He felt familiar, as if the terrifying sense of déjà vu in the legend, a very awkward and uncomfortable sense of familiarity. He must have seen this pattern, he must have seen it many times, and he must have been-

Seen in Gabroyle!!

He was so frightened that he almost yelled, and the purple light on his whole body flashed, and he appeared at the door of the room in an instant, almost smashing the wooden door headlong.

"Calm down! Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down!" Yinchen recited seven calms in one breath, and it felt like chanting a spell repeatedly, almost forming a barrage. He forced himself to take the token off his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the rioting thoughts in his mind and the frenzied beating heart in his chest, and he warned himself over and over again that he was now surrounded by enemies, losing his composure, losing his judgment, and being like death to a mage.

However, he could barely control his thoughts, let alone contain his feelings. At that moment, he felt three particularly intense emotions of horror, ecstasy, and fear run out of his heart. In this world, except for a human with a head, two arms and two legs, the token in his hand was the second thing he had ever seen in Gabroyle.

The sign on this token once appeared in Gabriel, once appeared in Evil Luo Hai City! This conclusion made Silver Dust instantly think of the possibility of going back, and thought of the possibility of finding a way to Gabriel, to Evil Luo Hai City, to his warm home, which made him ecstatic!

"If you can go back, then all the suffering here will not be suffering. What can the Demon Pavilion, what can the Northern Empire do, that is, if you want to take revenge in the future, just hire a team of magicians to drive an interstellar battleship here, and turn this place into an interstellar colony in minutes!"

"If this is true, then is it impossible for the Gabroyers not to discover this place?" He immediately thought of those Heavenly Rank mages in his hometown, those terrifying beings who were said to have reached the super-god realm, and they, who were almost omniscient and omnipotent, seemed impossible not to discover this world with rich resources, and it was impossible not to command a team of interstellar expeditionary forces to completely capture this place.

"Then there is also the possibility that this is an unregistered colony controlled by some Gabroyle. Or is it a secret base of a mage?" Thinking of this, Silver Dust felt boundless fear, because to occupy such a large colony and not report it to the Gabroyl Federation is a crime. This world, this seemingly ordinary world, may be the secret base of a certain criminal organization, and even all the monks in it are some kind of magic test subjects! At the thought of this, Silver Dust almost collapsed on the ground in fright. He knew very well that if that was the case, then once he was discovered, he would be secretly executed.

Dealing with warriors who are stronger than himself, Yinchen still has a little confidence, and if he can't beat him, he will keep kiting him until he dies, but against mages who are stronger than himself, Yinchen really has no confidence at all, and the hierarchical division between mages is sacred and absolute, and the difference between one level is almost equal to no chance of counterattack.

Yinchen pinched the token, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his head. He really wanted to look up to the sky and yell, "God, don't play with me like this, right?

But he didn't have time to do that, and reason told him that he had to sit down at once and try to parse the pattern in order to get a little bit of information about the "criminals", even if it was unrelated, but not completely uninformed.

"This pattern is familiar, but what does it mean? It doesn't feel like a pattern made up by someone himself, but like something standardized, something common, otherwise I wouldn't be familiar with it?"

Silver Dust's gaze began to move along the thin lines on the pattern, hoping to find out the arrangement of these lines in this way, which is a rather difficult task, because the lines of these boxes are mostly parallel, and they are very close to each other, almost two or three millimeters apart, and the lines are slender, and after looking at it for a while, Silver Dust feels dizzy.

He closed his eyes and retraced the lines in his mind, thinking that these things might be another form of magic array.

The lines were sketched out in his mind, and one by one intersections appeared, and Yinchen felt that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the truth, because the sense of disobedience and déjà vu became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, four very critical intersections appeared, and Silver Dust spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and then collapsed on top of the big bed in embarrassment.

Ecstasy and fear, like a forest through which a fire passes, completely withered away like ashes. Yinchen's heart only has disappointment, a relieved disappointment, a relaxed disappointment, a disappointment of "ha, if you cross over, you can't go back".

Silver Dust already knew what that sign meant at this time, and he already knew that there was actually no terrifying conspiracy of the lurkers on the token of the Demon Pavilion, everything was like ashes, all of them were in the past, no matter how exciting they were, they were all in the past.

That logo wasn't really a complicated thing, it was just a --

Wiring diagram.

"Ironically, wiring diagram. Silver Dust said with a miserable grin into the air, knowing that there would be no second creature here listening to him.

......

"Young grandmother, this is what the elder ordered the slave to prepare for you. A middle-aged maid half-bowed, restrained and humble presented the tray in her hand to Zhang Mengmeng.

Zhang Mengmeng quickly glanced at the contents of the tray's mouth, and nodded expressionlessly, she seemed to feel the maid secretly relieved.

Inside the tray was a miserable white dagger, a thin scroll, a bulging pocket, two plates of fried peanuts, a small fluttershy fried shredded potatoes, and a bowl of porridge with a warm aroma, half for killing and half for raising people, all of which happened to be a whole sinister conspiracy like poison in the same wooden tray.

"Mowei Pavilion people, don't be poisonous, because their hearts are the best poison. The words that the head of the sect said at the disciple conference echoed very clearly in his ears at this moment, which made Zhang Mengmeng shudder.

"What about the others?" Zhang Mengmeng tried her best to speak in a reproachful tone with a strong taste of judgment, so as to hide her inner panic and struggle in front of her subordinates. The maid listened to her and did not make a sound, but fell to her knees deeply.

With the maid's movements, another footsteps were remembered in the corridor, two sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls who were like flowers, wearing the thinnest transparent light veil, were pushed over by two mighty and majestic men almost unclothed, the girl's hands were tied behind her back, her eyes were blindfolded, and her mouth was stuffed with many dirty rags, and she was escorted up by the big man behind her like a prisoner. The girl shuddered as she walked forward, tears streaming down her cheeks, and they probably already knew what kind of doom awaited them.

Zhang Mengmeng's body trembled slightly again, and she resounded what happened to her, if it weren't for the fact that her talent was exposed by chance, she was photographed by a "disciple" of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and she also thought that these two innocent girls would end miserably.

"Who are they?" Zhang Mengmeng tried her best to hold her voice, so as not to let these servants of the Demon Pavilion's voice tremble and panic, Zhang Mengmeng, who was ruthless and murderous, seemed to face her past again at this moment, and a deep fear mixed with a faint despair hit her heart.

"They were girls bought from a nearby town, young grandmothers, they were that kind of girls, not ordinary people, the elders and adults all said that the news was tight now, and it was better to cause less trouble. The middle-aged maid replied in a low voice, her voice carrying a hint of panic throughout, which was just right to produce a sense of satisfaction.