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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. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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 burst out laughing, and the deep wrinkles took over the entire face, making it impossible to tell whether it was laughing or crying.

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

Silent.

A strange silence suddenly appeared, like a trench between the two, after a long time, the old man stared at Han Chuang, and Han Chuang also stared at the old man, they couldn't tell what the emotion in each other's eyes was, was it encouragement, vigilance, or ferocity?

Who knows?

Like all unsolved mysteries, it is filled with an inexplicable aura, and this aura is oppressive, and the oppressive person is 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, he is strong but not rickety, his spirit is not sluggish, although his body is not high, but it seems to be integrated with the seventh-level pagoda behind him.

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.

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 the 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, refuse all the news of the Linglong Pagoda, all the roots, but there is no so-called regret medicine in this world, and since the matter has come to this, there is no way to avoid it.

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've never considered taking this treasure, I'm sure of that, and I'm trying to hide my ambitions, but I know that such a treasure is not something I can have. ”

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 the old man.

"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 young people who tried 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. ”