"Listen carefully, maybe the real chance to fight back is hidden here. Bayi Middle School?? Wenwang?? ? ≥=≠.≤8≥1≤Z≤≥.≤C≤O≠M" Lianchengbi reminded in a low voice.

I took a deep breath, but my emotions became more and more unstable, and all kinds of strange thoughts kept coming up.

From Hibiscus Street to Blue Stone Tahiti, I thought that I was constantly escaping the danger and using the power of the outside world to switch to a safer and safer place, but in fact, on the contrary, I was stepping into the trap set by the Ghost Bodhisattva and Mr. Mo, and getting closer and closer to their "Nightmare Infant Technique". In addition to this trap, there is another even bigger trap of Yan Buddha Hai, who is using me to detect all the plans of the ghost bodhisattva and others, and then wait for the opportunity to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

"I'm bait, I'm bait, I'm bait......" The voice rang through my head, causing a dull pain in both of my temples.

"Mr. Xia, you have to calm down—" Lian Chengbi whispered.

"I can't do it. "I have to admit it.

I took a few deep breaths, but my chest and abdomen seemed to be stuffed with several large bags of cement, heavy, hard, and motionless. At this moment, all the blood veins in my body were stagnant, blocked up and down, and I couldn't communicate. In this state, my brain gradually stopped functioning, and I just mechanically listened to Yan Fohai's narration-

"I'm almost on the verge of success, and I'm just one layer away from it. In that abyss, I saw everything, everything a thaumaturgist could comprehend...... The abyss, it is definitely an abyss, every thaumaturgist's brain is an abyss, so many abysses are connected and go deeper layer by layer. I'm sure that if I can get to the Abyss, I'll be able to integrate the thaumaturgy of the 'Three Ghost Kings of the Garden'. At that time, the world of thaumaturgy, only me, hahahaha......"

Speaking of the proud, Yan Fohai laughed, and the dry and hard Adam's apple jumped up and down, which seemed even more obscene.

His dream was brilliant and his plan was very thorough, but in the end, it fell short, only because King Qin suddenly appeared. Perhaps, he was so eager to succeed that he forgot about the existence of King Qin.

The question of "what is in the abyss" is probably what everyone wants to know.

At that time, I was amazed by the huge mouth that appeared in the wild lake, and all my thoughts were on escape, and I had no time to look closely at the situation in the abyss. Yan Fohai had fallen into it—no, that was his original plan, to lure the giant mouth to appear, and he just happened to take advantage of the weakness to enter and go deep into the tiger's den. This is a question that only Yan Fohai can answer. Perhaps, this is the main reason why he has survived in the dungeon iron cage until now.

Even Chengbi was taking a deep breath, but she was in much better shape than I was.

"The Divine Aspect Water Mirror is in that abyss?'The blessing of the 'Three Ghost Kings of the Garden Dream' is the divine power to defend the Divine Aspect Water Mirror?You once said that except for you, the other six people have been trying to cover up the truth. In particular, the four people of 'Garden Nightmare' even put a spell on the Divine Water Mirror early to ensure that it could not reappear in the world for the second time. What about this time?, have you already revealed the truth?" Lian Chengbi finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice through the iron cage.

"Hehehehehe......" the Buddha Sea Monster laughed.

Lian Chengbi frowned, because laughter couldn't say anything, and it wasn't a valid answer.

"I'm just asking, is the Divine Mirror there?" asked Lian Chengbi again.

"Huh...... The big secrets, the big secrets, are hidden there, but no one can get them, and they can't get more by guarding a mountain of gold. "The Buddha looked at him left and right.

"How deep is that abyss?" asked Lian Chengbi.

"There are thousands of people. Yan Fohai replied.

That's a false word, if there are really ten thousand, I'm afraid that the earth will be made a transparent hole.

"You tell the truth, and then you make the conditions. If I do find the treasure, I will release you. How's it going?" asked Lian Chengbi tentatively.

Now, I am very conflicted in my heart, because Lianchengbi has made it clear that he wants to snatch the mirror of the gods. With her confidence and courage, coupled with the support of King Qin, I am afraid that she will not give up until she fulfills her wish.

Yan Fohai didn't move, and suddenly mentioned something else: "The technique of the Nightmare Infant is very good, once it starts to be executed, it will run automatically." Young people have strong plasticity, whether life is fast forward or slow, they always maintain a high degree of cooperation, actively follow up, and are more efficient than robots......"

My heart struck, he admired the art of infant-masking so much, could it be that he had already tried somewhat?

A certain charlatan once said that there is only a thin line between a thaumaturgist and a madman.

Thaumaturgy is cultivated to the extreme, and it can produce earth-shattering results, and every hundred years in the world, there will be madmen who will cause chaos in the world and poison all living beings. Both of these are special wise people who are too clever and too conceited. There is already a precedent for thaumaturgists to be able to transform into madmen in an instant under certain circumstances.

"Mr. Xia, don't listen to him, control your thoughts-" Lian Chengbi's words drifted farther and farther away.

I tried to control my thoughts, but now my ears were out of control, and I included every word that Yan Buddha Hai said.

"The art of the Nightmare is not an evil art, a true master, who can use other people's thoughts for my own use, and it doesn't have to pay any price. This is exactly the trick of 'four or two dialing a thousand catties' in Tai Chi Kung Fu, pushing the boat down the river, a thousand miles a day. Rumors are terrifying, so many people are intimidated by the rumors and can't correctly distinguish between right and wrong. A true hero naturally has his correct perception and is not swayed by other people's remarks. Perhaps, you want to see the core of the art of infantile nightmares, come with me, and I will teach you everything......"

Yan Fohai said as he opened his tightly closed palms.

His palms radiated a colorful light, as if two three-dimensional kaleidoscopes had been opened at the same time.

I looked into the kaleidoscope and saw that the world was full of splendid and magnificent buildings, like heaven on earth.

"Everything is as you imagined, everything is as you wish, the Nine Heavens fragrant flowers bloom for you, and the fine wine is for you. Here, you won't feel any pressure, you just have to enjoy yourself. The world is too dirty, heaven is too cold, and hell is too dark, so this is the only place you should come to. When your soul has been baptized by wine and beauty, it will become invulnerable......"

The voices I heard were as good as those of other strangers.

Actually, I don't care about wine and beautiful people, I just feel physically and mentally exhausted, and I want to find a corner where there is no vendetta and no intrigue. Jinan City is too restless, and I can't let go of my restless heart. The world is so big, and I don't know too much about it, where should I go?

As the sea of words and Buddha babbled, I felt that my body and mind had floated, like a kite in Quancheng Square all year round, fluttering and flickering, going up with the wind.

"It's good to be a kite - a person is not as good as a kite, if you really want to be a kite, you don't have to be afraid of any high-ranking officials, power, gangsters, just follow the wind, continue every high-altitude adventure...... "I didn't drink, but I was already drunk, and my brain didn't listen to me."

"Think about it, think about it, what did the ancestors of the Xia family leave behind? It's not a house, it's not money, it's not social relations...... They must have left something very important, a letter or a note, an item that could hide a will...... Their stuff is important, they are people who are incomparably important to this world. Think about it, have they ever said anything related to the Divine Mirror, or what is their suffering? What is the purpose of their life? If the Divine Mirror is in the world, what can it be used for......

I can't answer these questions and I don't want to.

The ancestors of the Xia family definitely didn't leave anything, and I've shown this many times. Of course, many good deeds did not believe it, so they went to the old house on Qushuiting Street to rummage through it repeatedly, but in the end it was also in vain.

The death of the eldest brother is very tragic, and the death of the grandfather is very bleak, and it is not a good beginning and a good end.

They left nothing behind - gold, knives, knives......

I suddenly remembered that the knife was still in the old mansion and had not been brought out with me. It must be a good knife, specially used to practice the "Nine Swords of Shenzhou".

It's a pity that the knife was not around, and I completely ignored this point in the continuous run. It wasn't until this moment that I suddenly remembered.

Guan Erye's statue came to the old mansion at night, and he had already disturbed the matter of returning Sha Lao's fist to the altar, and the knife was hastily hidden, and it did not get my attention.

"Who do they want you to go to? They must have said on their deathbed who they want you to meet?"

I hate this kind of questioning one after another, like the "boiling eagle" procedure of the police interrogatory.

"I don't know. I replied.

"That knife, you just thought of it?" Yan Fohai asked.

I immediately realized that the sea of words and Buddhas can also see through other people's thoughts.

"Yes. I nodded.

"I can't lose the knife, I'll get it back soon. Yan Fohai said.

In this confused conversation, my mind kept following the baton of Yan Fohai. Wherever he asked, I thought to myself, physically and mentally exhausted, sinking more and more into the abyss of thought. However, I had no way to defend against him, because in the confrontation of spiritual forces, he had the upper hand far and I was not his opponent at all.

"I will definitely be able to find out the mission of the Xia clan sneaking into Jinan. This is a big game of chess, a game from all over the world, and the whole world is on the chessboard. Whoever wins wins the world, and whoever loses loses the world. In such a game of chess, the former bearded guest played with Li Shimin, Wagangzhai played with Li Jiajun, Mingjiao millions of disciples and Zhu Yuanzhang's brothers also played, and the old government Yuan and the warlords of the Bafang also played ......" listed so much in one breath, his conclusion was extremely abrupt, "I don't believe that the vision and plot of the Xia clan can be above the Seven Kings Society? Could it be that the Xia clan can be more shrewd than the Seven Kings...... No, otherwise, kill it, and don't leave it behind. ”

Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on my back, because the "killing" he was talking about was aimed at me.

While sweating, a faint surprise rose in my mind. Everyone wants their family to be different and immortal, I hope that Yan Fohai's analysis is correct, he said that the Xia family has great plans, and that is also a great thing.

No one is willing to be ordinary, first there is an extraordinary family, and then there are extraordinary descendants, the wealthy are noble, and the scholars are talented - this is a standard good story.

With a snap, Yan Fohai struck with both palms.

I felt that the world outside me was shaken by his high-fives, and the surrounding buildings were also affected, resulting in a series of strong earthquakes.

"Soul Restraint Technique!" I remembered one of the thaumaturgy that Yan Fohai was best at.

He's good at holding souls, and my soul must be in his possession at this moment.

"Help me...... Save me...... Help me......" In the darkness at my feet, a familiar voice ** called for help.

I leaned over to look into the darkness, and the voice grew more and more miserable: "Help me, I'm still young, I don't want to die...... Whoever can save me, I am willing to do anything for you, my father is a big man who can do anything, he can promise you anything......"

"Is it Qin Gongzi?" I immediately heard the voice.

"Who are you? Who are you?" he asked.