Why?

It's really a good but difficult question to answer, to be honest, Han Chuang didn't know how to answer this question, and every time he wanted to make a sound, he found that the voice ended up stuck in the depths of his throat.

He tried to find a high-sounding reason for himself, and searched the whole brain, only to find that the so-called high-sounding was so high-sounding that even he himself could not deceive.

So, he was ready to tell the truth.

"To save one person, to save many. ”

Subconsciously, he glanced back at everyone, and everyone stood like sculptures, if it weren't for the slightly undulating chest, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a sculpture.

"What's wrong with them?" he asked again.

The old man smiled slightly, stared at him with a strange look, and after a while, he said, "Don't worry, they can't hear what we say." ”

"Is this a special function?" said Han Chuang.

"You can think so. The old man replied nonchalantly, as if such a mysterious scene was just a small skill of carving insects, or perhaps he was used to it.

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Okay, then are you satisfied with my answer?"

"Of course," the old man shook his head, "you tell the truth. ”

"So I passed?"

"You have one more question that needs to be answered. The old man laughed, and the deep wrinkles took over the whole face, making the already small eyes a dispensable ornament.

After a few seconds, the old man spoke: "One last question, what would you do if you were given this supreme treasure?"

Silent.

There was an eerie silence that suddenly appeared, like a trench between the two, no doubt a difficult question to answer, and in the face of a supreme treasure, it is inevitable that anyone will be moved, like a hungry man with a tempting cheese in front of him, and you can't control your heart and your own steps—at least most people will.

After a long time, the old man stared at Han Chuang, and Han Chuang also stared at the old man, and they couldn't tell what the emotion in each other's eyes was, whether it was encouragement, vigilance, or ferocity, or anger that tried to devour each other alive.

Who knows?

Like all unsolved mysteries, the eyes of the two people were filled with an inexplicable aura, and this aura was oppressive, and the oppressed person was breathless.

Answer. The old man was the first to break the silence, he got up politely, walked up to Han Chuang, and made a gesture of please.

His posture is elegant and capable, without the weakness of an ordinary old man; his posture is strong but not rickety, far from being like the previous one; although he is not tall and his shoulders are not broad, he seems to be integrated with the seventh-level pagoda behind him.

What a special feeling!

He was smiling, but not smiling, the obscure arc of his mouth like encouragement, like mockery, no more words, not even too many movements, but it felt aggressive.

Yes, he is aggressive, he stands there like all the "aggressive" in this world is not worth mentioning, yes, those are things that are not worth mentioning, things that should not exist in this world, waste paper that should be crushed and discarded into the abyss of hell.

- An absurd expression.

A drop of sweat dragged along the arc of his cheeks all the way to his chin, leaving a long line of water on the side of his face, like a road from heaven to region, and also symbolizing Han Chuang's mood at this moment - like falling into the abyss.

If he could be given another choice, he would probably refuse to enter this place, refuse to meet this old man, and refuse all the news and roots of the Linglong Pagoda, but there is no so-called regret medicine in this world, since the matter has come to this, there is no way to dodge, it is to sail against the current, and only to face the difficulties.

He took a deep breath, as if he had expelled the breath from reincarnation, leaving behind the courage and calmness that belonged to reality, and at this moment, his eyes were shining—sparkling.

"Believe it or not, I never thought I'd get the Linglong Pagoda. ”

The old man laughed again, as if encouraging, as if mocking.

"What about your ambitions?

"Don't tell me you don't have ambition, everyone has ambition, everyone will look after the treasure behind me, and you, it's like you're lying. ”

"No, I didn't!" Han Chuang said excitedly, "I'm not lying. ”

The old man turned around with a smile, leaving a meaningful back.

"Well, since you're not lying, then come up with some evidence, or say something, and let me see your heart. ”

Han Chuang didn't understand the meaning of the old man's words, he was even frozen, as if he couldn't control his body, his soul was out of the shell, looking at it in mid-air, and then he saw everyone's faces, and saw the hesitation and hesitation on everyone's faces, as if he was making some difficult choice.

In the end, Han Chuang saw his face, no different from those faces full of hesitation and hesitation, he saw that his pupils had lost focus, and his body was shaking and shaking.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a huge suction force emanated from his body, and his soul was forcibly pulled back into his body, and heavy gasps echoed in his ears, like a discordant music, unforgettable.

"Okay, tell me how you feel. ”

The old man's voice floated again, without fluctuation, calm as a pool of stagnant water.

The next moment, Han Chuang's eyes were full of firmness, unprecedented firmness.

"I never considered taking this treasure, I'm sure of that, and I didn't hide my ambitions, but I knew that such a treasure was not something I could have, and I knew what kind of person I was. ”

A smile hung on the old man's face, and at this moment, Han Chuang felt that it was a kind of encouragement, the encouragement hidden behind the faint threat, cold and gentle, two completely different emotions impacted his heart.

At this moment, the old man suddenly spoke: "Okay, you can go in." ”

Han Chuang raised his head differently and stared at him, a little surprised.

"What about them?" he asked, pointing to the still confused crowd behind him.

"They haven't understood, they haven't understood, so they're still confused. The old man's answer was confusing, but Han Chuang inexplicably felt that he must have understood the meaning, and he was ignorant of it afterwards, just like a child.

"Go inside, don't waste time. ”

The old man didn't give him more time to think, and with a wave of his right hand, the air in front of Han Chuang suddenly shook violently, and the next moment, a door appeared in front of him.

A torn door.

"Go in?" Han Chuang glanced at the old man, his tone was full of doubts, and with his eyes, he could naturally see that this suddenly unfolded gate was by no means a comfortable blessed land, and the air flow in the center was stirring, turning into a reverse whirlpool, and there were blue arcs flickering in the whirlpool, emitting a faint blue light from time to time.

He wasn't sure if he would survive if he entered, maybe the moment his body sank into the whirlpool, he would be pierced by a relentless arc of electricity and then twisted into pieces.

He didn't know if the vortex would lead to a treasure paradise or a hell of death.

So he hesitated, just before the whirlpool, and stopped.

"What? are you scared?" the old man suddenly spoke, his voice as if it had been coming out of the distant clouds, drifting for centuries before entering the world, full of etherealism that did not belong to the world.

Han Chuang was awakened by this ethereal, and subconsciously looked at the old man, "No one is not afraid," he said, "This is the place of life or death, you must at least let me know this." ”

"Hahaha. The old man raised his head and laughed, and suddenly his smile was closed, and he stared at Han Chuang with the general eyes of Jiuyou.

"What do you think?" he said, his voice like the wind of the Nine Shadows coming out of his teeth, like a cold ice pick chiseled into Han Chuang's cochlea.

Other than that, he was expressionless.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been frightened at this moment, but Han Chuang, who has experienced everything, is no longer the previous Wuxia Ameng, he is calm and objective, even in the face of strong pressure, he can suppress himself.

"I didn't know before I asked you. He replied, his voice equally devoid of emotion.

A difference flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he had never thought that Han Chuang would answer him in such a tone, perhaps he had become accustomed to the submissiveness of human beings, to the fear of others, and to putting himself in a high position.

As for equality?

It was something that had long been forgotten, like the sand that swept through his fingertips, and it was impossible to come back, but at this moment, he felt the emotion that should have been forgotten a long time ago, which was obviously full of incredulity.

"It's a dead land. He replied without hesitation.

Han Chuang laughed, sneering and cold.

"Linglong Pagoda is a dead place, right?"

"Not bad. The old man said, "Before you, for thousands of years, there were constantly young people trying to challenge this pagoda, and the final result—"

"All dead?"

"Yes, no one came out. ”

If none of the people who went in could come out alive, then it would not be an exaggeration to call this exquisite pagoda a place of death, but Han Chuang didn't think so.

"I know someone came out alive. ”

"Who. ”

"A man named Nie Delusion. ”

The old man sneered slightly, "I know him, he's a madman." ”

Han Chuang nodded and said, "He's indeed a madman, but he's out." ”

The old man shook his head and said, "He didn't go in at all, so how can he come out." ”

Han Chuang said: "He said he went in." ”

The old man sneered, "He's lying. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "But I don't think so. ”

The old man sneered, "Then you suspect me of lying?"

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "I don't think so either. ”

At this point, there was a sudden break, and an eerie silence resurfaced. After a long time, the old man took the lead in breaking the strange silence.

"In fact he never entered the pagoda, but he thought he did. ”

"Illusion?" Han Chuang wondered.

Illusion is a kind of alien art, mostly by deceiving people's eyes, to achieve the effect of confusing people, but most of them can only affect some martial artists who are not strong-minded.

Nie delusional?

Han Chuang didn't think he would be affected.

The old man sneered slightly, "I know what you're thinking, you don't think illusion can affect him, right?"

"That's right. Han Chuang replied without hesitation, "I am the most persistent madman I have ever met, and this kind of person will never be affected by the so-called illusion." ”

"You're half right. ”

"Oh?" Han Chuang shook his head, "I don't understand. ”

The old man smiled: "Ordinary illusion can only deceive people's eyes, at most it can deceive people's five senses, such illusions are indeed not worth mentioning for people with firm hearts, but the illusions in him are not simple illusions. ”

"I still don't get it. Han Chuang's brows furrowed.

If there really is such a powerful illusion, then what is the use of human beings practicing martial arts? No matter how high your martial arts are, you will never be able to escape the shackles of illusions, and you can only become a pathetic puppet.

"You don't understand that because you haven't experienced it, people in this world may have forgotten the horror of illusion," the old man's face was full of loneliness, "The real illusion is not the expression under the overpass, but the dagger that can easily kill people, sharp, sharp, and unstoppable." ”

The old man stared at Han Chuang, his voice paused slightly, and said: "He thought he had entered the pagoda, but in fact he did not; he thought he was only one step away from success, but in fact he had never stepped into a successful conversation; he thought he could, but in fact he never got my approval." ”

"Then whose illusion did he fall for!" Han Chuang asked

"Not me. The old man replied indifferently.

"Who's that?"

"The one at the top of the tower. ”

The wind is blowing, with a hint of obscure licorice, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the taste of seawater, because seawater is bitter, and if people are not very sensitive to taste, they will also smell a trace of seawater in licorice, not to mention a group of people who have just broken free from the illusion.

Two individuals, two pairs of eyes, stared at each other, their mouths slightly open in surprise, but they didn't make a single sound, their eyes were so wide as a brass bell, but there was always an inexplicable, incomprehensible chaos embedded in them, and no one knew what it meant.

Chen Chen, Nie Qingqing, in the end, only two individuals entered this unknown and dangerous realm, there is no doubt that they are lucky, but they are dangerous.

Both of them understood that the road ahead was not an easy one, but one that was dangerous, full of thorns, and even the end of the abyss—but there was only one way forward.

Yes, there was a road ahead, there were no clear signs and no obvious directions, but they knew which direction to go, it was just the direction, and there was a fog at the end.

After a long time, Chen Chen finally spoke: "What did he ask you?"

"I- I don't remember. Nie Qingqing's originally beautiful beauty was entangled, and her brows were furrowed, she forgot what had just happened.

This is a strange kind of "forgetting", the previous image does not seem to disappear, but it is impossible to describe it.

"Me too. Chen Chen said.

He suddenly realized that he could not remember what had just happened, and the old man had asked him what he had answered, and he had forgotten all about it.

"Damn," he slammed his fist into a pillar.

He was sure that they were already in the tower, as evidenced by the surrounding columns and the wooden staircase in front of them, but he couldn't understand why it was only him and Nie Qingqing who were left, and the others?

Just when his heart was most entangled, Nie Qingqing's voice floated in: "Where are they?

"I don't know, maybe—maybe I didn't pass the test. ”

"But it could also be scattered to different places. Nie Qingqing interrupted Chen Chen's words, "Obviously, it can't be just the two of us who have passed the test, there must be others, it's just they-"

She looked up and saw that there was a hazy mist around her, obscuring the distance, and there were a few columns nearby, a staircase leading upstairs, the occasional wind blowing, and no other sound.

"Strange, why is there wind?"

Chen Chen obviously felt this too, it is impossible to have wind in a confined space, and wind means that the space is not confined and there must be a passage at the end of the wind.

"What are we going to do now?, do you take the stairs?" Nie Qingqing asked

Chen Chen just wanted to speak, but suddenly thought of illusion, he didn't understand why he suddenly thought of this, like a flash of inspiration in his head, in short, he felt that the staircase was not safe.

"We went with the wind. ”

Nie Qingqing nodded. Not long after the two of them walked out, the stairs suddenly disappeared and turned into a passage, Chen Chen could clearly see that this was a dead end, with crossbows lined up on both sides and ropes under his feet.

As soon as they step into this passage, they will encounter the rope under their feet, and the rope will pull and draw the bow and crossbow, and then they will be pierced by ten thousand arrows.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Chen shuddered and woke up with a flash of inspiration.

As the daughter of the master of the mechanism, Nie Qingqing naturally knew something about the mechanism, she took a closer look, and then exclaimed: "It's incredible, this rope is a chilling silk, the legend can be immortal for thousands of years, the transmission effect and perception effect are the top, it is the top material in the mechanism, and it is also the material that my father dreamed of; ”

Chen Chen nodded, and continued: "The real power is to use illusions to cover up these mechanisms, and the people who set up the array have already calculated that we will be ignorant when we first enter the pagoda, so they deliberately arranged a staircase in the position we are able to reach to tempt us to be fooled." ”

"Who is the person who set up the illusion, could it be the old man?" Nie Qingqing asked.

Chen Chen shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it must not be him." He didn't understand why he said this, but he subconsciously felt that the old man could not be the culprit who arranged all this.

"Perhaps—"

Chen Chen didn't say anything, but Nie Qingqing had already guessed a thing or two, she smiled slightly, and said softly: "Okay, don't look any further, haven't you seen through the illusion? If the stairs are for us to trap, then the wind must be a hint." ”

"The wind can also be trapped. Chen Chen obviously disagreed with Nie Qingqing's opinion, after cracking the illusion, he even had some grass and trees.

Nie Qingqing shook his head and said: "Don't worry, the person who arranged these organs must be the masters of the organs in the ancient era, although my skills are incomparable to these masters, but the techniques are all connected, and if you are trapped, you must have a way to live." ”

"I don't understand. Chen Chen shook his head, "Isn't it better to be all dead ends?"

Nie Qingqing shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "This is the belief of our organ masters, the only way to escape, especially the ancient organ masters, they think that this is the only way to escape." ”