that seal technique just now."
What?I have no idea!Wen Zhe took a step back in a daze. The biggest impression he had on the two scenes just now was the flying flesh and blood. The so-called printing method was not under his own control. He tried his best to recall it, but he couldn't remember it.
The Second Young Master Guanghua approached with a smirk, but instead of doing anything to Wen Zhe, he swung his arms round and slapped Rong Xuehuai hard!
If this slap caught Wen Zhe, Wen Zhe would only feel fear.However, if Jun Hanhua was beaten so humiliatingly, a wave of anger would go straight to Tianlinggai from the soles of his feet, wishing to pounce on him and bite the throat of Guanghua Second Young Master!
With a flash of the figure of the demon cultivator disciple, Rong Xuehuai was snatched from Wen Zhe's hands.Wen Zhe pounced on him indiscriminately, but was held up by Guanghua's second young master, pushed hard to the ground, and stomped on him.
The disciple looked at Wen Zhe, smiled playfully and cruelly, pressed Rong Xuehuai's shoulder with one hand, held Rong Xuehuai's intact arm with the other hand, and twisted it back hard!For a while, I only heard the muffled sound of broken bones and the painful panting that Hua Jun tried his best to suppress.
Wen Zhe trembled all over, desperately struggling on the soles of Guanghua Second Young Master's feet, and shouted loudly.The voice in my ears seemed to be getting louder, with a cold irony: "You are so weak, you can't do anything...you can't change anything..."
"no no--!!!"
Rong Xuehuai's pale face was already drenched in big drops of cold sweat. The disciple of the magic cultivator held Rong Xuehuai's limp arm, and grinned at Wen Zhe with a malicious smile. Amidst the sour tendons and bones tearing apart, one arm of Mr. Han Luhua was pulled out alive!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
All of Wen Zhe's rationality was completely broken, and at this moment, the seal method appeared in front of him like a divine help.Without hesitation, Wen Zhe imitated the unfamiliar-looking seal, guided the power of the blood in his body, and pressed down on Guanghua's second young master viciously.
This blow didn't directly smash people into pieces like the last two times, it just made Guanghua's second young master's intestines rotten, a big hole in his chest and abdomen, and he lost his ability to move.Wen Zhe didn't even look at Guanghua Second Young Master, who fell to the ground like a rag bag, got up and rushed towards the demon cultivator's disciple, and did what he did according to the law, knocking the disciple away.
Having dealt with the two major enemies, Wen Zhe turned his head to support Mr. Hua, but he felt that the residual warmth of Mr. Hua's body was fading away.He was terrified, and shook his hands to check Mr. Hua's breath, but got a very disappointing result.
"How...how could..."
"Because you're not strong enough, because you can't do anything." The voice haunted Wen Zhe with a playful smile: "Look, you can't change anything, you can't change..."
Wen Zhe's eyes went dark again, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the floor of the Library Pavilion, his whole body was drenched with sweat. It seems that Jun Hanhua is all imagined by him out of thin air.
And the heavy book on the ground less than half a step away from him was being spread out, Wen Zhe propped up his body, his eyes scanned the pages, but suddenly froze.
The page that was opened on the book was the seal technique that he had just learned in the illusion!
Wen Zhe quickly closed the book, and threw it aside like a hot potato, but the memory in the illusion came back like water, and the voice seemed to have magical power, and it was still playing back in his mind repeatedly.
"Because you are too weak to do anything..."
And the pale and dying Mr. Han Luhua...
By coincidence, Wen Zhe reached out and touched the book, and felt the call from the depths of his blood that made him very comfortable in the book.
Very slowly, he opened the book.