"Cultivating the joys and sorrows of love, our efforts are not simple, happiness is refined into tears, it is a kind of bravery, a fantasy a few years ago, forgiveness a few years later, to raise a wound for a face......"

As the singing of Lin Junjie's song echoed, individual female classmates collectively lost control, their tears were blurred, and they cried bitterly, while those boys drank spicy wine with gloomy expressions, bottle after bottle. It's like having constant sorrow, whether it's drinking or pain, it's just to numb yourself.

If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Jiang Chen and the others are silent, especially Wu Dajun and his girlfriend Yang Weiqin are extremely silent...... Everyone only knows how to drink, but during this time, a few girls came to confess to Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen politely refused.

Everything was as if everything was going according to the script that had been written, after the breakup was over. Jiang Chen went to Wu Dajun's house, where Wu Dajun's mother was killed by a killer and his father was seriously injured. Wu Dajun hugged his dead mother and wept bitterly. However, his father was only seriously injured and was not in danger of his life before being taken to the hospital.

"Little Wuzi! I'll help you find the murderer......" A look of sadness appeared on Jiang Chen's face, tears dripped down his cheeks, although he was not their biological parents, Jiang Chen had always treated them as his biological parents, and they also treated Jiang Chen as their own son.

It was precisely because of this promise that Jiang Chen resolutely went to the headquarters of his organization, the area of Vietnam.

However, before that, Jiang Chen went to his master's Xiao Se's tombstone and soon came to the tombstone.

Then, Jiang Chen still knelt motionless in front of the tombstone, and the cold tombstone blocked the distance between him and his master.

"Hehe, master, although I will fulfill your wish right away and still have the title of 'Scarlet Shura', I am not happy..... And I didn't even protect my dearest people, I'm useless! Ha ha! Jiang Chen was like a homeless child, crying as he spoke.

It wasn't until Jiang Chen's voice became hoarse that he got up.

Looking at this tombstone, Jiang Chen's eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes sober, and the glow fell on Jiang Chen and the tombstone through the clouds.

As the sun set, the shadows of Jiang Chen and the tombstone were stretched for a long time, and finally overlapped.

The roar of the breeze still resounded in his ears, Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes, there was no trace of confusion in his eyes, and muttered: "Dream, it's time to wake up!" ”

Summer is the season of life blooming, but Jiang Chen is facing a lonely grave......

The summer breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness to Jiang Chen, and Jiang Chen closed his eyes tightly. A sadness spread irrepressibly in his heart, a few tears dripped down the corners of his eyes, and his right hand gently touched the cold tombstone.

Jiang Chen was once again immersed in the good memories of the past, and it was not until the sunset gradually set the horizon that Jiang Chen opened his eyes, and there was no trace of confusion or sadness in his eyes.

The past can only be remembered, and people can only live in the present, not in the past, right?

"Master, I'm doing well now! I just don't know when I'll see it again..... Maybe...... Forever ....." Jiang Chen muttered softly, his eyes closed again.

In the past few days since Jiang Chen came to another world, he has seen the coexistence of wonderful and cruel worlds here. I don't know when I will be able to cultivate to a certain point before I can return to my hometown, a few hundred years or a few thousand years...... At that time, the earth was already inhuman, let alone a lonely tomb?

After a while, Jiang Chen's soul that had been stagnant also skyrocketed, his hometown was always a shackle to Jiang Chen, but he buried this shackle in the depths of his memory, and today, this shackle has been lifted.

Jiang Chen sighed lightly, opened his eyes again, and finally reluctantly glanced at the master's tombstone. At this moment, Jiang Chen's state of mind changed at this moment, and he really changed back to his previous state, and his cold eyes and heavy murderous aura were all permeated...... is no longer Jiang Chen after coming to another world, but the real Jiang Chen!

In an instant, Jiang Chen's entire temperament changed, which was the sublimation of his soul.

Knowing that it was an illusion, Jiang Chen was still immersed in the illusion, and then broke through from the illusion, not only for the improvement of his state of mind, but also for the memory of the good past.

Mirage Mountain, above the mountain peaks. There was a trace of strange energy flowing everywhere, especially a figure surrounded by this strange energy, as if it wanted to devour him. However, this figure still stood proudly on this peak, not moving.

In another part of the peak of Fantasy Mountain, a middle-aged man with a rather handsome face had a look of solemnity, and muttered softly, "That kid, why hasn't he woken up yet?" The illusion created has no effect on him, is it that he knows that it is an illusion, and would rather stay there forever? ”

Even this middle-aged man seemed helpless about this, and he was faintly worried about Jiang Chen.

This middle-aged man, his worries are not unreasonable. In the confines of this Ancient Immortal City, the most terrifying thing is not the labyrinthine road made of cliffs inside, but the only mountain in this forbidden area.

This mountain is called Fantasy Mountain, and it looks like an ordinary mountain, but in fact, the breath of the power of the earth in the mountain has mutated into a strange energy. These energies can outline the deepest memories and form illusions. Some illusions are gentle, and some are the past. Know that the past is an incomparable temptation for a person. In addition, unless you take the initiative to wake up, you will live in a fantasy for the rest of your life. Therefore, Jiang Chen still hasn't woken up, and no matter how high this middle-aged man's cultivation is, he can't do anything about it.

"As a person of the hidden dragon bloodline, this son should not disappoint me." The middle-aged man then chuckled lightly, stood with his hands in his hands, and quietly waited for the moment when Jiang Chen woke up.

A thin figure at the top of the Illusory Mountain gathered more and more strange energy around it, and its strange energy flowed as dense as water.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes again, the cold tombstone, the cool summer breeze gradually drifted away, and the picture in front of him rotated strangely again.

A pungent smell of blood wafted at the tip of Jiang Chen's nose, and the surrounding picture changed, Jiang Chen suddenly found himself standing in a street in Gongqing City, and there were countless corpses lying around him, the most surprising thing was that a figure appeared in front of his eyes, the person was stained with blood all over his body, and his whole body was filled with palpitating killing intent, and his clear eyes were also full of blood red.

What shocked Jiang Chen's heart was that next to the blood shadow lay several familiar figures, Wu Dajun, Xue Weiqin, Wu Dajun's father, and familiar classmates...... Countless people have died tragically at the hands of the man in front of them.