"Nanyue Martial King?" I screamed.

King Wu moved, raising his head slightly.

He looked at me and lowered his head again.

He looked like he was resigned to his fate.

"Why are you tied up here?" I asked, confused.

However, King Wu never answered me again. He kept his head down and didn't move.

At this time, the clouds in the distance gradually approached, and soon spread all around me.

As the clouds approached, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

Then I saw a scene in the clouds.

Corpses all over the ground.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

They were all killed with sharp weapons, or with severed hands and feet, or with different heads.

Some people are not completely rotten, and some have turned into a pile of white bones.

In some cases, the blood on the corpse has not even coagulated.

The bodies all lost their right ears.

I know that they are supposed to be the ones who died in battle.

The right ear, cut off by the enemy.

The enemy takes their ears with them, reports military merits, and gets promoted and riches.

And King Wu and I, kneeling and standing, were in the middle of this corpse.

Woowoo......

A gust of wind blew, blowing over the hills, through the dry grass, and on the corpses, like unwilling ghosts crying.

Suddenly, one of the corpses moved, followed by more corpses.

The dead people all over the mountains seemed to come to life in an instant.

But when they came back to life, they still looked like dead people.

I watched with horror.

"Kill him." A dead man looked up at me with red eyes.

"Kill him." More dead people let out muffled roars.

I shuddered and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The dead men suddenly laughed.

The eerie laughter that filled the mountains made my scalp tingle.

Then, there were ethereal sounds around him, as if thousands of people were in a dream.

"We don't have a name, we're just a pile of bones, and we don't even deserve a name."

"He made meritorious contributions to the country and became the martial king of South Vietnam. Didn't you step on our corpses? ”

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished."

"It is a capital crime to kill one man, but it is a king to kill thousands of people."

"Doesn't he deserve to die? The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, the dead man is the most fair, he should pay for one life. ”

"Physiognomy Feng Shui, help us, eliminate violence and peace, and kill this person."

The sound went straight into my head, and I was horrified to hear it.

Do you want to kill the warrior king of Nanyue and avenge these corpses?

Kill him, and I'll be able to get out of the illusion? Isn't that too simple?

Suddenly, I noticed the nearest corpse, his face was a little familiar, as if I had seen it not long ago.

Then I was surprised to find that if the blood on his face was scrubbed clean, wouldn't he be the appearance of the Martial King of Nanyue?

Later, I found out that another corpse also resembled the martial king of Nanyue.

As the corpses got closer and closer to me, I was horrified to find that they all looked exactly like the warrior kings of Nanyue.

A group of corpses with the face of King Wu forced me to kill King Wu.

This kind of scene is so weird that it makes people feel hairy.

"Aren't you going to do it yet? If you don't do it, you won't have a chance. Feng Shui physiognologist. ”

Someone whispered in my ear.

I was slightly stunned, and then I noticed that my waist was a little numb.

I looked down and my brain buzzed.

My legs were gone, and in their place, tree trunks.

My body is turning into a tree.

Soon, the tree will spread to the chest and abdomen, to the arms, and at that point, it will be too late for me to kill people.

These corpses say that if they don't do it, they won't have a chance, which may be what they are referring to.

If I become a tree that can't move, my consciousness will be trapped in illusion forever.

And my soul has since become ignorant and ignorant, no different from a fool. It will not be over until the soul is completely dissipated by the wind and rain.

I took a deep breath: there was no other way now. Whether I can get out after killing the Martial King, I have to try.

After all...... There are simply no other options.

So I slowly raised the knife.

The corpses around me were staring at me with eager expressions.

I gritted my teeth and swung my sword to cut off the head of the Warrior King.

But at this time, their faces always flashed in my head.

Why? Why?

Why do they have exactly the same face?

Is it because the person who sets up the illusion is not able to get home, or does he want to be lazy?

Who set up this illusion? Why did he want me to kill King Wu?

Was it the demon attached to the idol? Why did he do that? What is the metaphor for all this? What is he trying to achieve?

Suddenly, I remembered the words of these corpses.

They kept calling me Feng Shui physiognomy as if they cared a lot about who I was.

Why is that?

"Kill him." The corpses around me began to rush me.

I didn't move, but looked at them: "Why don't you do it?" ”

Suddenly there were angry looks on their faces, and they all glared at me angrily.

I'm worried that they'll rush up and bite at my soul.

Thankfully, they didn't.

At this time, I felt a numbness in my chest, and the tree had reached my chest, followed by my shoulders.

I can't afford to delay any longer, I only have a minute to decide whether to cut this one or not.

I am at war with heaven and man, and my sixth sense tells me that I can't cut it, and if I cut it, I will be killed.

Immediately afterward, my shoulders went numb. Subsequently, I lost sensation in both arms.

I can't cut it now.

The surrounding corpses all sneered. They all stepped back. They've given up on me.

I said quietly, "Why are you leaving?" You are the Warrior King, and the Warrior King is you. You are the same person as the one who is kneeling on the ground. All of this is just your inner demon. ”

"You heard that I am a feng shui physiognomy master, so you want me to use my skills as a practitioner to help you solve your problems, right? Heart disease also requires heart medicine, and bell relief also needs to be a bell person. Whether the Martial King lives or dies depends on yourself. ”

After I said this, all the corpses around me froze.

Then, a gust of wind blew, and their bodies immediately collapsed, turning into piles of yellow sand.

And the Martial King, who was kneeling beside me, showed a weird smile at me.

Subsequently, he also disappeared.

Immediately after, I felt a buzz around me, and I was back in the real world.

I opened my eyes and found that I was still standing in the doorway, looking like I was going out.

I came back from the vision.

I looked around warily and noticed that there was one more person in the room.

This person looked exactly like the Martial King, and he was standing in front of the god platform, looking up at the god statue.

I know that he is the demon attached to the Martial King.

The demon suddenly showed a strange smile at me: "It is worthy of being a feng shui physiognomist, and he can see through the truth at a glance." ”

I pinched a thunder trick and said faintly, "But I haven't seen your purpose yet." ”

The demon sighed: "Every month is our calamity. ”

I didn't speak, and I didn't let my guard down.

The demon said, "We cling to the idol and enjoy the incense. This is very beneficial to our practice. But at the same time, there is also a problem, that is, after a long time, we will lose ourselves. ”

"Sometimes, I have forgotten who I am, and I often feel that I am the martial king of South Vietnam."

This feeling is strongest when it comes to the dark moon. There are many people like me who have completely lost their minds in the dark moon and become people in the idols. ”

"Are we using the idols to enjoy incense? Sometimes I feel that it is the idol that enslaves us and makes us become its incarnation. ”

I said faintly, "So you want to kill the consciousness of the Martial King so that you can know who you are?" ”

The demon's face suddenly showed a confused look: "It's not just that. I always felt ...... There seems to be something else here that is affecting my sanity. ”

When I heard the demon say this, I immediately felt that something was wrong around me.

This Martial King Temple seems to be a bit evil.