The wizards who were knocked down by Teng Yunshen got up from the ground one by one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He shattered their bones and completely deprived them of the ability to resist. And such damage is not a big trouble for wizards. As long as they have time - as they are - they will be able to recover.

Teng Yunshen waited patiently for the sorcerers who had palpitations to tell their stories over and over again. He didn't worry that they were aware of it, like frightened birds. As long as he hid in the shadow world, unless another wizard of the Fourth Order was also a shadow puppet mage, they would not be able to catch up with him—and they would not be able to keep up with the fugitives.

Which side was the one he was supposed to help? The unanswered question still haunted him. He recalled the faces of the fugitives. Are they bad guys? panicked, embarrassed, and don't look like good guys, more like thieves on the run. However, if it were him in such a situation, he probably wouldn't be arrogant, right?

Wizards are more terrible than the police. They executed their enemies without trial. Whether it's a bad wizard or a good wizard, it's all the same.

Teng Yunshen was one of them - he was a little uneasy to realize this.

He wanted to be a decent person. Just like his parents, although poor, they have a good reputation, and their distant relatives and neighbors trust them.

However, he is just a killer, wiping out one life after another in the silent darkness. There were no judges, no juries, no lawyers, no witnesses, no auditoriums, just a pair of hands that couldn't wait to grab the enemy's throat.

Teng Yunshen turned his neck anxiously. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen - someone grabbed him by the neck.

The young wizard still remembers the fear that soaked his bones when he was alone in the train. At one time, he thought it was an exaggeration to associate fear with cold. And when the helpless darkness completely engulfed him, he finally understood that it was only a gentle statement.

There were needles in his breath, and every breath was like an arrow piercing his heart, and that was the real fear.

Now, the Black Sword Society wizards he was afraid of had become less fearful, but the fear was still there, and the fear was still real.

Teng Yunshen continued to reminisce and continue to sink in the past.

He seemed to be back in the dark hallway, unable to move or retreat. It's just that he can face the fears of the past from a stronger perspective at the moment.

It's like cold water. Teng Yunshen walked into the embrace of the sea step by step. After the initial trembling, warmth gradually came up. Isn't that like a shadow? Even without supernatural connections, deep fear is often a shadow that is inseparable from your life. You have to face it, you have to overcome it, not forget it. After you step on the soles of your feet, you will thrive.

Teng Yunshen lifted his shadow, and it turned into fear under his concentration. Teng Yunshen shifted his position slightly, and got another shadow under the light moonlight, and he filled in his fear.

The Shadow of Dread stood up like an inflated balloon toy.

Teng Yun glanced deeply at the wizards, who were still in place, unaware of his peeping. Teng Yunshen cautiously burrowed into the shadow of fear.

He had learned a little about the Phantom's qualities in a few battles. The Phantom worn on the body is different from the empty Phantom, even if it is full of emotion, the Phantom still lacks substance, and the bonding with the flesh and blood will cause a wonderful mystical effect......

Teng Yunshen shook his arm, and found that the phantom had not brought any significant changes. The phantom hid him, but the emotional color exposed him, which was not even as good as a bland shadow.

He sheds the shadow of fear. It stood a stone's throw away, fear squeezing his nostrils almost in the form of a scent.

Teng Yunshen thought of his neck again. What kind of associations do people put on their necks? Teng Yunshen thought of ...... Guillotine, decapitation, death.

People tend to pay less attention to this part of the neck. It stays in the shadows cast by its three-dimensional face, and it is lackluster. The neck of a beautiful girl is naturally appreciated, it is a slender work of art. Still, people prefer to admire their faces. The neck is always missing a distinct personal mark. There are many beautiful words that people can use to sing about the neck of a beautiful woman, but who can really make the difference between the neck and the neck?

Teng Yunshen's inspiration shone brightly in the fear of death.

Beheading is one of the oldest methods of execution in a bygone era. In fact, it was not the head that was really cut off, but the neck. The executioner's machete, the guillotine's guillotine, simply cut off the connection between the visible body and the invisible spirit, and opened the door to life and death. And the humble neck is the sustenance of this connection. Dividing it in two is equivalent to showing death in its most intuitive form. It perpetuates life and connects to nothingness.

It's just ...... Channel. A water pipe, a wire, to send water to flowers, to send electricity to table lamps. It is unknown, even if it is the neck of a peerless beauty, it does not enjoy the treatment of a solo photo. It doesn't seem to do anything. This part is known to be very important, and it is fragile to guard the whole body. But, as mentioned earlier, it is lackluster.

However, the independence of the neck is so irreplaceable.

Hands and feet can be replaced with prostheses or transplanted from others. It's indispensable, but people still put it in a jar and soak it in a solution......

In the end, only the neck remains, and its meaning is life, which seems to be life itself. It doesn't even belong to you who once owned it.

Teng Yunshen imagined the shape of his neck. Water droplets, electric light, sparks. A new real name leaped in his heart.

He blew and withdrew from the poetic loftiness. He turned his focus back to the Shadow of Fear. The phantom glows with a strange sheen, like a crystal clear glow-in-the-dark cup.

Teng Yunshen pushed the phantom towards the pale goblin. Syllable. The shadow of fear shattered at the slightest touch, and the magic spread, rolling up a strange and eerie atmosphere.

He narrowed his eyes at the dust that had risen from the folds of the bark over the years. Is that...... Sound. Blind bats are broadcasting, conveying the subtle ups and downs.

Teng Yunshen carefully observed the dust that was sprinkled around, hoping to find something. However, it was at this time that the wizards ended their short break and prepared to leave. He had to stop digging into the mysteries of the Shadow of Fear.