"It's good that my husband knows, I don't have to interfere with my husband's freedom, I'm just a little worried about my husband's safety." Ling Zhujun, who was relieved, felt that his tone just now might have been a little impulsive, and after apologizing, he left with Nian Hong.

She hurried back because she was afraid that Wu Chong would be harmed, and now after confirming that Wu Chong was not in danger, her heart was relieved.

Clan Uncle Ling Tianyang has been solved, and there are still many troubles to deal with in the future. This time, Ling Zhujun was ready to grab all the power in his hands and never allow anything like that to happen again.

Seeing off Ling Zhujun, Wu Chong returned to the courtyard.

Close your eyes and enter the world of knowing the sea again. The world of black and white appeared before his eyes. After the first experience, Wu Chong was already proficient in entering and exiting this world.

He looked down and saw a ring of black weeds wrapped around his legs.

The weeds he had 'promoted' before had now swelled to a height of more than three meters, and the wood-grained white fire had become extremely vigorous, beginning to frantically erode everything around him. The flames representing the grape trellis had been swallowed by it, and the dragon-like roots were rolling wildly in the courtyard, devouring all the white flames that could be seen.

The black that climbed on Wu Chong's calf was the root of this weed.

After devouring the other white fires in the courtyard, this guy actually targeted him, in a vain attempt to digest Wu Chong, a lit 'benefactor'.

This way of repaying the favor is really unique!

The average person can't bear it.

Wu Chong raised his right foot, and the sound of leather bands breaking came out. He walked over and grabbed the first weeds and lifted them up.

In an instant, the black roots of the entire courtyard were agitated.

They circled around like pythons, trying to defend their bodies. Wu Chong's arm grasping the weed body was even more entangled in dense black roots.

"The backlash of breaking the boundaries of life?"

Sensing the tree root's move to physically destroy him, Wu Chong's palm suddenly burned with a white and cold flame.

The flame of contemplation.

The flames spread rapidly, and in a terrible scream, all the black roots in the courtyard were set on fire. The flame of white cold has no temperature, and in this world of knowing the sea, there is no concept of temperature.

After a few moments, the flames burned out.

One by one, the roots of the tree, which had lost their energy, fell to the ground and turned into white powder.

When the black is burned out, all that is left is gray and white.

Wu Chong's mind moved, and he returned to the real world again.

When he woke up, he immediately looked at the grape trellis in the courtyard. In the world of Zhihai, the grape trellis has been devoured by weeds. But in the real world it's still growing normally, green.

After Wu Chong attached the 'knowledge' to it, he quickly noticed the difference.

The grape trellises that seem to be vigorous are no longer vigorous. It's just that the feedback of the real world is not as fast as that of the conscious world, and this 'death' has a long process, which is determined by the distance of the sea of knowledge.

Wu Chong lowered his gaze to the weeds under his feet again.

The weeds next to the deck chairs were greener, and the surrounding land was much darker. An abnormal weed, and drops of crystal clear dew appeared on the leaves.

It's already afternoon, and there's no rain in the air, so how can there be dewdrops?

Twisting a drop of dew with his fingers, Wu Chong found that it was filled with rich vitality.

Like the grape trellises, although the weeds were burned to death by him, the energy collected before death did not disappear. After still converging on its true body, these dewdrops are the energy that is fed back from the world of knowing the sea. To confirm this speculation, Wu Chong uprooted the weeds.

It was found that its roots had indeed begun to decay.

For plants no bigger than grape trellises, feedback from weeds comes faster.

"Knowing the sea affects the truth, and the surface world affects the inner world"

Wu Chong's eyes flickered.

He understood the method by which the silhouette had attacked him earlier. Now that you've figured it out, the next step is to settle the score.

Close your eyes and return to the world of knowing the sea.

Wu Chong walked out of his yard and glanced outside. As far as the eye could see, it was blurry and dizzy. The farther part that can be seen with normal sight is not possible here, and the vision is distorted here. Wu Chong's current body was all 'delusional' by him with his own energy.

"Whoever strikes, there will be traces."

Wu Chong raised his hand and looked at his palm, which he used to crush the silhouette's head during the last encounter. I didn't understand the logic of knowing the sea before, so he ignored it, but now I look at it again, and I really found a different place.

Under the gaze, a thin vein appeared on the palm of the hand, which was extremely normal in the outside world. These lines have begun to fade, and if you don't look closely, it won't take long for them to disappear.

"Found it."

Wu Chong grabbed a vein, and with a pull, he sensed a fluctuation in the distance. Just like the previous weed fibrous root, this vein is also a kind of 'root'.

He walked in the direction.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, Wu Chong suddenly felt a difference.

The outside world is not Luming County, which is a projection of the real world, but a fantasy floating in a pure black ocean. The occasional white debris in the black water represents the node of the sea.

Feet on top of the black water, soft.

Man did not sink.

Wu Chong tugged at the veins in his hand and found that the source was still ahead.

After walking for about ten minutes, the familiar fluctuations appeared. Wu Chong stopped, and here was a white bamboo raft floating in the middle of the island.

"Ahem, my father is dying."

"Save him, you must save him!!"

A noisy voice came from outside, and Wu Chong's eyes looked down. The sea of knowledge was surging, and suddenly a whirlpool-like projection appeared. In this projection, he saw an antique room. The area where the scene is located is a side room, and two men and a woman stand next to it, and they are the ones who started the argument just now.

There was a man lying on the sickbed.

The man was dry and bone-covered, as if he was about to die.

The veins in his hand are frozen here, through the swirl projection, all the way to the hospital bed outside.

"Found it!"

A smile appeared on Wu Chong's face.

The right hand swelled violently, and the pitch-black color covered the arm, and he pinched it with one hand at the dying old man on the sickbed outside.

Attack from the world of knowing the sea!

The first two times, this guy took care of him like this.

"How daring!!"

On the sickbed, the old man who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of essence burst out from the corpse-like eye hole.

The light pierced the sky, broke the shackles of the world, and directly saw Wu Chong in the sea of knowledge.

Unlike Wu Chong, an outsider, for Silhouette, Zhihai is what he created and his base camp. He could detect any fluctuations in it at the first time, which was why Wu Chong took action directly after finding the source.

Fake and fictitious things are useless.

Revenge head-on is the choice of the top, otherwise playing games with others in other people's home stadiums, no number of lives are enough to lose.

(End of chapter)