Time passed bit by bit, and every second of the present was incomparably long, making Yun Ting feel like a year. The feeling when he was on the verge of death was probably like this, slow and dignified, so solemn that Yun Ting could easily feel the dense beads of sweat on his back sliding down his back, every second of greasy slippery, from warmth, to cold, this slow and fast process, Yun Ting felt it all.

He looked up at Zhang Jiao, his gaze was directly opposite Zhang Jiao, and he saw the latter's flat eyes and eyes without a trace of emotion. Yun Ting couldn't see anything, just as he couldn't see anything, and his heart suddenly came out, this is the fear of the unknown.

The greatest fear of human beings is not death, not everything negative, but the unknown, and the unknown is the greatest fear of human beings. Yun Ting is no longer a player with a system as a support, so he can't see Zhang Jiao's attitude towards himself from his favorability, so as to guess whether Zhang Jiao will kill him.

Just as one of the results he had foreseen when he set this plan, the worst one was for Zhang Jiao to kill himself, and all his efforts all this time became a bubble and came to naught. But Yun Ting had to gamble, and he hadn't gambled since he entered the game, and this was the only time. He knew that it was not easy to hide everything from Zhang Jiao, but he never thought of deceiving anything, no matter what he did, he couldn't deceive Zhang Jiao, so he simply let him see everything transparent!

Of course, the decision of all this is also in Zhang Jiao's hands.

"But I'm not dead yet! So I can ask you about your life and death. Zhang Jiao said.

Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a crackling sound in his palm, and non-stop electric sparks rushed out from between his fingers. And when his palm was up, Yun Ting clearly saw that there was an extra ball of electricity in Zhang Jiao's palm, a small round ball intertwined with thunder and lightning. Under his astonished gaze, the small ball of electricity gradually grew larger, until finally it became the size of a human head!

"So what kind of self-confidence is it that makes you infighting while I'm alive? Begin to fight for power and profit? Just think I don't exist? Do you think that no matter who of you kills or who survives, I won't kill you? I'm not dead yet! Zhang Jiao's voice rose sharply, like thunder in Yun Ting's ears, as if as long as his psychological quality was slightly poor, his heart would be broken. The thunderball in his palm slowly floated up, constantly spinning, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and looking at Zhang Jiao's appearance, it seemed that the next moment this thunderball would be thrown at the clouds, blasting it into charcoal scattered all over the ground!

"But if it's a human being, you'll die eventually, won't you?" Yun Ting replied calmly.

His eyes, as calm as his voice, met Zhang Jiao's eyes that seemed to be full of murderous intent, and Yun Ting stood, standing in the half-ruined council hall, with broken bricks and rubble under his feet. He stood extremely straight, his figure still straight, and he did not take half a step back under the gaze of Zhang Jiao for a long time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from a small distance in the center of his and Zhang Jiao's bodies, blowing up the sand and dust that filled their field of vision, making them unable to see each other. With a "snap", Zhang Jiao's hand slowly penetrated the layer of dust. Stretched out in front of Yun Ting, in the palm of his hand was the thunderball the size of a human head.

Close at hand, Yun Ting could clearly see the lightning flashing in the thunderball in front of his eyes, and every pore of his body seemed to be stimulated and made the hairs stand up.

"Smack". Zhang Jiao's hand squeezed lightly in front of Yun Ting, and the thunderball that could extinguish Yun Ting and completely destroy this council hall disappeared in the palm of his hand and turned into nothingness.

"Whew", Zhang Jiao's breathing was almost audible, and as he breathed, the sand and dust that permeated his and Yunting's vision dissipated, causing them to reappear in each other's field of vision.

The power on Zhang Jiao's body disappeared, and he returned to the state that made people look very comfortable before. is no longer a feared sage and good teacher, but like an uncle next door, kind and kind. It's just that Zhang Jiao looks even older now than before, and at this time he is more like an ordinary old man, rather than Zhang Jiao, who is known as the general of Tiangong, nor is he the great sage and good teacher who makes the Han court angry.

Zhang Jiao suddenly sighed, and a long sigh came out of the deepest part of his mouth, "Yes, people, they will die after all." ”

"I'm not a god, though I hate to admit it, but I'm a human being, a living human being, a mortal human being." Zhang Jiao suddenly smiled, but there was something in his smile that Yun Ting couldn't understand, as if it was sadness?

Yun Ting didn't know if he was wrong, but Zhang Jiao at this time made his heart full of bitterness. It's just that just like in his previous life, as in that history, Zhang Jiao couldn't live long, maybe from the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he was destined not to live long.

Is the times creating heroes? Or is it a hero who creates the momentum? Yun Ting didn't know which of the two was more important, but it was like what it implied. The times are always there, but in every epic, not always a hero.

"Among you players, you should know the future, right? My future, the future of the Yellow Turbans. Zhang Jiao asked.

"Yes." Yun Ting replied without hesitation.

"In the end, you died, and the Yellow Turban Army was also co-opted and strangled. This is the future, what I see, the future that all players know. ”

"Really?" Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly, but there was no surprise on his expression, as if he had known about this future, Yun Ting's answer.

"But I don't believe it." Zhang Jiao looked up, his gaze penetrated the roof, and seemed to see the vast sky outside the house.

"I don't believe it, this sky will not die, I don't believe it, the yellow sky will perish."

"But." He paused and looked at Yun Ting, "I'm going to die, I'm sure of that. Therefore, I am going to leave a spark for the Yellow Turbans. That's you. ”

"No matter what the future holds, no matter what happens to the Yellow Turbans, no matter if I die or not. Negative maniac, you can go and do what you are prepared to accomplish and go the way you want. And I know that our paths are actually different. You can be the tinder of the Yellow Turbans, or you can be yourself, I just hope that one day, you can continue to walk on the sand and soil that you have stepped on the road! ”

Zhang Jiao looked at Yun Ting and smiled faintly, his speech was extremely fast, but he spoke extremely clearly. Even if there was a moment of exhaustion and aging, at this time, it was as if everything was not there or hallucination.

He is still Zhang Jiao, the Mr. Yi Xuanling that Yun Ting knew at the beginning.

(End of chapter)

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