Chapter 153: I don't know what I want

Suddenly, blood flashed, and as far as the eye could see, in the entire Fu family's deserted mansion, red mangs were volleying in the sky, and countless strange-shaped runes appeared out of thin air.

Looking at its number, it is numerous and dense, like a surging river, swept in.

All of a sudden, those dense blood-colored runes suddenly flourished red, and after a moment, the barren mansion of the Fu family was shining with blood, like a red flame burning.

After a while, in the long dark night, the monstrous blood that burned turned into a rolling sea of red fire.

Such a scene makes the people who see it dazzled and trembled.

"Whew......"

At this time, the little black dragon seemed to sense some kind of danger approaching, and suddenly became manic.

Not only did it spew out its own origin soul mist in a hurry, protecting Wang Baoshan in dementia, but it also seemed to be very jealous of those blood-colored runes.

"Whew......"

After another dragon groan, it looked at the hole in the ground of the deserted house.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the hole, a foul smell of blood suddenly erupted.

It was an intolerable stench of corpses, and a faintly disgusting stench of decay, as if something unknown was hiding in the depths of the pit.

What the hell is it?

Could it be the carrion of the long-dead dead, or some other corrupt thing, or the long-haired, ghostly man?

For the sake of Wang Baoshan's safety, the little black dragon did not rush in to investigate, and remained vigilant at all times, watching the surrounding situation.

"Hehe......"

However, at this moment, bursts of laughter, from far and near, resounded.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like rotten wood rubbing, which made people listen to it, and they couldn't help but feel uneasy and their scalps tingle.

Seeing this, the little black dragon couldn't help but become more and more manic.

"Whew......"

It flew up and down, roaring and roaring, as if to warn against the strange and inexplicable laughter.

"Huh...... The little guy was quite noisy, and he actually broke the old man's illusion ecstasy...... Not bad...... Nice......"

However, under the hole, the already abrupt laughter suddenly turned into words of approval.

The person who spoke, like an old twilight man, had a heavy twilight in his tone.

"Phantom Ecstasy?"

When the little black dragon heard this, he immediately stopped howling and looked at the pit.

"Huh...... Such trivial skills are not enough to laugh at...... Now that you have broken the old man's ecstasy, you might as well take your master and come down to talk about it......"

As soon as these words fell, the blood-colored runes that were wandering around Wang Baoshan and the little black dragon also dimmed one after another, and they faintly retreated after a while.

The entire Fu family's deserted mansion suddenly restored its previous scene, and everything returned to the vast darkness.

And Wang Baoshan, who was in the black fog, also woke up leisurely at this time.

After the little black dragon outside the black fog noticed this, it immediately asked, "Childe, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I don't know what happened?"

After Wang Baoshan heard this, he looked at the surrounding scene again, and found that he was actually in a black fog, and he was full of surprise and puzzlement.

He didn't know what he had been through.

Could it really be that as the old man had said, he was trapped in a phantasmagined illusion and lost his consciousness?

He also heard some of the conversation between the old man and the little black dragon just now, and when he thought about it at this time, he was frightened and afraid.

In this world, there is such a phantom array, which can make the person who is trapped in it appear in a state of loss of soul and become another person.

Besides, when the little black dragon saw him, it seemed to have regained its previous vigor, and opened its mouth to withdraw its origin soul mist, flew down, and arrived in front of Wang Baoshan.

"Can Childe regain his consciousness?"

"Hmm...... What's going on with all this?"

In the face of his confusion, the little black dragon's explanation was quite simple.

It said that before, it had left Wang Baoshan and went to the deserted mansion, and when it was investigating the situation, it suddenly sensed a dangerous aura.

After considering that Wang Baoshan, who was left alone, was afraid that something might happen, the little black dragon turned around and returned, intending to discuss again.

But when it came back, it found Wang Baoshan lying in a dirty pile of rotten soil, unconscious.

Once it checked, it found that Wang Baoshan might have planted some kind of evil art, and he actually had symptoms of losing his soul.

Because of this, the little black dragon itself was a remnant of the soul body, and it cast a spell into Wang Baoshan's mind, trying to awaken his lost consciousness.

But after it entered, it found that Wang Baoshan's consciousness was already blurred, and no matter how it called, it was powerless.

As a last resort, the little black dragon had to take risks and went deep into Wang Baoshan's subconscious.

It was inside, and after lurking for a long time, it finally found a clue.

It wasn't until later that it also entered the illusion and turned into an old beggar begging for food, which successfully awakened Wang Baoshan.

After listening to Xiao Heilong's answer, Wang Baoshan finally figured out the cause and effect.

But in that illusion, many of the things that happened, even now, he is also full of excitement and ups and downs in retrospect.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that you, this kid, are also very blessed, and you actually sobered up so quickly?"

At this time, under the hole on the ground of the deserted house, the old voice of Fang Cai came out again.

This made Wang Baoshan, who had just woken up, couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it.

He was busier and asked, "Who is the senior, and why did you do this to me?"

"Hehe, the old man is the soul of the glossed poetry: Chen Wenlong......"

"What?"

When Wang Baoshan heard this, he was even more unconscious.

It turned out that under the pit, the old man who spoke was Chen Wenlong in the illusion.

But how can the title of the soul of the light poem be explained?

However, at this moment, an incomprehensible illusion flickered into Wang Baoshan's heart.

He only felt that something in his body, in some unknown corner, seemed to dissipate with it, and no trace was gone.

This discovery made him tremble all over, and in addition to secretly being frightened, he hurriedly looked inward, wanting to check the changes in his body, but found nothing, nothing.

But that illusion is extremely clear, not like a fake!

"Boy, don't look for it...... The old man has recovered the blood array mark in your body, which can be regarded as relieving your crisis......"

Chen Wenlong, who claimed to be the soul of the Gilt Poetry, seemed to know Wang Baoshan very well, and seemed to be aware of the confusion in his heart, and did not forget to remind him.

"Ahh

But when Wang Baoshan said this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, speechless, which made him really depressed.

He didn't know anything about this potential Chen Wenlong, and he didn't know what the other party had set up on him and made him lose his soul in an illusion.

Moreover, why did Chen Wenlong let Wang Baoshan encounter those unbearable past events in his own identity in that illusion?

Are those memories real or fake?

Perhaps, all the answers can only be explained by Chen Wenlong, himself.