In the polluted apocalypse, there are many dangers, and the rats that used to survive in the gutter have become fangs and teeth, and even the weak species such as ants have become extremely aggressive.

However, what Junlan and they are most afraid of is not these mutated snakes, insects, and plague, but zombies.

Because the predecessor of zombies is people.

And before these people mutated, they may be their blood relatives, or they may be their relatives and friends, neighbors...... Facing these familiar faces in the past, even if I knew in my heart that they had been infected, mutated, and no longer human, the knife in my hand still couldn't bear to aim at them.

If you are not careful, you will be bitten by these zombies, and you will become a zombie.

That's why zombies can't be killed.

Because every day, human beings are bitten by zombies because their hearts are not firm enough, and then they are infected, and then they become a member of the zombie army.

This level is the heart, the sect has made such an illusion, you don't have to think about it to know that the people standing with their backs to her on the opposite side must be people she is familiar with.

…… Who could it be?

Looking at the zombies on the other side, covered in blood, with their bodies tattered and twisted, and unable to distinguish their identities from their backs, Jun Lan's brain was racing rapidly, thinking about all possibilities.

She is an orphan, she has been very quiet since she was a child, after graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts, she directly became a full-time painter, and the work was all done at home, and she settled her home in the depths of the mountains, and she was a living person within a radius of more than ten miles, not even a neighbor.

It is no exaggeration to say that she basically has nothing of friends who can stop her from drawing a knife.

After sorting out these, Junlan was not in a hurry, she didn't have a sword with her now, so she swept around the craggy gravel under her feet, and picked a long stone with sharp edges and corners to shake her hand.

It was quiet all around, except for the "whirring" sound of the wind blowing in my ears, and the steady but powerful heartbeat of Junlan.

The zombies under the ruins seemed to smell the breath of humans and began to move.

They turned around slowly, with a pair of vertical striped pupils open, and looked at Junlan blankly.

Jun Lan also looked at them with wide eyes, but unlike Mu Ran in their eyes, Jun Lan's eyes were full of shock and surprise.

In the next moment, a mist gradually rose in her eyes.

She looked at the zombies on the other side through a layer of crystal mist, her eyes swept over the faces that were hideous, but she could vaguely distinguish their appearance, and whispered in her mouth: "Yu Ze, Er Fat, Grandpa Hua ......"

The zombies on the other side turned out to be her comrades-in-arms in the base!

They have fought side by side, lived and died together, and encouraged each other...... Grandpa Hua died to save her!

After a lifetime, through time and space, she didn't expect that she would be able to see her former comrades-in-arms again!

Jun Lan's originally relaxed expression suddenly tensed, and the mist in his eyes quickly gathered into teardrops, surging out!

And at the moment when tears welled up in Jun Lan's eyes, the zombies whose names she had called one by one were no longer blank in their pupils covered with vertical lines, and emotions began to float in them.

They staggered towards Junlan.

"Junlan."

"Xiao Lanlan!"

"Girl Lan, why are you crying, tell Grandpa Hua who bullied you, Grandpa Hua will help you get angry."

Familiar sounds keep coming to your ears.

Junlan's eyes were red, and tears were falling straight down, like beads with broken threads.

She choked up and whispered: "Grandpa Hua, Er Fat, Yu Ze, where have you been, I miss you so much......"

Then she lifted her feet, took a step, and walked straight to meet them, as if she was going to hug them in the next moment.

"Not good! She was bewitched by the illusion! ”

"Alas, the little girl looks like a very calm and self-contained person, how can she be confused by this little illusion!"

"Sect Master Qiu, have you increased the difficulty of the Water Moon Illusion?"

In the main hall of the Sect Alliance, anxious exclamations continued to sound.

Water Moon Illusion, as the name suggests, everything in the illusion is fake, it is an illusion woven according to the memories that the entrant cares about the most in his heart, and those who are not firm in heart can easily be bewitched.

And a person with an undetermined heart, no matter how talented he is, is not suitable for the path of cultivation, because such a person is easily corrupted by the inner demons, and the inner demons are the greatest natural enemies of the monks.

In a lifetime, it will be difficult to get rid of the demons, the light ones will hinder the path of cultivation, and the heavy ones can make people go mad and lose their humanity...... It is not for nothing that people have lost their lives because of this!

The cultivation resources inside the sect are definitely better than those outside, and if a person with a bad heart is allowed to enter the sect and enjoy the excellent cultivation resources, the sect is equivalent to raising tigers.

This is the meaning of the existence of the Water Moon Fantasy: to remove the inferior and retain the superior.

Although the little girl in the illusion is not very old, she has solved the big problem that has plagued the medical cultivators for many years as soon as she makes a move, and she herself is a mutated ice spirit root that is difficult to produce in a hundred years, such a good seedling, if she fails the mental assessment, it will be too tyrannical!

The heads of the various sects were anxious and distressed, and they didn't care about staring at the illusion anymore, so they all turned their heads to look at Qiu Ruxuan, the builder of the illusion, hoping to hear the answer from his mouth that the difficulty of the illusion had increased, so that they could have a reason to stop.

Spirit Rune Sect Sect Master Qiu Ruxuan shook his head decisively and said, "No! It's still the standard of previous years! The hand behind his back was clenched tightly, revealing the weakness of his heart.

The difficulty of the Water Moon Fantasy in this election is indeed the standard of previous editions.

But that was for the other disciples who were running for election.

And Jun Lanjin's Water Moon Fantasy Realm is more than twice as difficult as in previous years.

…… Fortunately, the illusion was built by him, and whatever he said was what he said, and no one else could see the strangeness.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ruxuan's heart was slightly calm, he straightened his back, solemnized, and said sadly: "Although this Jun girl has good talents, her character is really flawed...... It's a pity. ”

Therefore, it is normal for such a person to be unable to pass the test of the Water Moon Illusion.

From the beginning of the Zongmen Alliance election to the present, there are hundreds of years of history, but as a candidate, Jun Lan is still the first to dare to gamble in the general election.

For this, others are not dissatisfied at all, but this dissatisfaction cannot offset the talent displayed by Jun Lan, and later Jun Lan was tested to be a mutated ice spirit root that is difficult to produce in a hundred years, so everyone turned a blind eye and deliberately eliminated that dissatisfaction.

Now Qiu Ruxuan put this matter on the bright side, deliberately reminding everyone that Junlan has a dirty character.

Everyone was forced by him and had to face the matter.

There was silence in the main hall.

Even Shi Yue, who had been sitting lazily on the wide chair, sat up straight unconsciously, his eyes were solemn, and he stared at the light curtain without saying a word.

In the light curtain, Jun Lan was still walking forward without hesitation, his little face was full of tears, and his eyes were full of sadness...... Wait, sadness?

The more you raise your eyebrows.

Judging from the situation in the fantasy world, those evil people who describe horror should be relatives or friends of the little girl.

And the illusion wants to do something confusing, and in the eyes of the little girl, what she sees should be the appearance of her relatives and friends before their deaths.

In this case, the little girl should be crying with joy, how can there be sadness in her eyes?

Unless......

Thinking of that possibility, Shi Yue hurriedly moved his gaze to Jun Lan's hand.