We got out of the house, walked out of the courtyard gate, turned left, and entered a nursery with foliage.

From the outside, the nursery was green and vibrant, but as soon as I walked in, I felt an unusual sense of slaughter.

The two young men stood under a large wisteria trellis, and when they saw the red sleeves, they immediately bowed and saluted.

"Open the door. Red Sleeves commanded.

The young man lifted the draped wisteria and revealed a two-meter-wide black iron door in front of him.

The iron door slid open to the right, and the lights inside the door turned on, and it turned out to be a cleverly designed hidden elevator.

We entered the elevator, the iron door closed, and the car slowly fell.

"Who bought the three elders, and who will we give it to when we get the mural?" I asked.

If I don't figure out these questions, I don't know the bottom of my heart.

At first, Elder Tu threatened me with Bing'er and asked me to get the murals, but I had no choice but to do so. Now that the threat is over, I can turn around and walk away, avoiding the terrifying suction of the chamber.

"I'm sorry to give this mural to anyone, that's the end. If you're a marathon runner and you've reached the finish line, where are you going?" she explained again.

This answer is not satisfactory to me, but looking at the attitude of the red sleeves, it does not look like a deliberate concealment of key elements to deceive me.

I wanted to ask again, but my mouth opened and I held back.

"What do you think of the mural?" she asked.

"Whatever you think, I'll look at it. I replied calmly.

My attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, neither angering her nor overly flattering.

At this time, her clothes had been packed up, but the scene when she used the thaumaturgy of "drawing the ground as a prison and her fingertips as a mirror" seemed to be right in front of her.

The dragon fights in the wild, and the heaven and earth are yellow.

I think that the dragon-shaped monster has awakened, and the people in the dangerous building are either trapped or go straight to destruction.

In front of it, the power of humanity is too small to pose any threat to it.

"I saw everything, but I saw it and couldn't do anything about it. "She.

I can't answer, not only because we can't do anything, but probably no one in the world will say that they can destroy that monster.

"If you can't destroy the darkness, you will be assimilated by the darkness, and there is no way to do it. She continued.

The elevator stopped, and when we walked out, we were already standing in a dark underground alleyway.

There was no light in the darkness, but there was a flickering figure, and every few steps stood a young man.

I inhaled softly, smelling the peculiar smell of floating dust in the air. The last time the strange walls of the chamber sucked the living into human skin, there was a slight smell of burning in the air, just like it does now. So, I judged that this place was not far from the Chamber of Secrets.

"I'm sure you already know I'm good at hysteria. Red Sleeve's eyes burned in the darkness.

"Yes, it's not just the 'Hysteria Technique', I also understand that you used the 'Drawing the Ground as a Dungeon and Your Fingertips as a Mirror' thaumaturgy similar to the 'Heavenly Eye Communication'. I'm not surprised that they were all handed down from the beggars' predecessors. As we all know, the beggar gang used to be the largest gang in the Central Plains, and many masters of various factions who were tired of power dumping and intrigue would choose the road of self-exile, abandon all their previous positions and identities, and bring their art to the beggar gang and become unconcerned beggars. So, whatever you're good at, it's acceptable. "Me.

"Hehehehe......" Red Sleeves laughed, his laughter was full of bitterness, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." When he was young, he did not realize this, and he was obsessed with thaumaturgy, and every time he appeared, he studied and studied day and night, until he reached the highest state that no one had ever reached before. At that time, I took pleasure in learning thaumaturgy, thinking that this pleasure would stay with me for the rest of my life and add infinite splendor to my life. Who would have known that thaumaturgy would become a huge burden on me by now, weighing me down so much that I couldn't breathe......" she walked forward.

The people on both sides bowed, treating her as if she were a supreme queen.

After a corner, she stopped and whispered, "Light the lamp." ”

With a bang, someone polished a lighter, but the fire was as hot as a bean.

There was darkness all around, and the bean-like light could only illuminate a two-foot square area.

"Sit, we'll have to wait. "She.

Under the light, a table is placed against the wall, and an antique circle chair is placed on each side.

Redsleeves sat down first, and I sat down across from her.

"Lights out. She commanded again.

The lighter went out, and the surroundings were dark again.

"Thaumaturgy is different from traditional martial arts, it will disappear with age and physical decline, on the contrary, the more mature the mind, the more automatic the thaumaturgy learned in the past will improve, and many difficult points that cannot be figured out often suddenly have an epiphany overnight, completely becoming a 'self-learning' flying cycle state. "She.

"Isn't that a good thing? Isn't what many famous teachers and disciples are looking forward to in such a state of diligent progress day and night?"

I'm telling the truth, because ever since the ancient sages founded all kinds of thaumaturgy, martial arts, alien arts, and academics, they have all been annoyed by "studying during the day and forgetting overnight." Sleep is a natural habit that human beings cannot control, and no matter how smart people in the world are, they will delay their learning because of sleep, so that they cannot achieve the highest learning efficiency.

In the past, the Ancient Tomb Sect once worked hard to make the "Beihai Cold Jade Bed", let the disciples sleep on it, and forced the disciples to resist the cold even in their sleep, and adopted the method of pulling seedlings to help them grow, and practiced day and night.

Wouldn't it be a great thing if you could think about it day and dream at night, just like the red sleeve moves, and then automatically improve your skills to achieve twice the result with half the effort?

"I've been thinking that if there is one person in the world who can devour my whole body with thaumaturgy, maybe it will really free me—" She sighed faintly.

"If anyone learns your way of cultivation, won't they soon become the king of thaumaturgy in the world?" I asked.

Of course, I never covet someone else's stuff, and even if she offers to teach me, I will think twice.

"King of thaumaturgy?" yes, but I can't think of how even if I became the 'King of Thaumaturgy', how would I be able to help my life, and would I be able to make myself happy?" she asked faintly.

The world's pursuit of fame and fortune is endless, and for some people, if they are famous, they will be happy, and they will not be satisfied.

To be able to become the "king of thaumaturgy", to be able to convince the heroes of the world's thaumaturgical world, and to become the king of the crowd, is a beautiful enough thing. As for whether it can bring a happy life, it will vary from person to person.

Red Sleeves asks like this, and the subtext is naturally "unhappy and unhappy".

"Yes, becoming the 'King of Thaumaturgy' doesn't necessarily mean that you are happier than others, but at least it is an affirmation of your hard work. I responded.

"A true thaumaturgist doesn't need that kind of glory, because thaumaturgists are not street performers, they have to make a profit by attracting the attention of the public. Just like now, we are sitting in the dark, we don't have to use our hands at all, I also know your depth, at this time, I know that you know, there is no need for a third person to intervene. Our industry has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, not performers on the stage at all, but a group of craftsmen who live an ordinary life, obscure and conformist. Thaumaturgy doesn't need a king, just a group of people who guard the rules. "She.

According to my understanding, Red Sleeves will say such things because of his quiet and indifferent nature. Since the dawn of time, there will be the strongest in any industry. Even in the literary world, where "there is no first", titles, and medals will be used to determine a group of the most brilliant people, and become a beacon and example for all writers to move forward.

"I envy you, it's my honor to know you. "From the bottom of my heart.

Red Sleeves is still young, and she has already walked on the right path of thaumaturgical practice, and in time, she will definitely be able to pull all the predecessors of the thaumaturgical world off the altar, and then become a god in a war and become the "king of thaumaturgy" recognized by the world.

In fact, this has become a terrible paradox - there is no one who is really qualified to be the king, and those who covet the crown in the industry cannot go further and will never reach the realm of "king".

This reminds me again of the timeless saying mentioned in the scriptures - "The skillful work and the wise worry, and the inactive seek nothing." Feasting and swimming, it is like an untied boat".

The more desperately people pursue the crown, they often end up on the road to success, paying with their lives for their own inadequacy. On the contrary, doing nothing is doing something, and the world can not compete with it without fighting, and a person with a very high spiritual realm like Red Sleeve is the best inheritor of the crown.

As for me, I am working hard to practice, but my goal is not to become the "king of thaumaturgy", but to do my best to achieve my goal and not leave a gap and regret in my life.

In the distance on the right, there was a movement of dozens of people gasping together.

If there are no anomalous events, this will not happen. Here, the only thing that can surprise everyone is the wall of the secret room that sucks human flesh.

The red sleeves didn't move, and I didn't move, quietly waiting for her to speak.

"You see it with your own eyes, I come from the painting. If you want, you can go from the painting, how?" Red Sleeves asked.

Of course, I knew that if I broke into the secret room to pick up the mural, I would definitely be stopped by the hidden mechanism, and I couldn't do it overnight. If you delay for a while, you may become a second group of victims, and you will become a human skin painting hanging on the wall of a large family in a few years.

"Please be clear. I nodded.

"To put it simply, you enter the 'Art of Hysteria', and we solve the problem of the mural in a dream. Once and for all, never be bothered by it again. "Red Sleeve Move.

I nodded in agreement, "I'm willing to give it a try." ”

It's not a matter of courage or boldness, but because the last time I entered the secret room, I realized that the existence of this mysterious power would seriously threaten the security of Jinan City, and the lives of ordinary people would not be guaranteed at all. Only by thoroughly revealing its secrets can the source of the disaster be eliminated.

For the sake of the people of the city, I am willing to try my best.

"Sister, the third person has also been dealt with. Someone whispered over and reported to Redsleeve.

"Well, I see. Redsleeves whispered in agreement.

As my sister expected, all the changes were recorded by the high camera, and it was being input into the computer for trajectory analysis, and it took about 40 minutes to get the complete result. "The man again.

"Well, go all out, don't get distracted by anything. Red Sleeves commanded.

The man turned away, and silence fell again.

Hongjialou is an important commercial town in the northwest of Jinan City, and at this moment a new day's life has begun on the ground, with a bustling flow of people and a prosperous scene of vehicles connecting the head and tail.

Everyone is looking for their place in the big social machine, full of hope, hoping that their life can be better.

In my opinion, that is the appearance of society, but the real "inner image" of society is in the hands of big figures such as Red Sleeve Move, King Qin, and Bai Xiaosheng. Of course, it is also possible that it is in the hands of other higher-level characters that I can't see and only exist in the biography, such as the "Secret Demon" and "Heavenly Sect" mentioned by everyone in the underground secret room of Sakura Villa before.

"People are really too small, and all beings are like ants. Furthermore, below all living beings, there are even more humble dusty mud, and above all living beings, there are scattered immortals, venerables, Buddhas, and celestial venerables...... Nature's sequence of dignity and inferiority has always existed and has never disappeared from ancient mythology to the present day. I sighed in my heart.

It is true in the history books that heroes change the world, and mediocre people are changed by the world.

The inner elephant can promote the change of appearance, while the mediocre can only passively follow the appearance to change, and can never catch up with the pace of the human train.

Just like now, if you can't deal with the crisis in the secret room, once the inside elephant explodes, the appearance will collapse in a large area, and it will become the end of the people.

The red sleeves didn't speak, and I kept silent.

(Tianjin)