Under the dim light, Lin Zhengyang lowered his head and used chopsticks to flip several plates of dishes on the table back and forth.

Color, flavor, and ······· When I asked, I felt that my lips and teeth were fragrant, and my saliva was constantly secreting.

I seemed to feel my stomach and intestines stirring.

Lin Zhengyang thought helplessly.

The mortal womb of the flesh is like this, all kinds of senses are limited, it is difficult to see the truth, so it is easy to be deceived and difficult to know itself.

"Childe, what's wrong?"

Wang Qinian saw his little son, mashing a piece of beautifully prepared snow-white fish meat, carefully examining each fish bone, with a serious expression on his face that he had never seen.

"Something wrong with this dinner?"

That's what he thought of first.

Wang Qinian is not a young man after all.

Nearly 30 years old, after several years of polishing in the army, he has already thwarted the reckless impulses of young people.

However, the young lord in front of him had a childish face, but he did not have the usual impulses of young people, which made him look up to him.

Lin Zhengyang pinched the mantra, and an undetectable translucent white light brushed across the table, and then the whole was dyed with a thin pale white halo, which slowly subsided after three seconds.

This is a magic "poison test" that can detect most common toxins, as well as a small amount of otherworldly toxins.

When white light appears, it is non-toxic; Green light and red light are all highly toxic, especially red light, indicating that it involves the formation of a toxin by extraordinary power.

If it is an unknown factor, a different color will appear depending on the situation.

"You can't eat any of this."

Although it looks fine, and if you test it with a spell, you can't see the problem, but Lin Zhengyang just knows that there is a problem.

The five senses are limited to the mortal fetus of the flesh, and there are quite a few omissions.

Warlocks, however, have their own psychic senses, and can receive subtle hints from the spirit realm, especially when it comes to major events involving them.

At this moment, Lin Zhengyang's heart didn't seem to be trembling anymore, his heart was uncontrollably maintaining a constant frequency, vibrating rapidly, and the whole person seemed to be getting close to the spirit world, and even heard a dreamlike voice in his ears.

In the process, he even felt the spiritual part of himself, the hoarse cry.

Reason told him that there was nothing wrong with the food, but the spirituality of the part of itself that intersected with the spirit world was frantically prompting, influencing him with all its might, trying to tell him—

Don't eat! Don't eat!

Dangerous! Dangerous!

Whether it's the uncontrollable high-speed beating of the heart, the inexplicable warning spirit, is telling the trying to tell him something.

Spirituality is part of sensuality, it tries to remind itself, warn itself.

Maybe some clues have been overlooked, or maybe some things, without being discovered, have quietly changed··········

He was not aware of the physical mortal being bound, but the spirituality of communicating with the ubiquitous spirit world at all times was not, perhaps sensing subtle feedback from some of its spiritual counterparts, in short, he was in a rather wonderful state at the moment.

For a long time, the rational thinking cultivated with logic and worldview has been deeply rooted; The spiritual thinking that came to the fore fiercely pointed out the loopholes of rational thinking. In the case of being confined to one's own mortal body, perhaps, spiritual perception is more reliable.

After all, there must be traces of everything that is done, and most of them are reflected in the spiritual realm, preserved in a way full of allegories and symbols

Lin Zhengyang decisively chose to follow his heart.

"Although I can't tell you exactly what happened, there is no doubt that something did happen without us noticing."

"It's fine to look at, but you can't eat any of this."

Lin Zhengyang stood up, wiped his fingers in front of his eyes, and recited the incantation silently.

Suddenly, I could see the big and small spiritual lights of the things around me.

The aura is not a colorful color that can be seen with the naked eye, nor is it only red, yellow and blue, but more exciting, full of many things that ordinary people can hardly reach. Invisible light

Furniture and lights all come in different colors, perhaps in different materials.

Wang Qinian has a strong aura on his body, and the brain, torso, viscera, etc., the light color and brightness are different.

Lin Zhengyang looked at it, then he didn't care anymore, and carefully looked at the dishes on the table.

Pitch black, a purple aura was on the table, a black glow with an ominous purple edge.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Zhengyang was glad that he hadn't eaten this kind of thing.

"This thing is really poisonous."

The poison used by ordinary mortals is only with a shallow black light.

The black light here is as strong as a small black sun.

If you eat it, even if he is a god and has some poison resistance, he can't hold it.

Hmm······ I can probably last a few seconds longer than Wang Qinian.

This conclusion was not so optimistic.

Lin Zhengyang Huo Ran got up and rummaged in the room.

"Bring your stuff, be ready, and we'll kill them right away!"

"There must be something going on outside, that person was here for me."

"Don't think about avoiding the war anymore, he's already found us."

Lin Zhengyang checked the guns he had prepared, and loaded some processed special ammunition into it.

He was actually very angry in his heart, like the deep magma under the volcano, but he couldn't hold it for the time being.

It is a great shame to be bullied to the door and show such a hand, and in the end he was almost completely concealed·······

Phew······

He didn't say anything, just quickly put things in order.

Wang Qinian also saw that his son-in-law was in a bad mood at this time, and he was also shocked when he had some guesses.

"That person is also a powerful warlock? I almost even got my son to the truth······"

"What level should this be? Singbridge? Or is it ······· Dao domain? ”

His heart shook violently, and Wang Qinian hurriedly lowered his eyes to hide the change in his expression.

"How is that possible, Dao Domain····· Those are all demigods in the world, how can they meet one here casually? ”

Wang Qinian calmed down and secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

"With a powerful warlock like Childe, you will see more such things in the future, and you have to learn not to be strange."

"Pack it up, let's go."

Lin Zhengyang removed the spell on the door, unscrewed the doorknob, and walked out.

As soon as Fang walked out, he noticed the difference.

The boots under his feet were deeply sunk into an inch of dirt.

The surrounding wooden corridors seem to have weathered for tens or hundreds of years.

The wallpaper faded, rolled up, and stained with a lot of dust.

The entire inn was filled with a breath of death.

There was a deathly silence all around.