Feng Lin Wan really didn't go to the bloody battlefield?

Of course he's going!

But not in person, not recklessly.

Luck is such a thing, in Luo Tiandian, it can be sold by catties.

And everything that can be bought and sold is actually not so reliable.

Therefore, Feng Lin Wan rarely really gambled on luck, unless there was really no other way.

And from another perspective, Camp Chief Guo found that since Feng Linwan made the decision, he has been living in seclusion and rarely shows up.

And Feng Linwan hid in his room, constantly releasing spirit butterflies, shuttling through time and space, landing on some people who could dream synchronously, guiding these people to enter the bloody battlefield, wanting to find a safe path to the depths.

Airplanes!

Feng Linwan woke up from his dream again.

What flashed in his eyes was still the sword light of the thunderbolt world.

"Bloody Battlefield... Sure enough, I dreamed nine times in a row, and I synchronized nine people from different origins and different identities to enter. But they didn't last more than half a day... Even with my help and guidance. It was a real place of trouble, and there was no pattern to be found, as if there were only two paths to rely on luck and hard work. Thinking of this, Feng Linwan recalled that several times in a row, the treasure light that caught a glimpse.

When a god falls, his blood is enough to nourish a treasure land.

What's more, it is the bloody battlefield, where I don't know how many strong people have fallen, their bodies and souls are trapped there, and their will is also blocked there.

After so many years, no one knows how many precious treasures have really been bred in it.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Linwan's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't help but be impulsive and went there himself.

"It seems that it won't work without heavy investment!" Feng Linwan thought of this, his eyes crossed the small half of the camp, as if he had fallen on a teenager there.

The boy's name is 'Wu Qiang', a very common name.

But there was a not so ordinary experience.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for a very ordinary teenager to be thrown into a place like a killing camp.

But this young man, for some reason, provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, so he was 'very reasonable' to be thrown here.

For the strong, committing an unforgivable felony and being exiled to a killing camp is the last chance of life.

But for the weak, this is purgatory, a torture that is more cruel than death.

Wu Qiang was just an ordinary teenager, he hadn't even learned the most basic transcendent martial arts, but after arriving at the plundering camp, he learned a little simple fighting skills on his own. But this little thing... Learning is equivalent to not learning, and eggs are useless.

The reason why Feng Lin was eyeing him was very simple.

Because Feng Lin Wan passed through the eye of the sky, it could be seen that although this young man was covered with dark clouds on the surface, he was unlucky to the extreme.

Of course... This is also one of the reasons why many people in the plundering battalion are not optimistic about him, and they don't even have the heart to use him as cannon fodder after basic training. After all, bad luck is a contagion.

But Feng Linwan felt that something was wrong.

Such heavy bad luck, plus it's an ordinary teenager, reasonable... It should have died a long time ago because of bad luck.

But the young man is still tenacious and tenacious, like a weed in the cracks of a stone, full of vitality.

This shows that under the cover of the strong bad luck of the young Wu Qiang, it is a rare kind of tenacious life.

Feng Lin Wan wanted to guide this young man, use the pot of strong luck purchased from Luo Tiandian to forcibly stimulate Wu Qiang's life, and then use the spirit butterfly to possess him and guide him to the bloody battlefield.

If he survives, then he can complete the transformation.

If he dies... At least Feng Lin Wan gave him a chance to change his fate.

There is no night in the camp.

There is only the remnant sun like blood.

Whenever the blood-colored remnant sun hung diagonally behind the hillside to the west of the camp, the campfire in the camp would be lit under the control of Camp Commander Guo, and then under the shroud of fire, the entire camp would be protected.

Let the people in the camp sleep peacefully.

Wu Qiang finished a day's physical exercise and lay on the bed with his eyes blank.

When he was exercising today, he accidentally cut his palm by a stone again, and for the next few days, he couldn't eat with his right hand.

As for those solutions that heal wounds quickly... I wouldn't give him such a 'waste' to use.

In fact, if it weren't for Camp Commander Guo's kindness, taking him in and giving him a bite to eat, he would have died a long time ago.

In Wu Qiang's world, time seems to be eternally frozen in that moment.

All the anger, grievances, unwillingness and resentment are frozen, and he is like a soulless shell.

But this time was different.

In his dream, he saw something else.

He saw himself slaughtering with his sword in hand, and he saw those who had wronged him and tortured him, their heads rolling down at their feet, and they were dead without looking at them.

He also saw that the girl in the dream, dressed in a white wedding dress, cast a gentle and sweet gaze at him under the bright stars.

Then Wu Qiang woke up.

Then he shook himself a few times.

He doesn't even have the right to dream anymore, that's too extravagant!

"Why? Don't you dare to think about it? You just have the guts?" a voice sounded directly in his head, as if he had another personality.

"Finally... Are you my dark side? Hurry up and replace me! Hurry up and control my body and my life! I don't want to face it anymore! Do you want my body? It's all for you... It's all for you!" Wu Qiang seemed to be crazy, kneeling on the ground and muttering to himself.

Feng Linwan, who was manipulating the dialogue between Lingdie and Wu Qiang, was also dumbfounded.

By now, he has possessed quite a few people.

There are those who believe that he is an old-timer, those who regard him as an evil demon, and those who completely ignore him and only treat him as an auditory hallucination.

After all... This simplified, assisted version of the Spirit Butterfly Dream increases flexibility, but it also gives up a certain amount of control.

However, it was the first time I had encountered a situation where he directly regarded him as a second personality and took the initiative to ask him to manipulate his body.

"Hahaha! Seeing you so cowardly, I really can't believe that we are actually alone. Feng Lin simply played Wu Qiang's second personality and said something that should be considered more shameful.

"Do you want me to replace you? I'm not strong enough right now, you have to nurture me. Do you know the head of the Feng regiment who came to deliver the supplies? I know that in his room, there is a pot of good things hidden. As long as we drink it, we can become powerful. Then let's go to the bloody battlefield together, and go together to get a truly powerful capital. Feng Linwan plays Wu Qiang's second personality, like the devil seducing Wu Qiang.

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