That starting point was about what I looked like when I was in junior high school, and it was like waking up.

It was a six-stringed piano shop, shaped like an ancient private school, with a piano stand at the front, students learning the piano sitting in the middle, and parents listening to the piano in the back.

A masked man sat in the middle of his parents, his hair disheveled, his expression lonely, as if he had just cried. He was not very old, and the steel mask covered his eyebrows, but it could not hide his handsomeness and heroism, but a strand of white hair appeared on his sideburns, adding a vicissitudes of life.

No one knows when he sat here, or why he sat here, because he didn't look like a parent at all.

The sound of the piano is clumsy, reverberating faintly in the piano shop.

The man didn't listen at all, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't seem to think about anything, so he just sat there in a daze.

Ye Chong felt that the person was very much like himself, himself ten years later.

The man sat for a long time, then got up to leave. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the teacher of the piano store shouting: "Han Xue." ”

The man froze there as if he had been electrocuted, and then slowly turned to look at the little girl.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl, with a pair of eccentric eyes and a naughty and arrogant look, jumped on the piano platform.

The sound of the piano was not very good, but the man listened quietly as if he had lost his mind, and watched blankly, tears slowly sliding down.

No one knows why he is so sad and why he is so emotional.

The sound of the piano was over, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"Uncle, why are you crying?" asked the little girl, who walked up to him and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

The man slowly leaned down and looked at the little girl, his eyes full of heartache and love. But finally couldn't help but hold her in his arms and cried bitterly.

Everyone was stunned.

"Cher, come to Mommy. A middle-aged woman shouted.

As if he hadn't heard, he had wept enough, and began to look at the little girl carefully, little by little, everywhere, as if he could not see enough for a thousand or ten thousand years.

"Let go of my daughter!" cried the woman.

The man seemed to suddenly realize something, looked up at the woman, then at the little girl in front of him, and finally got up to leave.

"Uncle......" The little girl tugged at the corner of his coat and said timidly.

The man was stunned.

"You...... Will you be back?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then leaned down again, grabbed the little girl's shoulders with both hands, and his eyes were full of tears, as if he had a lot to say, but he never spoke.

"Yes...... Put on your mask...... Give it to me?" said the little girl.

The man nodded slightly, slowly took off his mask, put it on the little girl's face, and choked up, "I...... Will be back again. Before the words fell, everyone only felt that the person was gone.

Whether he has ever been here, whether he is real or illusory, everyone is asking in their hearts.

It was quiet in the piano shop, and there was still a tear on the floor.

"Why did my dream have such a starting point? Who was the masked man, why was it so sad, who was that little girl, why was it so familiar?"

For some reason, Ye Chong never saw the masked man's face clearly, even though he had taken off his mask.

He was thinking to himself, when suddenly a wisp of voice came softly from his mind: "Qimen is gone, and it is mysterious." Empty and empty, not empty. Nothing and nothing, nothing and nothing There is nothing out of nothing, and there is nothing in ......" is Fan Wuwu's voice.

Ye Chong was shocked, and said secretly: "This is the critical moment to pass through the Demon Soul Illusion Realm, how can I be distracted." "At that moment, I quickly collected my mind, and traveled through infinite space and time, and saw everything beyond the magic soul illusion, the real world, and the universe.

The whole world suddenly darkened from the left and right levels to the middle, and then from the middle to the middle again.

This time, he could see clearly, it was a magic eye, an eye full of evil and greed, and he was in the middle of it.

"Did you detect it?" Fan Wuwu's thoughts came faintly.

"Hmm, he's looking at me?" Ye Chong said as he stared at the magic eye.

"Looking at you?"

"Yes, it should be the demon. ”

"Did he see you?" Fan Wuwu's heart was shocked.

"I'm in his eyes. ”

"How is this possible? Your spiritual power vortex is so powerful, how can he detect you?"

"I don't know. ”

"Don't move yet, just watch quietly for a while. ”

The demon eye opened and closed several times, but it seemed to be just an ordinary blink, and Ye Chong's existence was not noticed.

"He can't see me?"

"It scared the hell out of me. Fan Wuwu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He shouldn't be able to see you, but as long as you move slightly, he will be able to notice it immediately." ”

"So what should I do?"

"Carefully probe the gap in his consciousness and wait for the opportunity to move. ”

"Is blinking a gap in consciousness?"

"It should be, I can't imagine that this demon has been staring at us in order to get the Demon Soul Mirror. But the magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high, he never imagined that he would meet you. ”

Ye Chong held his breath and condensed, carefully observing every moment of the world around him, only to feel that the magic eye was getting bigger and bigger. It was as if he was exposed to broad daylight, under his gaze all the time.

"Don't hold your breath, what you breathe is your mind, and the demon won't notice it. Fan Wuwu reminded.

Ye Chong gradually relaxed his breathing and relaxed his mind, only to feel that the magic eye was becoming clearer and clearer, and there seemed to be a black flame burning in his pupils.

"Feel that magic eye carefully, and imagine you blinking and closing like him. ”

Ye Chong did as he said, slowly cooperating with the magic eye, once, twice, three times...... But it is not easy to keep his eyes open and close his eyes with others, he has tried thousands of times in a row, but it has always been difficult to match its frequency.

"Look at the look on his face, not the look in his eyes. Fan Wuwu said.

"Look?" Ye Chong seemed to have an understanding.

Gradually, he finally felt the emotion of the magic eye.

When it first opens its eyes, it seems to be alert and bright. But as time goes by, it gradually gets tired, just like a person dozing off, and when the eyelids are lowered to a certain angle, they will close their eyes and rest for a while, which is blinking.

MONOCULUS also has its own emotions, like a soldier standing guard, sometimes lazy. Sometimes the eyes are a little longer, sometimes they are shorter, but the length of time they blink is always the same.

Gradually, Ye Chong finally felt the moment of darkness, the moment of pause, the moment of time, the moment of passing through life and death.

Although it is only a blink of an eye, it is an eternal expectation.

Suddenly feeling a soft thrust coming from behind, Ye Chong's primordial spirit suddenly slipped into the cyan spiritual power bridge constructed by Fan Wuwu, and then stood still.

"It turns out that Mr. Fan has always been in touch with me, and I felt the moment of the magic eye. Ye Chong said in his heart.

Looking around, I saw spiritual power bubbling and flowing, the far end originating from the spatial boundary point at the canopy, and the near end being injected into a cyan vortex of spiritual power. The vortex was so grand that it seemed to be a deliberate flow.

"This is really Mr. Fan's spiritual power vortex. He only thought about it slightly, and a thought came from the vortex, and Fan Wuwu's image appeared in front of him, a huge abnormality. It's just that this image is like a curtain of water, constantly fluctuating and flowing, which is very weird.

Fan Wuwu smiled slightly: "I didn't expect you to be able to detect my primordial spirit, and my divine sense is really powerful." ”

Under Fan Wuwu's push, Ye Chong moved backwards along the spiritual power bridge for a distance every time he detected a gap in consciousness, gradually approaching the boundary point of space, and through its beating and shining light, he seemed to faintly see his sleeping back.

Ye Chongxin said: "I can finally go home." "I just feel that although I have only been here for more than a month, it seems that I have spent most of the year.

He was rejoicing to himself, when he suddenly heard a voice from the sky, like paper rubbing, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "Could it be that the demon is coming?"