Looking at the ancient city that suddenly appeared in front of him, Yuan Zhisheng's first reaction was that he had fallen into a hallucination.

He stood motionless, and the people in ancient clothes who passed by him all looked at him in amazement.

"Mama, you see how strange he is dressing." The girl holding a string of sugar gourds in her hand was held in the arms of an old woman, pointing at Yuan Zhisheng and said.

The old woman glanced up and down at Yuan Zhisheng, and smiled, "Let's stay away from this kind of person."

After the old and the young left, Yuan Zhisheng vigilantly looked around, and the keel state also quietly opened, because everything here was too real.

The smell of grass wafted from the dung left by the ox-drawn carts, the soldiers defending the city breathed evenly, checking everyone who entered the city one by one, the irregular clouds in the sky gradually drifted away with the wind, the sun was sometimes dazzling and sometimes disappeared under the cover of the clouds, and the wind blew the childish black trench coats, some of which were indescribably comfortable.

Looking at the towering city walls of the secluded capital, Yuan Zhisheng had to sigh, this illusion was too strong.

For the spirit that can produce hallucinations, it is not uncommon for Yuan Zhisheng to encounter them, but those hallucinations only constitute some kind of object, such as ghosts and gods, and corpses.

Directly constructing a world, Gen Zhisheng has only seen one person can do it, the head of the Eight Snake Families: Uesugi Eri.

Ever since Eri woke up, although her speech has become strange, every time Genjisheng sees each other, she is pulled into some cartoon world.

"Eri, is that you?" Yuan Zhisheng stood in place and asked.

"Stop playing, my brother has something to do now."

Syllable!

A whip went straight to Gen Zhisheng's back, and the hot pain made him look back.

The man on the red horse couldn't see his face clearly in the sunlight, and said in a rough voice, "Fuck, you're blocking your father's way?"

"If Lao Tzu wasn't in a good mood today, he would have chopped you up with a knife."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the man, did not get angry, but continued to repeat: "Eri, stop playing, my brother is really in trouble."

"What?" The man puts his hand close to the pinna.

"Be obedient, my brother will take you Disney when the time comes." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

"It turned out to be a madman." The man understood and said to him, "Is there a good mouth, the clothes are a little exotic."

"Forget it, Lord Yu, it's the most important thing to go to Lord Wei to get back to your life." A man with an erhu in his hand gave up his hand, "Now the world is in chaos, I don't know when there will be a fight."

"That's right." The man surnamed Yu nodded.

The group rode their horses and whips in the secluded city, and when they arrived at the city gate, the man surnamed Yu shouted to the soldiers guarding the city: "Prison Heaven Division!"

When the soldiers heard this, they quickly knelt down and saluted.

Watching the group of people gradually disappear, Yuan Zhisheng touched his back, and the warm and fishy red liquid couldn't help but make him frown.

The injury also looks extremely realistic.

Seeing this, he didn't dare to continue standing in place, if it weren't for Eri's illusion but the enemy's, it would have been dangerous just now.

Yuan Zhisheng walked to the gate of the city, but when he tried to enter, the soldiers stopped in front of him.

"Boy, what are you doing in the secluded capital?"

"I ......" Yuan Zhisheng just wanted to answer, but after thinking about it, the other party's sentence might be some kind of mechanism or something, so he didn't answer.

Everything in this illusion, Yuan Zhisheng is not ready to respond.

"Let's solve the problem." Yuan Zhisheng said that he did come to solve the problem, but to solve the group of people.

"It turned out to be an adult." All the soldiers knelt again.

Yuan Zhisheng ignored it and walked straight to the secluded city, and through the dim city gate, more people appeared in front of him.

The black-tiled wooden pillared houses are separated on both sides of the street, and the shouts of various vendors are endless.

Seeing such a complicated scene, Yuan Zhisheng leaned against the city wall, he didn't dare to go to the lively market, in case there was any trap, he couldn't tell it.

Yuan Zhisheng was in place all afternoon, passing by him all the way

, some looked at him twice, and more galloped into the city, and many people selling things on the street died under the hooves of horses.

The sun turned from white to red, the clouds on the horizon were like dancing flames, and the people in the houses opened their doors and sat on the thresholds to look at the lively street.

As the darkness grew, more and more lanterns were hung on the right side of the house, and people in strange costumes went out into the street and began to dance strange dances.

The man had a vicious face on his face, his feet were in the shape of a crab, and after jumping, he landed with his left foot and slapped the small flower drum at his waist with his right hand.

Winter ~ Winter Winter ~ Winter ~

"Wow~!"

The leader roared in a majestic voice and stuck out his tongue around his lips.

Yuan Zhisheng noticed that the man's tongue had many tiny fleshy spines, like a small mace made of meat.

Not only the person in charge, but the bodies of these people are a little different from ordinary people, the people who wear two masks in front of and behind actually have eyes and facial features in the front and back masks, and some insects fly out of the ears of the people with gold foot rings on their feet from time to time.

"Outsiders, huh?"

Just when Gen Zhisheng was surprised, a hoarse and unpleasant voice shook his eardrums.

Yuan Zhisheng looked to the right, and the old lady, who was only as tall as his waist, was looking at the group of people like him, and the light was shining on the wrinkled face, which looked layered.

Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng didn't reply to him, the old lady said to herself, "This is called a puppet play, and it is something that we and God want to reward."

"I don't know what's going on lately, my dead wife suddenly came back to life, and there are many outsiders like you in the city from time to time, and last time I just squatted down, a man appeared in front of me, but it scared people to death."

[In view of the general environment,

"The man still has a talking magic weapon in his hand, and his voice sounds a little special." The old lady recalled, and learned in a hoarse voice, "Hey, young~Da Mei."

"Do you know Da Mei?"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't know how to answer after hearing this, it stands to reason that he had fallen into illusion, but this is obviously not the case now.

"Did I cross over?" He's seen some light, but never taken them seriously, just read them when he's bored to relax and relax his mind.

He stood up, he couldn't be sure if he crossed or not, but if he stayed here any longer, Gen Zhisheng was very sure that he would die.

Because he was so hungry.

He still maintains his keel state after not eating for a day, and even as a super hybrid, he is a little unbearable.

"Grandma." Yuan Zhisheng spoke, "Is there any place to eat here?"

"Do you have any money?" The old lady asked.

"Yes" Yuan Zhisheng took out two 10,000 yuan bills from his pocket.

"I knew it." The old lady looked at the two yen with a fixed face, "You are useless here, it may be your money from the countryside, and you can recognize gold here."

"Or you'll take the two knives in your hand." The old lady pointed to the spider cut and the boy cut in Yuan Zhisheng's hand, "Why don't you go home with me and eat."

Looking at the two knives in his hand, Yuan Zhisheng had no choice but to choose to go with the old lady.

After he left, the people who danced the opera jumped on the ground and looked in the direction where Yuan Zhisheng was walking.