I struggled to restrain my thoughts, reaching for the temples with my hands to take them off and put an end to these half-clawed hallucinations.

"Mr. Long, don't move, you listen to that pipa song, which is the melody we are most familiar with." Sang Wanyu, who was already in a trap, suddenly grabbed my hand.

The sound of the pipa has long since stopped, and the only thing that remains in my ears is the echo of the melody.

"It's all an illusion, let's go." I say.

Sang Wanyu grabbed tighter: "It's not an illusion, I feel that I am getting closer and closer to my goal." ”

I didn't know how to comfort her, but I knew that the fat man was thinking nervously. Once he wakes up from his contemplation, it will be an earth-shattering blow.

"Let's go to the painting." Sang Wanyu said loudly.

I sighed softly, and no longer stood in my way, but naturally let her lead me, striding forward to the bottom of the mural.

Takagi was still kneeling, his eyes glazed over, and he didn't say a word, as if he had been sucked out of his soul by the mural.

Sang Wanyu let go of my hand, opened his arms, and threw himself forward, clinging to the mural.

I remember Ming Shuisleeve said that she had entered the rebounding pipa picture of Cave 112, and the situation was similar to now.

The only difference is that the murals in the Mogao Grottoes are genuine, while the mural wall provided by the fat man is a fake.

I stretched out my right hand and slowly stroked the grass and shrubs on the Emperor's Autumn Hunting Map. Even if it is a fake in front of me, I am very careful, because this is the rule cultivated by staying in Mogao Grottoes for a long time.

Where the fingertips touch, the blades of grass are slightly raised, and the trunks of shrubs are slightly more protruding than in other places, which is different from ordinary flat paintings, but similar to oil paintings.

In the Mogao Grottoes, I touched the murals intentionally or unintentionally, but this was not the case.

This is the only feeling I have, and I don't have an unusually big surprise like Takagi and Sanwanyu.

"Miss Sang, go back." I say.

She didn't respond, still clinging to the stone wall, in that motionless position.

I stretched out my hand to pull her, but I didn't expect her body to be so close to the stone wall that she couldn't pull at all.

The tip of the nose of the mulberry fish had already pressed against the mural, almost sinking into the stone wall. In that case, she seems to be trying to embed herself in the painting, to become the person in the painting.

"Miss Sang, that's enough, we can go back!" I clasped Sang Wanyu's shoulders with both hands and pulled her back stiffly.

"Let me go, let me in, go into that world...... What kind of world is that? The grass is green and the horses are strong, indulging in galloping, without any pressure and fear, everyone has found their place, played to their heart's content, and sang to their heart's content...... "Sang Wanyu struggled, broke free of my ten fingers several times, and tried his best to approach the stone wall.

In the midst of my busy schedule, I looked back at the fat man.

He was holding his arms and looking at me from afar.

"Let's put an end to this, if Your Excellency uses them as thunderers, now the goal has been achieved!" I yelled at the fat man.

"You can take off their glasses whenever you want. However, you have to be prepared for them to hate you for the rest of your life. The fat man laughed, spread his hands, and shrugged his shoulders continuously.

I took a deep breath, weighed the situation again, resolutely stretched out my right hand, and suddenly took off the glasses on the bridge of Sangwanyu's nose.

"Let me—" she called out half-loudly, and shut up abruptly.

The glasses were gone, and the hallucinations in her eyes, brain, and heart were gone, so there was no point in crying and struggling.

"It was all just an illusion just now, now it's okay, let's step back." I also took off my glasses, took Sang Wanyu's hand, and slowly retreated.

"Is that a hallucination? Why do I feel so real? It was as if that world once existed in my memory, and now the memory comes back to life, reminding me, inspiring me, guiding me there, to my own Elysium. You shouldn't take off my glasses, as long as you enter that world, you can throw away any skin,......" Sang Wanyu muttered.

I smiled bitterly: "Miss Sang, those are just illusions, illusions are unreachable mirages, no matter how beautiful they are, they are just a mirror." ”

There have been countless people in the world who have been obsessed with the beauty of mirages, and some of them have even sailed out to sea to find mirages where water and sky meet, and finally found nothing.

Sang Wanyu is not a bright water sleeve, and the mural of the fat man is not the "Rebound Pipa Picture" of Cave 112 of Mogao Grottoes, so even if you work ten times harder, Sang Wanyu will not be able to enter the painting.

"I believe that's absolutely true, and you say it's an illusion just because you can't see it. If it was an illusion, I would rather live alone in an illusion. When I was very young, my mother told me that I was a lost princess, and that one day I would return to the inner courtyard of the palace and find my original life. Now, I see there, I have to go in, I have to go back......" Sang Wanyu's emotions suddenly became excited.

"Look, what I'm saying is true, right? You think you're saving the world, but where is the world willing to accept your salvation? The reality is so harsh, once those people find a place to put their dreams together, how can they be willing to give up? According to me, let everything return to dust and dust, no one should interfere in anyone's private life, and let everything develop according to the principle of survival of the fittest in nature, don't pull out the seedlings to help them grow, let alone pretend to be smart, hehehehe......" The fat man shook his head and laughed.

In the face of this ridicule, I had nothing to say, but I didn't let go of Sang Wanyu's hand, but grabbed it tighter.

The Japanese are insidious and cunning, and I must not be moved by the other party's words and make a big mistake that cannot be replaced.

"Well, let's wait and see how Mr. Takagi pursues his dreams!" I said lightly.

It is clear that Takagi, who has not taken off his glasses all the time, is still immersed in hallucinations. When he kneels at the foot of the fresco, it is as if the baby has returned to its mother's body, taking refuge with all its heart, without the slightest defense.

I don't know what he saw, and I can't get a glimpse of what the fat man set up for Takagi on the murals and glasses, but I just think that with the consistent style of Japan's "heart-moon powerlessness", every time he goes out of the mountain, it will cause a new round of uproar on the rivers and lakes.

"Okay, let's wait for the time being, hehe, and see what wonderful things will happen?" The fat man smiled and clasped his hands, looking like he had nothing to do with himself and hung high.

"Well, how nice would it be if everything was true?" Sang Wanyu suddenly sighed.

I still held her hand, refusing to relax for a moment.

"Illusion is just illusion, how can you really say it?" I responded indifferently.

"But even if you get back there for a moment...... It's also good. Although a dream is a dream, the joy in the dream is unforgettable, as the Buddhists say, what is true and what is a dream? Take dreams as true, take truth as dreams, but what? Exchange a hundred years of pain for a night's pleasure, but what? Sang Wanyu whispered to herself, obviously thinking about the hallucination just now, although she was out of the hallucination, she ate the marrow and knew the taste, which was equivalent to falling into a deeper predicament.

Buddhist philosophies are unfathomable, and they are obviously used by Zen Buddhism to wake up the world, but it is easy for the world to be confused by the literal meaning, and become more and more confused and uneasy.

Like Sang Wanyu, who knows little about Zen Buddhism and only clung to the literal analysis, it has no positive meaning except for making him more confused.

"You follow me well, don't think nonsense, after leaving here, I will find a master to help you solve the contradiction in your thoughts." I say.

"Hehe, hehehehe...... Mr. Long's pity for the fragrance and jade is overflowing, so that people are envious and jealous, but the human heart is as deep as the sea, and after thinking about the end of the day, even if he finds all the masters of Dunhuang Zen Buddhism, how can he guarantee that he can cure other people's heart diseases? The fat man laughed again.

His smile is also a weapon, sometimes sharp, sometimes sleek, offensive and defensive, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, always rejecting me from thousands of miles away, unable to glimpse its true face.

"Let's take care of your people." I responded with a nonchalant smile.

"My people? I'm just a nobody under Mr. Kusanagi, and everyone is in Mr. Kusanagi's door, so what does their life or death have to do with me? The smile on the fat man's face grew brighter.

This time, within easy reach, and with me standing behind his side, and having been watching him with all my might, I finally caught a glimpse of his flaw—a very shallow curl on the back edge of his right ear, going up and down, about an inch long, as if the skin had been chapped and lifted slightly.

"It's not chapped, it's the mouth of a human skin mask." I'll make a judgment right away.

Just as the Golden Bell Jar, the Thirteen Taibao Henglian and other outer door hard skills must have a soft "cover door", any kind of human skin mask will have a "binding mouth", which is closed when wearing a mask, and starting from this when taking off the mask.

This kind of flaw is inevitable, even the "recreated human mask" created by the "No. 1 camouflage master" Jade Bone Demon on the rivers and lakes in the past cannot completely eliminate this drawback.

Then, the fat man is actually another person, and under the human skin mask is actually another face.

"Your Excellency is too modest, you just killed someone with a wave of your hand, you are just cold-blooded, and you are full of the demeanor of a big man. I venture to guess that you should be one of the four ninja leaders in the 'Heartmoon Directionless Faction', right? I said.

The fat man shrugged: "The four ninja teams? That's just rumors. In fact, Mr. Kusanagi has always pursued an indifferent and quiet mountain life, and he doesn't want to ask about the gossip of the rivers and lakes, so where did the four ninja teams come from? ”

Sang Wanyu interjected softly: "The four major forces of the Sword Shouzong, Ichisword-ryu, Tottori-dake, and Akagi-zo are the elite men and horses under the command of the 'Heart Moon Wuxiang Faction' Kusanagi clan, and their names are resounding all over the world, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?" ”

She is right, for nearly 30 years, Japan's Yamaguchi-gumi has claimed to be the No. 1 Jianghu society in his country, claiming to be on a par with the Italian mafia, boasting about himself and being extremely inflated, but in fact, as soon as the Yamaguchi-gumi leaves the country, they will be beaten by gangs from other countries and cannot hold their heads up.

The "No. 1 Japanese Society" that is truly recognized by the rivers and lakes is the Heartless Moon, and the black communities in Asia, America, Europe, and even more distant Africa have no second words about this conclusion.

Kenshozong is good at kendo, dignified and upright, is the face of the school, and its task is to contact and communicate with black and white, focusing on political theory.

Yidaoliu is good at knife skills, wide open and closed, and is the open-faced killer of the faction, responsible for dealing with all armed bloodshed.

Tottori is good at flying, infiltrating, assassinating, eavesdropping, and is in charge of all dark side affairs, which is the opposite of the task of the Kenmori sect, and everything that the kenmori sect is unwilling to do is completed by Tottori.

Akagi is good at firearms, explosives, *, and rarely appears in the rivers and lakes, but once it appears, there will be a sensational event around the world. According to legend, the unit has some kind of relationship with the Lei family of Perak Hall, and its firearm manufacturing technology is likely to steal the core technology of Perak Hall.

Whether the fat man admits it or not, the above four ninja units all exist, and their "glorious deeds" are all left in the database of the Japanese police circle.