Chapter 147: Illusion (1)

Suddenly, the blood light was awe-inspiring, which made Wang Baoshan unexpected.

Those blood-colored rays, like silk, soon gathered more and more, and under the flying interweaving, weaving and evolving, a blood-red array gradually appeared.

And in that blood-red array, everywhere visible to the naked eye, there were all strange runes glowing red, they were complex and weird, densely packed, and their number was no less than ten million.

In this regard, Wang Baoshan is clearly visible, but he can't figure out what they are.

Just when he was dazed and didn't know what to do, the blood-colored light array suddenly spun rapidly.

I saw that on it, the runes were free, the red light was flourishing, and the speed at which it rotated became faster and faster, almost in the blink of an eye, and expanded its original coverage, enveloping the entire Fu family's deserted mansion in it.

Under the careless precautions at this time, Wang Baoshan was also caught in it, and those strange runes came to him, surrounding his entire body.

Those blood runes, strange and weird, evil and terrifying, the moment he touched the ground, he suddenly felt empty under his feet, and his entire body seemed to lose its center of gravity all of a sudden.

Suddenly, a sense of uncontrollable fall instantly hit his heart, which made him more and more frightened and frightened.

This feeling is still too light, and what makes Wang Baoshan feel even more frightened is that everything in front of him seems to have lost its original appearance and become strange in that moment.

At this moment, the countless blood runes, flying and fluctuating, like an illusory halo, filled his eyes, dazzling him, and even his thoughts began to be confused.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy sleepiness struck, causing Wang Baoshan's consciousness to gradually become blurred, and there was a blank intermission.

This kind of blank interval in consciousness, once it appeared, immediately made his mind chaotic, showing boundless blankness and illusion.

And at this moment, he only felt that he was like a lonely boat with no support, suddenly falling into the vast sea, allowing the wind and waves to impact and lap mercilessly......

Gradually, he lost his sense of disorientation, lost his visual image, until finally, he slowly lost himself, and suddenly, and was impregnated with an infinite darkness that impregnated all his perceptions.

And in the depths of that darkness, everywhere the eye could see, it was pitch black, and it seemed that everything had lost its original brilliance, except for darkness, it was still darkness.

Even time, it seems, pauses at this point.

At this moment, the voice disappeared completely, turning into a terrifying dead silence.

All that was left was the blackness of the darkness and the suffocating emptiness of the dead silence......

"Nine Winds ......"

I don't know how long later, in the darkness, a call suddenly sounded.

The call, as light as a trace, like a whispering dream, once heard, it awakened those ethereal and chaotic thoughts, as if in the vast darkness, suddenly resounded like a cry of hope.

"Who is Nine Winds?"

"My name is Chen Wenlong!"

"Hey, where is this...... How could I sleep on the street?"

......

With these self-talks, in the incoherent voice, a young man with an ordinary appearance opened his eyes.

However, when the consciousness of those perceptions returned and the mind began to clear up, the look reflected in the person's eyes was a chaotic color of confusion and trance.

At this time, he seemed to be a little confused about what was going on in his heart, and he was still at a loss for everything that was happening in front of him, and he didn't know what was going on?

It was late at night, and he was in a quiet street, lying under an eaves on the corner.

Looking at the things around him, a burst of familiar feelings came to his mind out of thin air, making scenes gradually flash in his mind, and some empty and vague memories also drifted back.

But these memories seem to belong to another stranger, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and there was a brief messy consciousness.

Who is this person?

Where is this place?

What the hell is going on?

Perhaps, everything is in that darkness, and there are unknown variables.

At the moment, regardless of the reason, let's just talk about the current situation of this person at this moment, and what is the bottom down.

Not only was his appearance mediocre and his expression dazed, but even his clothes were tattered and ragged without shame, and his emaciated figure and craggy skin and bones were all the more frightening.

Looking at his typical beggar appearance, this can't help but make people wonder, why is he so down?

As he said to himself, his name was Chen Wenlong, and he was now more than a young man, and he was one of the many petty officials in charge of clerical affairs in Pingshui City.

In his memory, after he was elected and transferred, he rented an old house in Beicheng District, the city, for daily living.

Unfortunately, half a year ago, he was reprimanded by the official in charge because of a mistake in writing the paperwork, and he was relieved of his official position.

Since he was a foreigner and had lived in the city for a long time, he had spent almost all the money he had when he bought a house.

What's more, after being dismissed and dismissed, he had no other financial resources, and his life was becoming more and more embarrassing.

There was really no way, so he had to dismiss the servants in the house, and sell all the horse frames and household furniture and utensils that traveled back and forth, and exchanged them all for silver.

In this way, after holding on for a while, all his money was quickly used up, and he finally became destitute and had no food and clothing.

The dignified former city official was so downcast that he sold his property, and he almost got along with those begging beggars, which really made his neighbors sigh.

Although he was poor, penniless, and had no money, he was unwilling to let go of it and sink into decay.

Besides, life has to go on, no matter how difficult it is, you have to think of a way to live hard!

Later, by chance, he heard that a large family in the neighborhood was giving porridge every day to the poor.

He was ruthless, put down his face, and joined the beggars who were waiting for the thin porridge with broken bowls.

Of course, it is difficult to eat enough to rely on the charity of others, but in order to survive, it is better to have a mouthful of gruel to drink, and you will not be starved to death on the streets.

Therefore, he can't take care of anything, everything is based on the premise of having a full stomach.