Rong Hui had the queen's invitation on his body, and was regarded as a guest by the people in the city, and the city lord brought a group of minions to ask for warmth.

The river god screamed louder than louder, and the unwilling resentful spirit was instantly divided and eaten by everyone.

From the moment he entered the dream capital, Ronghui was highly vigilant.

After being invited into the City Lord's Mansion, Rong Hui fainted inexplicably.

When I woke up again, I was already in the magnificent palace.

At the same time, Rong Hui found that his spiritual power had been lost, and he became an ordinary mortal in an instant.

"Teji, are you awake?"

Rong Hui heard a crisp call.

A palace maid dressed in palace clothes and looking ordinary came here.

She was followed by a pair of twelve little palace maids.

Everyone lowered their hands and bowed their heads, holding all kinds of toiletries in their hands, standing quietly in place, as if waiting for Rong Hui to give orders.

Tiji?

Rong Hui's eyes froze.

Where is this?

Is it a second illusion?

This is still the first time Rong Hui has entered the illusion realm, and he has lost all his spiritual power.

She looked at them quietly.

The costumes of these people are very different from those of Middle-earth.

Most of the imperial princes and nobles in Middle-earth were dressed in silk.

And most of them are dressed in linen, and the costumes are bright, and each of them wears a veil on his face.

Due to the loss of spiritual power, Rong Hui couldn't see through the faces of the people under the veil.

"Come here, give this seat... Palace washing. ”

Rong Hui seemed to have returned to the time before he was valued by his master and brought back to the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion.

At that time, he was still the emperor who moved the world.

Danzhu, the maid at the head, picked up a basin of water and put it on the ivory carved dresser, she looked at Rong Hui who was dressed in obscene clothes and pants, and exclaimed: "The emperor is so beautiful. ”

"Is it still fake beauty?"

Rong Hui's words were thorny, and the maid's heart was cold.

Danzhu waited for Rong Hui to put on and left with an injured face.

Before closing the door, the watery eyes were so aggrieved that she cried out and sobbed in a low voice: "What's the matter today, Emperor Ji lost her temper early in the morning." ”

"Emperor Ji is going to marry the prince of Canglan Kingdom tomorrow, I don't know when I will be able to return to my homeland, the person who has accompanied her all her life is a cruel and unkind person who has never met before, and it is natural for Emperor Ji to be angry in her heart. ”

Rong Hui picked up the rouge on the table and heard the whispers outside, guessing his identity.

Yesterday, in order to save the two elders of the Imperial Beast Sect, she came to the Dream Capital City alone.

When I woke up again, I became an unknown emperor.

Clearly, she was in a hallucination.

The illusion of the weaver has entered the ultimate realm.

If you want to leave the illusion, you must first understand what the master of the illusion does.

I have lost all my spiritual power, and I can't be impatient, and I can take one step at a time.

"Click. ”

While thinking about it, Rong Hui came across a white rouge box, and a dark compartment popped up on the dresser.

Rong Hui pulled out a wet codex from the dark compartment.

The white cover of the codex welcomes nine bloody handprints, the lines of the handprints are exactly the same, the strength and direction are different, and there are nine styles.

Rong Hui didn't open the codex for the first time to see the contents, she put away the codex and said coldly: "Come on, the dresser in the palace is dirty,"

The palace maid who was guarding the door heard the news.

When Rong Hui asked her to wipe off the rouge on the dresser, her face turned pale, and she knelt down directly with tears in her eyes: "Emperor Ji, where did the slave not do well to make Emperor Ji unhappy?"

Please forgive the slave for the sake of the slave who has served the emperor for many years without merit and hard work!"

The palace maid's head slammed heavily on the ground, and the clanging sound made the hearts of the people outside the door tremble.

Rong Hui thoughtfully asked the palace maid to leave, and then called Danzhu in.

Danzhu's face was embarrassed, she clenched her pale lips, her eyes flashed with the generosity of death and righteousness, and she rolled up her veil and swept away the rouge powder on the dresser.

Danzhu's fingers lit clusters of burning flames.

When she wiped the dresser clean, the entire palm of her right hand had turned into charcoal, as if she had wiped not a dresser but a hot iron plate!

Rong Hui was shocked, she just wanted to verify whether the codex in the dark grid was placed by someone in the illusion.

One was so frightened that he lost his face.

One hand was charred.

And he is safe and sound.

"Alright. Rong Huiguang waved his sleeves, "Go down and recuperate well." ”

Danzhu looked at the charred palm, tears of grievance flashed in her eyes, she endured the pain of the fire, saluted and ran out of the dormitory.

If Rong Hui hadn't heard the heart-rending cry outside the door, he would have almost thought that the people in the illusion were unconscious.

After Rong Hui ordered that no one should be disturbed, he opened the codex full of bloody handprints.

The person who left this codex has no name or surname, and Rong Hui tentatively calls it: Anonymous.

*year*month*s

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been greedy and told the river god that I dropped the golden sword.

I just want to get the golden sword and go back to my elderly mother to exchange it for cash to let her spend her old age in peace, there is really no intention of gambling again!

Please believe me this time!"

Rong Hui looked at the first line of comments that appeared on the first page.

The handwriting was crooked, and it looked as if his arm had been badly injured, and the handwriting was sloppy, and there were dots of blood red around it, most likely the blood he had shaken out as he trembled under the severe pain.

Eight different handwritings appear below.

"It's not the third gambler, we will be trapped in this ghost place?! There is a first time, there is a second time, and he must not be allowed to do it again, whether everyone raises their hands to execute him! I practice hard every day is not convenient for him to go to the casino to be happy!"

This handwriting is crisp and neat, the pen is sharp, it looks like a ruthless character, and his identity is a sword cultivator.

"The third brother also thinks about his mother, and I think he is wrong. ”

The handwriting seems to have been written by a child who has just learned to write, and the traces of imitation are extremely serious.

"It's not annoying to be noisy or noisy, it's up to you to kill or not, I'm going to sleep. ”

Judging by the handwriting, she is very bothered.

There was fat powder left on this blood stain, which showed that it was happy to dress up, giving Rong Hui the illusion that she was going to sleep for beauty sleep.

"Xiao Jiu, you are still young, you don't know how to gamble with a stick, it's not that the third child is greedy, we can be trapped in the dream capital? ”

He admired the boss very much, and drew a love mark on the words he left, and also drew one on the boss's place, exactly the same, and his identity was a painter.

"It's so cruel to kill!" a handsome handwriting appeared, "But the third child is too much this time! I am in favor of cutting off the troubles, swallow him, and we will become stronger!"

Seeing this, the image of a ruthless girl appeared in Rong Hui's mind.

"What Xiao Liu said is extremely true, you kill, I will deal with the aftermath, and ensure that the lord of the fantasy capital will not notice any vision. The sixth handwriting carried a smell of medicine, "The power of medical cultivation is not only healing, I am better at handling corpses." ”

This identity is self-evident, medical practice.

Rong Hui was very curious about what this person had experienced, and he could actually divide nine personalities into one body.

The remaining two identities are the emperor and the watchman.

At the end of the first page, there are eight red figures and one black figure, and the black figures represent gamblers who are divided and eaten by the other eight personalities.

Rong Hui turned three pages in a row, and finally figured out the identity of the various personalities of the person who wrote the codex.

The boss is a sword cultivator with extraordinary qualifications, the backbone of the nine personalities.

The second is a change of people.

The third is a gambler and is dead.

The fourth is the flower fang oiran, who suffers from narcolepsy and rarely appears.

The fifth is a painter who worships the boss and is good at Danqing portraits.

The sixth is a ruthless sword cultivator girl, punishing evil and promoting good, and the third is an old enemy, eager to let him die on the spot, and he is also the deputy personality who is most in favor of eating the third personality.

Lao Qi is a highly skilled medical practitioner.

The eighth is the emperor of a country, the flower of Kaolin.

The only one who intercedes is the youngest person is an ignorant child.

On the first night of Anonymous's arrival, the other eight personalities in his body killed the Gambler personality, and all the personalities teamed up to discuss how to escape from the Dream Capital.

Judging from the codex, Anonymous and Rong Hui have inexplicably become the emperor who is about to make peace with the enemy.

In order to protect the safety of other personalities, the anonymous first personality controlled his body and waited to see what happened, intending to fight his way out of the siege after marrying the prince of the enemy country, and died a tragic death inexplicably.

"She's the strongest enemy I've ever seen! I'm so vulnerable in front of her out of my body, she's a madman, everyone run!"

The blood letter left by the boss scares the other seven personalities.

What makes them even more desperate is that after the death of the boss, they return to this palace, and tomorrow they will be married.

The further back the codex is turned, the more intense the blood becomes, and the number of bloody villains in the lower right corner is one less page, and there are more and more black villains.

Rong Hui turned to the penultimate page, and only a lonely red shadow remained in the lower right corner.

At this time, the codex had been stained red with blood, and it was heavy, and a pool of blood could be waded out with a slight pinch.

Nine personalities, leaving only the weakest Xiao Jiu.

"I'm the only one left after my brothers and sisters get married, and I'm so scared. ”

"The second brother finally escaped from the palace with the identity of a watchman, and after the blood moon was in the sky, the second brother also died. ”

"The fourth sister said that Prince Canglan was a lascivious bastard.

She blew the wind on her pillow, and finally grinded out the news about the Lord of the Dream Capital.

Her name is White Dream Lord, and she seems to be looking for something. ”

*year*month*day

"The fifth brother finally drew the portrait of the White Dream Lord! But he is also dead, and I am so uncomfortable. ”

"The sixth sister had a big fight with me when she got married, I didn't send her to marry, I was a disobedient brother who became a younger brother. ”

*year*month*day

"The seventh brother poisoned the prince of Canglan with a trick, he asked the eighth sister to leave with him, the eighth sister said that she finally became a big treasure and didn't want to leave, and the seventh brother scolded her for being greedy for power.

They started fighting again, and I couldn't persuade them.

When they fought, I saw the White Dream Lord, the monster who killed my brother and sister.

When the White Dream Lord raised his hand, the seventh brother and the eighth sister disappeared, and I cried so loudly. ”

*year*month*day

"It's my turn to get married today, and I don't quite understand what it means.

Brothers and sisters say that good men should marry rather than marry.

But they're all dead, and I'm so alone. ”

"I've been practicing for many years, and before I got married, I put this codex in the dark compartment under the rouge box.

This dresser was a gift from the eighth sister, I don't know how it came about, but anyone who touches it but me is killing themselves!

If anyone opens the secret grid and sees our story, please find our 'home' and bring out this nightmarish place!"

Seeing this, Rong Hui roughly understood the whole story.

She turned the last page.

A sinister aura rushed out of the last page.

The page was blood-red, and in the lower right corner, nine small black figures of different sizes and heights appeared in a row.

Rong Hui pinched the cold and biting aura, and the biting cold penetrated into the flesh, wrapped around the bones, and drilled into the bone marrow, freezing her with a burst of white mist in her mouth.

There was not much information given on this codex, so Rong Hui put it in his arms and searched the main hall for the body of the person who wrote the codex.

The Codex says that every time his personality dies, he returns to this palace.

This was the starting point of the illusion, and Rong Hui's instincts told her that there must be a clue here.

"There are generally two kinds of illusions, one is created at will.

One is based on the illusionist's own experience. ”

"The illusion of the White Dream Lord is obviously the second type, and my current identity is her identity at that time. ”

"The Codex rarely mentions the past marriage, and it is clear that the White Dream Lord is on guard, as long as she finds out the key point, what she wants to change, what she gets, or what she destroys, she can leave the illusion. ”

Rong Hui's sharp eyes found that there was half a bloody handprint at the foot of the bed, and she looked down and saw a dead face slammed into Rong Hui's eyes.

The heart beats faster and the blood flows backwards!

Rong Hui was startled, and a chill appeared on his spine.

"Damn!" Rong Hui kicked the big bed angrily, moving it to the side with all his might, revealing a blood-red wall.

The walls are uneven, and the outline looks like corpses stacked on top of each other.

A corpse crawled out of the wall, only halfway up before it got stuck in the wall and died.

The corpse had a hideous face, as if some creepy monster was chasing after him, he crawled out desperately, his fingers scratched dozens of inch-deep blood marks on the ground, and the blood marks were filled with blood, which was weird and gloomy, making Rong Hui's scalp numb.

In the chest of the corpse lay a blood-stained codex.

Rong Hui stretched out his hand and pulled it, and there seemed to be a force pulling at the codex.

"I swear that when I finish dealing with the White Dream Lord, I will give you a surplus. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Codex fell to the ground.

Rong Hui looked at the gloomy and resentful wall, and he didn't know how many people had died unjustly.

She flipped the codex to the unwritten side, and sighed, "I beg you to write down what you have seen and heard about the Dream Capital, and if I can't get you out of trouble within three days, I will accompany you." ”

Rong Hui pasted the codex on the wall, and the blood-red pages were windless and automatic.

In a few moments, the original codex was densely packed with words.

The handwriting varies.

And the handwriting on the homepage is Xiao Jiu's.

Rong Hui looked deeply at the monk who was desperately escaping from the bloody wall, and said, "I promise, I will definitely take you out." ”

The corpse was still stiff, but there was much less anger.

Rong Hui pushed the bed back into its place, and she sat on the dresser and read the things that the souls of the dead knew word by word.

These souls have no choice, Rong Hui is currently the only one who is sitting in the main hall alive, like escaping from this place where the soul is imprisoned, cooperation is the only option.

With the memories of each of the dead souls, Rong Hui knew most of the White Dream Lord's experience.

At the end of the Codex there is also a portrait of the White Dream Lord.