The sudden pause made Wang Yu lose his balance, and he couldn't help but stumble forward.

Wang Heng stepped sideways as if he had eyes behind him, and then stretched out a hand to support Wang Yu, who was about to fall.

Wang Yu came back to his senses and hurriedly straightened up and stood firmly: "Thank you." ”

Wang Heng didn't answer, didn't even look down at him, and kept looking ahead.

Seeing that he was standing firm, he let go of his hand and said softly with an indifferent face: "Look ahead." ”

Wang Yuying was overlooked, and then his breath was stagnant.

It was a Flesh Factory-like scene.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of bright red.

The visible stumps in some places made him understand that this was not a gentle place like a slaughterhouse.

Wang Yu felt that the blood in his whole body had coagulated, and a cold feeling poured out of his body, and he couldn't help retching.

I didn't spit out anything just because I hadn't eaten, but instead a bitter stream of water came up.

I couldn't help but kneel on the ground retching, my face flushed.

Wang Heng retracted his gaze looking ahead, and looked at Wang Yu, who was lying on the ground as if he was about to vomit out the bitter gall, and his heart did not fluctuate.

If anything, he had seen similar scenes three times, and no matter how well the trialists behaved, they would all react like this when they saw the purgatory-like scene in front of them.

It didn't take much time for Wang Yu to stand up tremblingly and look straight ahead.

Wang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Although there was still some trembling, the recovery was quite quick.

The most important thing is that I understand that I can't escape, and I am forcing myself to adapt to such a scene.

Wang Yu's body still trembled uncontrollably, but he forced himself to stand up.

"If you can't do it, then it's better to try to help others than to waste."

Wang Heng once told him so.

How can it help?

With those words full of deep cold, combined with the purgatory in front of him, he can naturally think of the natural result.

Become an experimenter.

Or become an experiment.

Keep your eyes open, breathe wide, and look at the scene in front of you with all your might.

Wang Yu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

There was no blood in the air.

If it was such an exposed, blood-spattered place, the bloody qi should be so thick that he could breathe.

But no.

He glanced around.

It is a cave-like place, and if you look back a few meters, you can see the sunlight outside the cave.

But...... There shouldn't be such a strong light for him to see the purgatory in front of him to the point of being exquisite.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head to look at Wang Heng: "This ...... Is it an illusion? ”

It wasn't unfounded fantasies, after all, he'd seen a lot of visions along the way.

Wang Heng smiled playfully and shook his hand.

Wang Yu turned his head to look.

Gone is the Purgatory of Flesh and Blood, replaced by a neat and orderly workshop.

Wang Yu could only think of the word "workshop" at the first time, which he had heard the teacher mention once.

Breathe a sigh of relief.

But I heard Wang Heng say softly: "That's not an illusion, it's just a projection of a certain place." ”

Wang Yu's breath stagnated, and then he said with difficulty: "That is to say, really, dead, so many people?" ”

"Actually, it's not too much, if you count carefully, you'll see that there are actually only seven people dead, but the technique is too inferior, so it looks bloody." Wang Heng's voice was calm, and he walked towards the workshop in front of him.

“…… Only? Wang Yu couldn't accept that seven lives were taken away with such an understatement.

Wang Heng looked back at him: "Do you think that now, seven lives are very valuable?" ”

Wang Yu was silent.

In the chaotic era when there was not enough to eat, the number of people who starved to death every day, froze to death, and died of disease is an unknown number of times.

Seven lives...... It's really not worth the money.

But it shouldn't be such a way to die, Wang Yu struggled in his heart.

"This is the work of a guy whose mind has been eroded by magic. The family, from the elderly to the children, was killed cleanly. Wang Heng paused, as if to leave some time for Wang Yu to react: "He is already wanted by everyone." ”

Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought that they would eventually have to get to this point.

"But," Wang Heng looked at him and smiled playfully: "The reason for wanting is not to kill people, but to not handle the tail well." ”

Wang Yu's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

"Killing people is commonplace for magicians, after all, the human body can replace many dispensable materials in this era of scarce resources."

Wang Yu had a vague feeling about this.

In the previous course, the analysis in many places was so in-depth that one can't help but imagine how many practices it took to reach such a result.

But I didn't think about it deeply.

"By the way," Wang Heng looked at Wang Yu, whose face was unpredictable, and continued: "That family of seven is his own family. ”

The king is like falling into an ice cave.

"After all," Wang Heng looked at him meaningfully, "the flesh and blood of blood relatives is the best material for magicians." ”

Wang Yu's face turned pale, and he felt his stomach tumble again.

Wang Heng turned his head away and stopped looking at him: "Well, although that guy is also considered a superb scum in a scumbag group like magicians, it can't be used as a reference for general common sense." ”

Wang Yu was silent, although he felt that the other party had scolded him as well...... But judging from that tone, Wang Heng may really agree with it.

Suddenly remembering his previous words, he cautiously asked, "What about ...... When you said before that you helped others, didn't you mean that I should be used as an experimental material? ”

Wang Heng couldn't help but glance back at him: "I didn't expect you to be so dedicated, if you want, I can fulfill your wishes." ”

"Heh, heh." Wang Yugan laughed twice: "No need, no need." ”

"Do me a favor, the shelves over there, the contents of the small bottles in the second row and the third row help me get them." Wang Heng turned his head and continued to work on the things in his hand, as he said.

"Uh-oh." Wang Yu nodded and walked over quickly.

The material shelves are neatly arranged, and some special places are carefully separated by partitions.

The instructions were very clear, so Wang Yu quickly found the vial that Wang Heng said, carefully picked it up and walked over.

In front of Wang Heng's eyes was a porcelain-white vessel with a clear cyan liquid inside.

"Open it, pour it in." The command continues.

Wang Yu uncorked the bottle, didn't think much about it, and poured it down directly along the edge.

Then I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

A pale severed finger slipped out of it and fell into the cyan solution.

Wang Heng looked at Wang Yu and said softly: "Although I didn't mean this, you don't think I'm just a good old man who can't use human materials, right?" ”

Wang Yu's hands trembled, and he didn't dare to look at Wang Heng, so he could only look down at the pale severed fingers soaked in cyan liquid.

It was only at this moment that he really had the real feeling that he was a real magician in front of him.

They don't care about ethics, they don't care about the eyes of others, they don't care about life or their dignity, they just pursue the truth.

Monsters.

"Don't kill people just because they don't have enough value, not because the magician is a good person." Wang Heng said softly: "Remember, life is not the most precious thing for magicians, especially other people's lives. ”

"Remembering the purpose, then choosing the path, as long as you can achieve the goal, whatever you can accept, this is the magician."

Wang Heng stopped talking, took out a porcelain-white jade bottle, and filled the severed finger and some cyan liquid.

"Gone." After roughly cleaning up the experimental table, Wang Heng said hello to Wang Yu and walked straight out.

Wang Yu followed him in silence.

……

It's been a week since I came down from the mountain.

Wang Yu didn't delve into what Wang Heng did, but just tried his best to absorb the magic knowledge that the teacher kept instilling for half a moment, never stopping to learn and think...... Beware of the famous swords and arrows.

If anything changes, it is that he will constantly ask Wang Heng with things he doesn't understand.

The other party never disappointed him, and answered them one by one, as if nothing could not be solved.

At some point, Wang Yu even felt that even the real magician teacher was inferior to the other party.

Observing Wang Heng, he gradually discovered that in addition to him, there were three other people surrounding Wang Heng with similar attitudes.

And Wang Heng seemed to be detached from this testing ground, watching them study hard and secretly intrigue for the final result.

All the struggles were subconsciously bypassed him, and he never refused the help of others.

Only then did Wang Yu realize that he was not the only one who noticed Wang Heng's specialness.

It's like ...... The same is true for another teacher.

……

How long is a year?

Wang Yu had a strange sense of separation, feeling that time had flown by, and on the other hand, it felt like a world away.

The extremely long and slow time seemed to cut the body, cutting everyone into a completely different appearance from the beginning.

Today is special.

Because yesterday after the class, the teacher told them that the trial was over.

The increasingly brutal struggle that drew closer to the end came to an abrupt end, and only seven remained.

Not all of them withdrew from the trial with death, but those who were alive also left a mark that will last a lifetime.

Everyone who is still holding on doesn't look like a normal person.

Each one of them is genuine.

Magician.

Thirty-one sent personnel to the trial ground at the same time.

This is true even for families that have announced their withdrawal halfway through.

The people who received the trial from their own family were surprised by the change, but they didn't ask much.

Wang Yu's family came from a person he had no impression of.

The two were silent, and they didn't even say hello, and the only communication was to nod to each other.

All of them looked grim, waiting for the final winner to be revealed.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, everyone gathered in the wide atrium of the trial ground.

After waiting for a long time, the main entrance of the trial ground, which had been closed for a whole year, opened, and an old man in a Taoist robe with a tall figure and strong spirit pushed the door in.

A small figure followed him.