Xu Zhefeng opened his eyes and saw a colorful streamer.

There was a trace of clarity in his body, and it was this existence that allowed him to get out of the soul magic set by Xiaobai and perceive the problem of the place he was in.

As for the origin of this trace of clarity, as Xiaobai said, it is indeed very peculiar.

Spiritualism is such a thing, the more people who have a lower level of cultivation than the caster, the easier it is to be contained. In the same way, it is becoming more and more difficult to break free.

This feeling is like a hunting net. The higher the caster's cultivation level, the stronger and stronger the net will be, and the higher the hit rate, so if you want to break free or avoid the intrusion of this net, you must at least reach the same level of cultivation as the caster.

This is embodied in the human body, which is the clarity that emanates from the consciousness.

The spiritual platform is quiet, so as to avoid the interference of mundane things. It's just a pity that even cultivators, most of them are just ordinary people, even if they cultivate a higher level and meditate for a long time to calm down more easily, but people are human after all, and they will be charmed when they are alive.

People with souls may be subject to the potential conditions of soul dementoring, something that even cultivators can hardly break free, let alone ordinary people like Xu Zhefeng.

Xiao Bai couldn't explain how this trace of clarity of Xu Zhefeng's Lingtai existed under the shroud of his own soul dementorship.

Moreover, looking at his previous appearance, he has obviously been tricked, why can he get out of it now? This odds are too small and too small.

As Xiaobai said before, what it creates is a place full of security and belonging, how can anyone want to break free from that kind of place?

If it's a cultivator, that's it. They may have seen the problem from some details, but Xu Zhefeng, he is an ordinary person. It's impossible to see any flaws in the aura fluctuations, so why do you want to try to break free?

Xiaobai didn't understand, it just knew that Xu Zhefeng's thoughts had begun to surge now, and if he didn't withdraw the soul dementorship in time, Xu Zhefeng would face a very dangerous predicament. Once not handled well. Maybe he won't die just like this, and the divine consciousness in his body that is not protected by aura will also be destroyed.

When the time comes...... Xu Zhefeng can only be a fool.

"It will take a while for me to withdraw the Spiritualists. It can't be too fast! He wants to rush hard now, what should he do! Xiaobai spun around anxiously.

"Don't panic, you slowly withdraw the spell first. Also, your dementorship still doesn't work. Can you withdraw it on the side. While ordering him not to struggle? Xie Xiaoman looked at Xu Zhefeng's frowning brows, and couldn't help but feel nervous.

I originally wanted to help him, but if it was self-defeating and made him a fool, how should I deal with it?

"I'll try, but it won't work!" Xiaobai bit his lip, his wide sleeves fluttered, and his hands made a magic seal. Something was whispered, and a light that only a cultivator could see revealed.

This light shrouded Xu Zhefeng's whole body. What Xiaobai is doing now is to slowly withdraw this light into his body.

The so-called soul dementorship, if viewed from the perspective of the essence of aura, is actually a kind of illusion shrouded in aura.

As long as the aura is enveloped in it, all the senses of the person in it are enveloped, and what can be seen, heard, and felt depends on the mind of the caster.

If this aura is withdrawn, this illusion will naturally be broken.

What Xiaobai is doing now is such a thing.

It gritted its teeth and withdrew its aura as quickly as possible, while using as much dementorship as possible to appease Xu Zhefeng, so as not to force him into these aura.

Xie Xiaoman was also worried, because she knew that the so-called thoughts were just momentary things.

If Xu Zhefeng really had this idea, Xiaobai couldn't stop it at all.

Xiaobai was a little nervous, and his peerless face was a little deformed because of this, but it was still amazingly beautiful.

Xie Xiaoman kept staring at the two of them, and at this time there was nothing to do but wait, so he could only stand by and tremble, but he was terrified together.

As for Xu Zhefeng, he didn't know what he was facing.

He didn't even make any movements, just looked at everything in front of him, felt everything around him, and felt that something was wrong.

It's so wrong.

Where is this? Where are you? Who are you facing?

What is this feeling that wraps around you? What is this reassuring, comforting feeling?

Since he was a child, he has experienced many things, starvation, ice and snow, this is his daily routine. Being beaten by his father at home and fighting with others outside is what he faces every day.

The mother was beaten again, and he had no way to protect her, so he could only watch. There was a voice roaring in my heart, crouching in the corner like a wolf cub, staring at my father's face, repeating that fantasy in my head over and over again.

A knife was stabbed in his chest.

Simply put, blood is wanton, it is liberation.

It's his life.

That's his life.

What are these things of tranquility and comfort?

He hadn't felt it, so he was puzzled.

He was puzzled, so a clear stream from the Lingtai slowly flowed through his body.

Xu Zhefeng found that he could move, unlike Fang Cai, everything was like a dream, a deep dream, the person in the dream was obviously himself, but he was not under his control.

But now it's different.

He looked up at the sky, and it was pink, which was strange, he had never seen a sky like this.

He looked down at the ground, which was blue, which was all the more strange.

The air is scented with flowers, the sun in the sky is square, the lawn is purple, and the house is round.

Xu Zhefeng felt very puzzled, and became more and more confused.

So he stretched out his hand and put it in front of his eyes.

Only then did he realize that his hand was not his own.

It was a pair of hands he had never seen before, they were too beautiful and too slender. It's perfect. Perfect never seems to have done dirty work, never killed anyone.

But he had killed, and blood had flowed from those hands. That warm and salty feeling was something he would never forget.

So Xu Zhefeng became more and more puzzled, and he began to recall the appearance of his hands.

He remembered it carefully, so it didn't take long for the hands in front of him to begin to change, changing into his original appearance.

Xu Zhefeng looked at these familiar hands and his own hands, and felt very satisfied.

Then he began to doubt. If these hands are not their own, then is the face now their own?

He reached out and touched it. Couldn't figure anything out.

He saw a green river beside him, so he stepped forward and squatted down.

The river is completely green, reflecting dazzling light. But there are no fish.

Xu Zhefeng took a closer look. Stretching out his hand and holding out some, he realized that the river water looked like a green liquid, but after touching his hand, it turned into thousands of emerald green leaves.

Countless tiny leaves fell from between the fingers, as if dripping.

He leaned forward and saw his face reflected in the leaves.

It wasn't really his face, and he began to reminisce again. Remember what you should be.

He thought very carefully, very carefully. So, his face also began to change slowly.

A voice blew from the wind.

No, it's not that way. It's the phrase, the wind, and the two are fused together.

The wind was red, so when Xu Zhefeng heard the sound of the wind, his ears were blown red.

"Enjoy." The wind said.

It was just a few simple words, but it was like a spring breeze and rain, starting from the skin that touched this sentence, and spreading to all parts of his body.

The red color of his ears began to grow like crazy, spreading to his face, neck, shoulders, and gradually began to tend to his whole body, as if it was about to consume him completely.

Xu Zhefeng looked at his completely red hand, and once again felt a strange sense of warmth, that feeling of security, which was indeed very enjoyable.

Enjoyed it.

It's just that I feel like I shouldn't enjoy it.

I don't deserve it.

People like him.

He is like this, a man whose hands are covered in blood.

The death of his father was a relief for Xu Zhefeng, and at the same time a nightmare for him.

He had never told anyone that he would have the same dream every night after killing his father. In the dream, he killed the man who gave birth to himself over and over again, never stopping.

There is not a trace of touch, there is not a trace of blood, it is forever engraved in his soul, and he will never forget it.

He didn't know how he was going to face it, and he didn't know how he was going to escape this nightmare.

But after more than ten years, he began to get used to this feeling.

Xu Zhefeng, what do you think you are?

No matter how much you grow up, become a soldier of the government, and have a relationship with a cultivator, you are just the child trembling in the corner after all, and you are just the one who raised the blade in his hand and killed his father with his own hands.

How can a person like you have peace? How can there be a belonging?

This is the reason why he has a trace of clarity in the world shrouded in spiritualism, and it is also what he is now looking at his hands that have been dyed red by the wind, and they are sounding again.

So he looked up at the pink sky with a blank expression.

The heartbeat was like a drum, and Xu Zhefeng could feel its faster and faster rhythm.

He began to recall the color of the sky, the color of the land, the sun and the river.

He felt everything around him begin to change, and at the same time, a pressure that twisted and deformed everything began to surging towards him.

The world began to crumble, and the scene in front of me began to distort and turn into a spiral.

He lowered his head and watched as his body was twisted into a twist.

The pain began to clear, and he felt a tightness in his chest, so he opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.

The fishy sweet taste, the feeling of pain, these were the things he was familiar with.

It excites him and makes him feel refreshed, so he opens his eyes.

This time, he saw darkness.

In the darkness, there was a fluttering flame, tiny and shivering.

But after all, there is. (To be continued......)