"You're not Liang Chengcheng?"

"I'm Liang Chengcheng, but Liang Zhengcheng is not me." He drew a big circle on the ground, then marked Liang Chengcheng's name, and drew a small circle set together in it, pointed to the small circle and said, "It's like this." ”

He is a member of Liang Chengcheng, just like an organ like ordinary people's hands and feet, strange and incredible.

Bai Shuo looked at him and asked, "Is there anything you want to say?" ”

"Nothing, this team can tolerate a mentally ill person like Liang Chengcheng, I am already very satisfied." He shook his head, his head down, still drawing, but he didn't know where to start.

He is one of the many personalities born from Liang's chaotic thinking, like a blank sheet of paper, without leaving any trace in this world, and without an urgent desire to be free.

After a moment of silence, he continued, "I don't want to stay in that place, so I want to run out and do something. ”

Bai Shuo looked at the things he had drawn, trying to find the connection, but he couldn't find any clues from those distorted human forms, and finally could only shake his head helplessly and said, "I don't understand." ”

"Look, it's actually easy." Liang Chengcheng threw down the chalk, stood up from the ground, patted the powder in his hand, and closed his eyes.

Bai Shuo seemed to hear a sound that was so subtle that it was imperceptible, and in his eyes, Liang Chengcheng's originally low soul wavelength suddenly accelerated the rhythm of the wavelength. Then it rose to the top, and a myriad of strange colors spread from under his feet, like a dye vat that had been overturned, flowing from his feet to all around.

The strange colors slowly covered the chalk-smeared form, as if boiling, bulging little by little, and then exploding. In a continuous surge, illusory outlines stretched out from the steel earth, changing strange colors clinging to the chalk frames, and finally manifesting entities in the air.

It's like a 3D projection with dissonance of color.

Under the unknown force, the graffiti that was originally painted on the ground took on the form of a physical phantom, and all kinds of strange shapes and appearances resembled distorted and awkward human shapes in a hunting game.

Bai Shuo slowly stretched out his fingers, starting from his fingertips, and little by little he disappeared into the ugly projection in front of him. He could even see the faint ripples of his fingers and the mental power stirring in the air.

Although I don't know how it works, there is no doubt that this is spiritual power, a spiritual power that has reached the level of foreign power.

Although the color and shape are not as real as the real thing, and the coverage area is only a small tens of square meters, there is no doubt that this is from the power of Liang Chengcheng.

"Is this your superpower?" Bai Shuo slowly approached the model in front of him.

Under the reflection of the red golden pupils, where Bai Shuo could see, those illusory projections all began to fade, becoming illusory and hazy. Little by little, Bai Shuo unlocked the power in his eyes, and those fantasies became more and more blurred. Soon, beneath the burning pupils, the fragile illusion could not be supported and shattered.

"A superpower similar to releasing an illusion? What does it look like? Bai Shuo put away his burning eyes and asked with great interest.

"No, it's just that I believe what I'm drawing is real." Liang Chengcheng restored Bai Shuo's destroyed phantom and said indifferently: "This is also Liang Chengcheng's original talent. ”

"Talent?"

"yes." He nodded and looked at Bai Shuo: "Imagination, or obsession." ”

He took Bai Shuo through the phantom and came to the front of the first illusion, which was a strange human figure covered in blood and wearing a hospital gown: "This is Liang Chengcheng, who has just entered the mental hospital, is mentally normal, and someone has paid off the doctor, who wants to make him a madman." They didn't succeed, but Liang Zhengcheng went crazy. ”

"He just wants to be crazy, he refuses to accept the abuse of doctors and nurses, he doesn't want to endure the daily torture anymore, he wants to become crazy."

"Later...... He's really crazy. ”

Liang Chengcheng continued to walk forward, and came to the front of the second phantom, vaguely with Liang Chengcheng's ugly human form with saliva and a dull smile, tied to the restraint frame, not knowing the pain, not caring about the torture, the smile was honest and innocent.

"It's like this." He looked at the distorted phantom and said to Bai Shuo: "It's ridiculous, right, if you want to become a madman, you really become a madman." ”

"Wanting to be a sharpshooter, then he believed that he was Vasily; Not wanting Ottoria to be burned to death, he thought he was Ledagno; If he wants to save people, he becomes a lamb doctor. ”

He looked at the phantom that represented him, expressionless: "This is Liang Chengcheng's talent, very lame, and very funny talent, even he can't save himself." ”

"No, a very useful talent." Bai Shuo suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said, "At least I saved a lot of people." ”

"Let's move on." Bai Shuo said: "There are still many paintings, you haven't said it. ”

The third painting is a humanoid creature made from a patchwork of animal parts, with the head of a snake, the feet of a cow, fangs and hooves, and a face like a wolf.

"This is the director of a psychiatric hospital." Liang Chengcheng stood in front of it and said, "I took other people's money and drove Liang Chengcheng crazy." ”

He didn't stop in front of this vision, as if to say something that had nothing to do with him, and then, pointing to a vision that looked like a model in a shop window, said, "This is Ottoria." ”

Beautiful, strong, but pale, lifeless, or rather devoid of any emotional qualities that manifest themselves from it.

It's like a puppet, with no way forward.

"This is Changsun Wu."

He pointed to a burly figure that looked like a gorilla.

Next, he pointed to another illusion and said, "This is Chen Jingmo." ”

Right where he pointed his finger, there was a slender and beautiful phantom, but for some reason, it was divided into two parts by the strong color, pure white and bright red were incompatible with each other on the illusion, there was a strange contradiction.

It is not a random scribble, perhaps the appearance of these illusions does not look like the prototype at all, but in essence, there is a striking resemblance.

In other words, Liang Chengcheng, who is immersed in chaos, can easily distinguish the essence of each person, and these strange images are just rough expressions.

After a pause, Liang Chengcheng glanced at him, pointed to the illusion in the center and said, "This...... It's you ......."

His eyes were bound by black ribbons, and the ragged man climbed up with a heavy burden on his back, but with a smile on his face all the time.

Bai Shuo looked at the illusion that represented him, and suddenly laughed: "It's very similar." ”

He took two steps back, carefully observing the illusion in front of him, until the illusory projection shattered and dissolved into nothingness under his gaze.

"So, what about that." Bai Shuo's gaze fell on the final illusion.

It is also the only graffiti that Liang Chengcheng only draws a simple outline, just slender limbs, and a female surname that can be identified by her figure, but there is nothing on the face of the head.

"This ...... It's drift snow. He looked at the phantom that was close at hand, and waved his fingers in vain over its face, but no facial features were revealed: "The only person in Qingshan who has not tortured him, the woman who is regarded as a spiritual pillar by Liang Chengcheng, has forgotten what she looks like. ”

"So...... Empty. His eyes were in a trance, trying to think about something, the soul wavelength began to rapidly confuse, and the illusions around him quickly collapsed, until in the end, only chalk graffiti was left on the ground.

"Huh? How am I here? Liang Chengcheng, who had regained his chaos, looked around with a confused expression.

Just as he looked down, he saw the graffiti that represented him, and moved back in disgust: "It's ugly." ”

"If it's ugly, just erase it." Bai Shuo patted him on the shoulder: "Go and rest." ”

"Oh...... It's really weird...... How did you get here......" he muttered, his eyes drowsy as he returned to the room.

Bai Shuo looked at the direction he left, then looked at the graffiti under his feet, shook his head a little helplessly, and waved it out casually.

A simple movement creates a subtle flow of air, and the rapidly accelerating air flow turns into a gust of fresh air that sweeps close to the ground. With the wave of the arm, the invisible circle loomed for a moment, and the hidden power flowed into the wind, wiping away all the chalk graffiti on the ground.

Aside from the presence of a pile of chalk dust, it's as if it never existed.

Standing under the ball of light, Bai Shuo looked at the envelope in his hand: the invitation of the 'Cross' Clan.

Once used, no one will know what will follow in the future, and it may make the struggle of the Hope team no longer so painful, or it may be completely involved in the undercurrent between the warbands, and become a pawn from now on.

"Huh, who knows?" Bai Shuo slowly tore open the file bag and pulled out the palm-sized crystal ornament in it.

In the crystal clear, there is a black flame intertwined, forming a fickle black cross, in which the faint handwriting looms. In Bai Shuo's gaze, the black flames of light turned into tiny characters, and a line of clear and simple self was arranged in an instant.

"We will revolutionize the world with fire."

This is the signpost to the warband's headquarters, and it is also the credential of its members.

Bai Shuo weighed the voucher in his hand, threw it into the air, and caught it again, and the black flame shook for a while and then returned to its original appearance.

"Revolutionizing the world? I don't need such ambitious goals, as long as I can see the wider and more wonderful world. ”

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There's a lot to talk about today.

First of all, the next chapter is the warband.,Ask for a recommendation vote~.

Then, the editor told me that it will be on the shelves next Friday, so if you have a monthly pass in your hand, please help keep it for a few days~

I save more manuscripts, and strive to explode after they are put on the shelves, didn't I say that there is a monthly ticket award or something?

As a newcomer to the starting point, we don't know much about these, but the more tickets there are, the better, okay?