Mu Qiong felt that they were playing chess. Immediately he noticed something even more terrifying, one of the shadows playing chess, every time he stretched out his hand to the void, Gong Lost Mu Qiong would involuntarily wave the middle of his hand, throwing more flesh and blood into the battlefield. Cold sweat poured out like a spring, and he tried to struggle, but his hands and feet did not obey him at all.

"That's it, Mr. Gonglo, our struggle is only for others...... No, they can't be called human beings...... chess game. The voice of a young man came from the top of the mountain.

Gong Mu Qiong looked up, the young man was suspended in mid-air, his neck crooked, his hands stretched forward, and he grabbed the white paper fan that gave the order. In the flames of light rising from the young man's back, stood another man without eyes, and he put his huge hands on the top of the young man's head, as if silk threads were hanging from each finger, and hung the young man. The eyeless man smiled calmly in the corner of his eye, and as he moved his fingers, the boy waved the white paper fan again and again, and the sergeant in red armor howled and rushed into battle.

"You don't look like I look like a ......" The young man looked at Gong Yi Mu Qiong, his eyes glazed, "Puppet!"

"Ahh

"Look behind you," the boy smiled with a shriveled smile, "you're ...... too"

Gong Yi Mu Qiong turned his head suddenly, and the other man without eyes was already standing behind him at some point, stretching out his huge ethereal palm towards the top of his head, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

"No...... No...... No! no!" Gong Yi Mu Qiong took a few steps back and roared.

He reached behind his back and pulled out the long knife in his leather bag, and the sword in both hands burst into the air. He galloped forward, leaping from the cliff and lunging towards the men of the flames. A moment later he would fall to pieces, but at the end of his life he still yelled, "Kill!"

The knife flashed.

Gong Yi Mu Qiong suddenly found that he was still in that small wine shop, opposite the young man who was silently pressing the chessboard, next to him was Li Changwen holding a wine jug, and there was a flame in the brazier.

The young man didn't move, Li Changwen's movements stopped in a certain step, and even the flames in the brazier were solidified, everything was still, and only his long knife was flashing.

The long knife will cut the throat of the opposite teenager in an instant.

At this time, the boy finally moved, and he could only move his only finger and knock it on the chessboard. The black and white pieces and the crimson chess pieces rose together and blocked in front of the long knife.

The sword light bent into an arc and went out.

The crimson chess piece split into two pieces in the air, and a moment later, the floating chess piece crackled and fell, hitting the chess apron like countless iron beads falling into the iron plate. Both Mu Qiong and the boy sat down in their chairs, both covered in cold sweat and panting. Gong Mu Qiong was holding a five-foot long knife in his hand.

Everything returned to normal, the fire in the brazier started, Li Changwen looked at the two guests blankly, put a pot of wine in front of the young man, and the chess pieces disappeared, leaving only one, crimson one, which fell in the center of the chess apron, intact.

After a moment of silence, the chessboard turned into black ashes, which slowly collapsed, and the crimson chess pieces fell into the steaming ashes, and the color became more and more vibrant.

"It's all ...... Illusion?" Gong Yi Mu Qiong sat up straight and asked slowly, "It's all your trick?"

"No, it's true. I said that whether you win or lose, I will solve your doubts. The boy picked up the cup and drank it dry.

"How long have you been getting started?"