Continuing from the book, I killed the leader of the Tiger Destroyers and incorporated a group of Tiger Destroyers. When I received the adventure quest [Hermit's Death], I glanced at the quest information:

[Mission Name]: Hermit's Death

[Mission Type]: Adventure

[Quality]: Inferno (Orange)

[Description]: You carefully examine the corpse of another leader of the Tiger Exorcists, and find a strange spell hanging from your neck, as if a voice is guiding you: Only by going to the Hermit Gang alone can you find out the truth behind everything. Remember to take that evil skull with you, maybe it's an important token. Remember to be secretive!

[Quest Reward]: Unknown

Unexpectedly, by mistake, an orange mission was triggered! "If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future", I proved this with facts. Although the task does not indicate the reward content, you must know that killing the leader of the Tiger Exorcist can only be regarded as a prelude to this task at most, and an orange weapon like [Tiger God Fork] has already been exploded, if you can really complete [Hermit's Death]... The magnitude of the task is bound to be beyond imagination. The mission description specifically emphasizes the need to go alone in secret, and it seems that the difficulty of completing it must be proportional to the reward. I calculated in my heart: if the mission can be completed, the reward I get will definitely make me one of the top 10 characters in the Three Kingdoms world; If I fail, I will have the most [Iron Liner], and I can always do it when I come back alive, and it is not a pity to use the Liner for this kind of task. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated at the moment, and said to the other four: "Brothers, I will act alone for a day, you will first take the tiger exorcist team back to Nanyang City to set up defenses, and prepare to defend the Yellow Turban Army." I'll try to get back before then! Xuanji nodded, and replied with some worry in his eyes: "Be careful, we are waiting for you in Nanyang City." I stopped talking, waved my hand, straddled my horse and kicked, and headed for the place where the mission was directed, the [Hermit Hill].

I followed the guidance all the way, and I don't know how long I walked. Suddenly a bamboo forest appeared, separated from me by a shallow stream, and I rode across the stream and walked into the forest. At the end of the bamboo forest is a verdant mountain, and there is a small gorge on the side of the mountain, and there is a faint light shining through. Because of the guidance of the task, I did not hesitate to dismount and enter the small gorge. At first the gorge was so narrow that I had to bow my head and bow my head to pass through. After walking straight for a while, the mouth of the gorge suddenly opened up: I saw a flat area, a few tiled houses, and nothing else. I thought to myself: this is a good place to retreat, and this hermit is very good at picking places. At this time, a voice full of vicissitudes came from the house: "Isn't it pleasant to have a guest from afar?" The old man is unable to move, and he asks the guests to push the door in! I was not at all surprised that a master from outside the world could find an intrusion from an outsider, so I replied, "In Xia Shi, this is better than obeying fate!" With that, he walked towards the tiled house.

Standing at the mouth of the valley just now, the cool breeze is gentle and the air is fresh; But for some reason, the closer I got to the tiled house, the more difficult it was to breathe, as if the air around the house was still, not only was there no wind, but it was also terrifyingly quiet. I endured the annoyance and uneasiness in my heart, and reached for the door, but before my hand could touch the door, the door had already opened... Somewhat embarrassed, I withdrew my hand and stepped through the door.

The space inside the house was much larger than I expected, and the furnishings were shabby, not worth mentioning. One of the middle was lying casually, and when he saw me come in, he propped his head with one hand and laid it flat on his side with the other. When I looked at his face, I felt a little disdainful: he was a hermit, his beard was clumped, his hair was disheveled, and his face was so dirty that I couldn't even see his facial features. The hermit seemed to have insight into what I was thinking, and said with a hollow smile: "Children don't have to be restrained, my dress is unkempt, and it makes you feel uncomfortable, it's my rudeness, no wonder." When I heard him say this, my heart felt very good for him: it is not difficult for a person to recognize others, but it is difficult to recognize oneself in the eyes of others, and this hermit must be extremely high in order to say what he just said. At this point, I also said calmly: "Hermit is not strange, he is too superficial and cannot see through the appearance at a glance. Your words woke up the dreamer, and admired it so much. "When the hermit heard me, there was no wave on his face, neither joy nor sorrow, and I stood still, a little bewildered. After a long while, the hermit finally said in his hollow voice, "Little friend, let me tell you a story first, if you are interested in listening to it." I hurriedly bowed and said, "Old man, please speak, listen to me." ”

The hermit sat up, stroked his beard, and said, "I was here a long time ago. There used to be many people living here, including my apprentices, my family, my friends, chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, cats and dogs. At that time, it was like a small isolated world, and every day I would teach my disciples what I had learned all my life, and in my spare time I would lie down and think about life. Sometimes the topic of life can't stand scrutiny, and after thinking about it for a long time, I actually go a little crazy. Because I found that I couldn't answer even the simplest question: Where did I come from? Why am I alive? What is my life's pursuit? Asked countless times, but there was no answer. ”

At this, the hermit closed his eyes vigorously, as if he was still trying to find an answer. I didn't interrupt him either, waiting for him to continue.

He sighed and continued: "Later, I found out the truth, it turns out that most of the people in this village are fake. They do the same things every day, say the same things, and even their expressions don't change. This discovery is like a poisonous secret: ridiculous, terrifying, and drives you crazy, but you can't keep it out of your voice, because you simply don't know which is true and which is false. ”

When the hermit said this, I also felt the hairs on my body stand on end, and I couldn't help but think of the movie "Truman's World"!

Without thinking too much about it, the hermit continued: "One day, I could not resist telling my closest disciple about it. He didn't believe it at first, then he froze, then he broke down and cried, and then he ran out of the village and didn't return overnight. When I came back the next morning, I knew something was wrong at the first sight of his expression, but I never expected things to be so bad. He returned to his home and drove the tiger to kill the whole family!! Everyone in the village was terrified, and I hurriedly called him to him and angrily rebuked him, but he said that all the people in the house were fakes, and it was no big deal. I asked him how he could tell the real from the fake before he killed. He replied disdainfully to a sentence that has tormented me until now. Hahaha~~~"