Even if the foundation has been established, at this moment, Chen Shaoan's forehead is still oozing with fine cold sweat.

The previous memories were flowing rapidly in his mind, and he wanted to find out when he had an abnormality from them.

This sudden sense of horror and fear is too terrifying.

Because I don't know when I'm going to enter this abnormal state.

No

There is no here,

None of them.

Grunt...

Chen Shao'an's mind was completely immersed in the details of his previous memories, but after searching his memories dozens of times, he couldn't find any points.

"Young Master An, what's wrong with you." Uncle Zhang's voice came from the house, waking Chen Shaoan up.

Looking at the somewhat deserted house in front of him, Chen Shao'an had a feeling that he couldn't move his legs at this time.

Calm down a little, Uncle Zhang walked around inside, and there was nothing abnormal.

I guess that's fine.

Thinking of this, Chen Shaoan took a deep breath and walked in.

There is a thick dust on the ground, and every footprint is very clear, and after looking carefully, Chen Shaoan can be sure that there is no sign of the footprints that he came in before.

It is not difficult to guess that perhaps the 'house' that I entered earlier was not this room.

When I walked to the study, I took a closer look and saw that the placement of the tables and chairs, including the books on the shelves, was still exactly the same as before.

After a little hesitation, Chen Shaoan took out the Mongolian reading book from the bookshelf again and opened it to check it.

Seeing the handwriting of the fifth brother inside, Chen Shaoan was slightly relieved.

This is enough to show that there is no problem with my memory, the problem is that just now, I entered a place.

"Young Master An, what are you doing?" Uncle Zhang's voice was a little puzzled next to him.

Chen Shao'an's heart trembled, and he was almost frightened.

Turning his head to look at Uncle Zhang, he saw that Uncle Zhang was looking at the Mengxue reading materials in his hand with some doubts.

Chen Shao'an asked tentatively: "Uncle Zhang, who left these books?" ”

Uncle Zhang looked at it, the confusion in his eyes became even stronger, and asked, "Young Master An, what kind of book?" ”

At this moment, Chen Shao'an didn't notice the problem, and subconsciously raised the Mengxue reading material in his hand, and gestured: "That's it." ”

However, the next moment Uncle Zhang's words made Chen Shaoan feel that his cold hair was about to explode.

"Young Master An, you're going to joke with me, Young Master An obviously doesn't have anything in his hands."

With a wry smile, Uncle Zhang thought that Young Master An was playing tricks on him, just like Miss Feng.

Chen Shao'an stabilized his mind, thought for a while, and threw the book directly on the ground, bringing up a large cloud of dust.

The sunlight coming in from the window makes the dust very conspicuous, and the sound of books hitting the ground.

He looked at Uncle Zhang's eyes carefully, but found an extremely terrifying reality.

That's everything produced by books, and Uncle Zhang doesn't have any perception here.

Even his pupils didn't flicker for half a minute.

Normally, when things like sound and dust appear, people's perspectives will subconsciously look at it.

Chen Shaoan can be sure that Uncle Zhang is definitely not pretending, he really didn't 'hear' or 'see' it.

It's like, for Uncle Zhang, all the perceptions brought by this book are distorted and blocked.

After thinking about it, Chen Shaoan had more ideas.

He picked up the book, controlled the strength, and smashed it directly on Uncle Zhang's body, making him take a few steps back before he stood firm.

This must be perceived, right?

However, Chen Shao'an was slightly shocked to find that even if he had already suffered the impact, he didn't seem to have any perception.

"Young Master An is still satisfied with this house, I'll call someone to clean it later."

"It's just that it's a little late today, and I'm afraid that the people won't be able to clean it, so they can only come and live tomorrow."

Even if Chen Shao'an's movements are very strange, Uncle Zhang's state is even more strange.

It's like the weirdness of Chen Shao'an dancing here, in Uncle Zhang's opinion, it's normal?

Chen Shaoan frowned, at this moment, Uncle Zhang's influence seems to be inconspicuous, but in fact it is extremely exaggerated, and even his normal thinking ability has a feeling of being distorted.

"No need Uncle Zhang, I'll just come over and have a look."

"You go ahead and get busy, I'll stay here for a while."

Chen Shaoan asked Uncle Zhang to leave, basically an ordinary person, in this somewhat weird environment, it was too easy to pass away.

Uncle Zhang didn't think much about it, and after saying that he would arrange someone to come over to clean up tomorrow, he left.

After Uncle Zhang left, Chen Shaoan picked up the Mengxue reading book on the ground and looked at the thick stacks of books on the shelf.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he suddenly found that these books, which others can't see, are a very good thing.

Books are still like this, if you can find some sharp weapons or the like, wouldn't it kill people invisibly?

Ecstasy flashed in Chen Shaoan's eyes.

A weapon with its own distorted shielding perception is simply a cheating existence.

If this book is a sword, when you pierce into the enemy's body, you can't perceive it or not, and even your senses will be distorted.

But from a material point of view, these things are real.

Then the other party will not even know how to die.

However, Uncle Zhang is an ordinary person, so he just doesn't know if it has an effect on cultivators.

Thinking of this, Chen Shaoan patted the dust on the book, and planned to go to the third brother to try it.

If the third brother can't see it, it means that there is a lot to do.

With the book in hand, Chen Shaoan walked out of the door and prepared to go directly to the third brother.

It's just that the moment he stepped out of the door, Chen Shaoan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large green mass standing on the wall.

Turning his head to look, he saw Chen Shaoxin standing on the wall, looking at himself, and then laughed wildly.

"If you can see it, I know you can see it, hahaha!!"

As he spoke, a large number of tentacles continued to squirm and gush out of Chen Shaoxin's body, and more than a dozen viscous tentacles of different lengths drilled out from his legs, arms, chest, and back.

Chen Shaoan's pupils shrank.

He clearly saw that these tentacles had torn through the clothes on Chen Shaoxin's body.

This is not the formation of spiritual power, but the real, tentacles that appear in the real world.

Subconsciously, Chen Shao'an's hand was ready to touch the clan elder Ling in his arms.

At this time, there can be no hesitation.

Hey?

There was a different feeling in my hand.

Chen Shao'an looked down, and saw that the dust on the Mongolian reading book had all disappeared, as if it was brand new.

When his eyes turned, the scene in the next room came into view.

It's clean and dusty.