And Su Yang, walking in the blood-red valley, his feet were like nothing, his steps were light, and he came to the middle of the valley after a while.

Looking up, the mountains on both sides are red, the sky is red, like a bloody world in the depths, although there is no trace of danger, but in the heart, the feeling of depression is getting stronger and stronger.

"I don't know how long it will take to come to an end!"

Su Yang adjusted his breathing and stepped out again, and this time, his feet were like the wind, in his perception, in less than five minutes, he had already traveled more than ten kilometers.

It's just that from a distance, at the end of the blood-red patch, the little black dot is still far, far away.

"If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of this bloody valley for several years and decades......"

After a long time, Su Yang simply stopped.

When I looked up again, the blood-colored mountains on both sides were still towering into the sky, almost exactly the same angle as the one I saw when I looked up before.

Seeing this scene, Su Yang's whole person was not good.

"Nima, I've been in love for so long, but I've always been standing still......"

Su Yang's face sank, and when he galloped before, he clearly felt that he was moving forward.

But now that I look at it, I really only have to scold my mother.

However, in his impatience, he calmed down, and instead of moving forward, he sat down and fell into deep thought.

"The reason why I am sure that I am standing still is because my eyesight and soul are so much more than ordinary people, so that even in the blood-red world in the depths, I can still see the difference."

"And if someone else comes in, then most people will definitely not see a clue and will choose to keep moving forward."

"So, what I need to do now is how to see the surrounding scene more realistically, maybe I can perceive the difference, and get out of this deep valley!"

After thinking about it, Su Yang already had an idea.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and all his soul power suddenly dispersed.

In an instant, things within a kilometer of his surroundings suddenly disappeared from his mind.

"It turns out that the two peaks look exactly the same, but in fact, there is a difference......

Su Yang muttered, and then opened his eyes to look, but the two peaks became exactly the same again, they were all blood-colored, and there was no difference.

"Come again!"

Immediately after, Su Yang closed his eyes again.

About three minutes later, Su Yang slowly got up, showed a smile, first looked at the mountain peak on the left, and after staring at it for about a quarter of an hour, he turned around and looked at the mountain peak on the right for more than ten minutes.

"I see, these two peaks, like two reflectors, mirror each other, refracting light in the middle."

"And the color of the light is also blood red, yes, I didn't even notice it before."

"That is to say, between the two, it is like a mirror, how I walk, I will walk in the middle of the two mirrors, forming a mirror image, never shuttling in the mirror, appearing one by one the same me."

"It's just that out of all me, only one is real, and the rest are unreal."

Thinking about this layer clearly, Su Yang moved forward step by step, and when he walked out of the distance of just one hundred meters, he stopped, took out the blood blade, and threw it to the side.

Bite!

Half a second later, a crisp sound suddenly came from the mountain peak on the right, and then, the void in front of Su Yang began to twist in vain, and a long crack appeared.

And in this crack, he clearly saw another self, standing opposite, and behind him, the same, the two reflected each other, that is, every 100 meters there is a self, and every other one, there will be cracks.

"Sure enough."

Seeing this scene, Su Yang was immediately overjoyed, and threw the retracted blood blade to the left with a bang.

Bite!

Another soft sound spread, and then, I saw myself in front of me shattering inch by inch, and in a short time, Su Yang was no longer blood-red, but a dilapidated ancient road appeared.

This ancient road is like an ancient official road, but it is overgrown with weeds, and there is a post house not far away.

However, all the buildings of the post house have collapsed and decayed, but there is only a teahouse not far from the post house, but it is smoking and it seems that someone is cooking.

"Someone?"

Su Yang was surprised, but still walked towards the teahouse step by step.

"Guest, what do you ask?"

"A stack of peanuts, a pot of daughter red, and half a catty of beef."

"Okay!"

"Guest, go well, come often!"

"Wait a minute, the little one will come right away......"

Before Su Yang walked to the teahouse, he heard a lively bustling sound coming from inside, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going outside the teahouse.

But what made Su Yang's eyes widen was that these people, as long as they reached the dilapidated place, could disappear immediately, as if they had never existed in the first place.

"Awesome!"

With an exclamation, Su Yang took a deep breath of cold air, his combat power was running secretly, and he also walked towards the teahouse.

But what made him strange was that those passers-by seemed to be ignoring themselves, and even the shopkeeper was busy greeting other customers and didn't even look at himself.

"They can't see me!"

In just a few seconds, Su Yang confirmed a fact.

After turning around on the first floor, Su Yang found that these people were dressed like ancient officials, coarse linen clothes, and splendid sons, but there were no women.

"Judging from the clothes of these people, it should be the costumes of the Tang Dynasty in China, so in other words, here is the soul imprint of the great power who passed through the Tang Dynasty."

"In his soul imprint, such a scene that could have happened was recorded."

It was also when Su Yang came to this teahouse that an illusory figure appeared on the official road about 100 meters away from him.

The figure was waist-white, dressed in black, and carrying a young man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

It was Ling Xiaozi.

Ling Xiaozi was holding Liu Zhihui in one hand and touching his chin in the other, and his eyes saw that the teahouse where Su Yang went was also rotten, and there was no figure in sight.

It was also under his gaze that Su Yang walked up to the second floor.

There are very few people on the second floor of the tea house, and there are only three tables of people in total.

These three table people, dressed in gorgeous costumes, are all young people, playing with a sieve, and the laughter spreads throughout the teahouse, causing everyone downstairs to frown slightly, but no one dares to express half a word of dissatisfaction.

"These people should be the gentlemen at that time, right?"

Su Yang smiled, and when he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly felt a spirit, because in the position by the window, he saw an old man dressed in black with layers of wrinkles on his face.

"This, just now, there was no him on the second floor......"

Su Yang's eyes rolled a little, but he didn't think too much about it, anyway, everything here was a mirror, shook his head, and was about to turn around and go downstairs.

However, at this moment, the old man suddenly raised his eyes and saw that when Su Yang met his gaze, it was as if he had seen a dark starry sky and a deep sea, and he almost fell into it.

This change made Su Yang suddenly retreat in shock, but in a blink of an eye, the old man smiled slightly and pointed to the wooden bench opposite him.

"Come and sit!"

(End of chapter)