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The deafening bells still echoed in my ears.

But the scene in front of us has changed drastically.

The originally undulating mountains were now covered by the city. Rich red light emitted from the swinging bronze bell on the tall building, covering the entire world and dyeing the setting sun in the sky red.

Yun Ci stood there holding a snow lamp, and the blood she had stained before dripped down her chin.

The golden bell on his wrist moved slightly and made a low sound, and Ruan Gui appeared next to Yun Ci.

Seeing this scene, he blinked, his eyes swept across the city, and finally landed on the ethereal black Dharma in the clouds in the sky.

The body of Fa Xiangtong is black and slightly transparent. There are two goat horns on the head. They are coiled several times and the pointed end is pressed against the forehead. The face is also as slender as a goat, and there is a bunch of curved hair on the chin.

The red curse lines slid slowly on the body of the Dharma like running water.

"It's a mirage." Ruan Gui looked away. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for people around him to hear. "Every step you take, a different scene will appear."

The disciples behind him were still meditating and repairing their physical injuries before the mirage fell, but Wen Yinzhi and the others remained alert and did not move.

But by some strange combination of circumstances, it remained in place.

Sangshi, who was wearing the face of the Imperial Master, disappeared after the mirage appeared. Only the occasional appearance of Dharma in the sky showed the fact that he was still nearby.

Yun Ci asked: "What's the difference between a mirage and a maze?"

If it's one step per scene, then it doesn't seem to be any different from the maze.

For monks in the Fusion Realm, Dharma Appearance can greatly increase the power of their moves. Sangshi does not need to use Dharma Appearance to summon an illusion with similar effects to the maze.

Then there must be something unusual about the mirage.

Ruan Gui raised his hand and pointed at the setting sun in the sky: "Mirages always appear under human desire. They can produce the picture that the person who sees it expects."

For example, what people who are lost in the desert most want to see is a city with food and water sources. For example, what people who are wandering on the sea want most is to land.

This is how mirages appear in front of people.

People often get lost in it.

It appears with expectations and destroys people's hope of living.

"There are good and bad mirages. If there is a red sun and a red moon in the sky, it means that everything here is upside down." Everyone's eyes followed Ruan Gui's words and they looked up. The setting sun in the sky was red. "An upside down mirage. There will be scenes that people who are trapped in the illusion least want to see.”

"The scene you least want to see?" Yun Ci murmured, with some thoughts in his mind.

On the other hand, Hechi behind him was wagging his tail and said: "Don't you want to see it?" He pointed at Wen Yinzhi, "There is a blind man among us. Even if there is a scene, wouldn't he be able to see it? If he can't see it, it will be a mirage. What’s the use to him?”

Wen Yinzhi tilted his head slightly, turned towards where Hechi was, and said, "Are you jealous that I can't see it or are you afraid of what you will see later?"

Hechi, who was told what he was thinking, snorted coldly. The blind man who cultivates his mind is the most annoying.

Xiao Wenshu held an umbrella aside and said with a smile: "It's time for you to stop bickering." He turned the umbrella on his shoulders, the smile on his face not diminishing, "Now how do you want to spend your time? The test that will come out...that person is still hiding in the dark and can see what you are afraid of."

When Yun Ci was thinking about everything clearly, Ruan Guiye said: "There are no inner demons in the Golden Core Realm, but you will have inner demons in the Divine Transformation Realm. If he knows what you hate most and uses it..."

No matter how scared the disciples at the Golden Core Realm are, their inner demons will not pose much of a threat to them.

To say that the biggest threat is the seven people who came to support.

Except for Jingliu who was in the Golden Core Realm, the rest were all in the God Transformation Realm and a Jing Guan in the Fusion Realm.

The meaning of what Ruan Gui said was already obvious.

Someone among the disciples who originally meditated and adjusted their breathing said with a trembling voice: "Inner demons in the realm of gods... Senior brothers and sisters, you must hold on."

"Di-"

Suddenly, an extremely high-pitched suona sounded for a long time.

"despair."

It stopped quickly and made a short pause.

The red light all around flourished, but suddenly dimmed.

With the sound of gongs and drums, the originally noisy but noisy streets dimmed. The scene around Yun Ci and the others quickly retreated, and finally everyone gathered in front of a stage with a warm light.

"Dong dong dong dong——"

After four drums sounded, the sky and earth in this area were completely dark, and even the setting sun in the sky was hidden among the red clouds.

The only light source was the table in front of me.

The orange light looked a little weird in the darkness, but it was enough for Yun Ci to see the style of the table clearly. It is a very simple half-person-high stage built of wood, with a red cloth covering the outside, like a stage set up for folk opera.

The sound of gongs and drums coming from nowhere was deafening, but it still couldn't cover up the short and urgent sound of the suona.

As early as when the environment changed and everyone was sitting on a wooden bench for some reason, Jing Liu, who appeared next to Yun Ci, had already tightened her sleeves.

Now he held his breath and kept pulling on Yun Ci's sleeves, his movements a little panicked.

Jingliu: "Uh-huh!!"

Angry Zen rarely closed his mouth today, which was really strange.

Yun Ci had already looked away from the stage, and was about to ask Jing Liu what was wrong, but when he turned his head, he caught his eye with something.

Maybe not the eyes.

There were many benches in the open space in front of the stage. Yun Ci and his party were sitting in the middle, and around them were all figures with transparent figures sitting upright wearing bamboo hats on their heads.

The body is covered under a black robe, and the robe is wrapped with many knotted red silks like human meridians. Dark red cloth hangs from the brim of the hat and hangs on the shoulders, completely covered by a square green cloth.

The figure next to the two people seemed to notice Jing Liu's nervousness and turned his head, which allowed Yun Ci to use the light on the table to see clearly the words written on the green cloth.

[Luo Jingshuang].

There was a sound of swallowing under the green cloth, but he turned his head again amid the sound of the suona.

The black metal piece under the brim of the hat made several soft noises as it collided.

Jing Liu also lost his mind the moment it turned around.

"The sound of the suona is worth a thousand taels of gold. This scene is too extreme. You should immediately add Sichuan peppercorns, pepper, ginger, and salt to the pot, then add vinegar, honey, and sucrose, and simmer over high heat overnight. Such a delicious human flesh and bones The soup is ready... Wuwuwu, I don't want it to become a big bone soup." Jing Liu swallowed his saliva and continued to cry, "I don't know how to cook at all, I'm just a marinade The little loser who gulped down the sauce whined."

Yun Ci: "..." OK, Anger Zen is also playing perfectly today.

Let’s not talk about whether this stew method is feasible.

The disciples behind him who were forced to sit down were all shaking together like little chickens.

Wen Yin, Xi Xingyuan and others were sitting behind Yun Ci, Jing Liu and others.

I don’t know if it’s because Xiao Wenshu is a ghost. He sits in the first row like Yun Ci, but there are ghosts on both sides.

The ghost figures sitting around were almost as tall as a standing person.

Next to his feet was the umbrella that Xiao Wenshu had never left, which was being opened to block his transparent legs.

He noticed Yun Ci's gaze looking over and turned his head faintly.

The orange light reflected from the umbrella surface was flowing in his eyes, and there was a ghostly aura floating around his body, and his face was as pale as when he first met him.

This was the first time Xiao Wenshu was so full of ghosts since Yun Ci took him away from the ghost world.

Xiao Wenshu looked at Yun Ci, opened his mouth and said softly: "I can't finish this play..."

Before he finished speaking, a square piece of paper with "forbidden" written in red letters on a white background suddenly appeared on his face, blocking what he was about to say and making his figure a little more transparent like a seal.

Can't finish the play?

Yun Ci lowered his eyes, and the ghosts around him kept turning their heads to look at them. Even Yun Ci, one of the targets, could detect their eagerness to move. But they didn't move, as if there were some rules that kept them on the bench.

Even Yunci couldn't get up because of this unknown rule, and he couldn't move his spiritual power in his body.

Since the play cannot be completed, how can they stop it?

With this thought in mind, several lotus lanterns were already lit up on the stage.

The lotus pedestal is hung with different shades of red silk suspended around the stage. White smoke floats out from the stamens and falls on the stage like water.

The orange light was a bit darker.

In the curtain hanging down from each lotus lantern, various musical instruments such as harps, harps, and lutes suddenly appeared. There was a person sitting in front of the instruments, all wearing white clothes and white masks.

"珰——"

The crisp tones of the dulcimer sounded extremely briskly like raindrops falling on the bamboo leaves. Suddenly, red plum blossoms sprouted from the table, and the breeze mixed with fine snow drifted all over the table.

There was an undetectable smell of blood faintly wafting from the cold red plum fragrance in the snow.

Fog and snow were blown into Taichung by the wind at the same time.

When he landed again, there was already a man wearing a white robe with a red lining standing in the middle of the stage. His face was still covered with a white mask, and his black hair was untied and hanging down behind his head.

There are only two thick flower branches extending back from the mask. There are many red silk ribbons wrapped around the red plums and hanging down to the chest. There is also a red thread with five copper coins strung on the temples.

The robe is wide, without a belt, and has wide sleeves. The right hand hangs naturally by the side, holding a red plum branch; the left hand is slightly raised to the chest, and the palm of the hand is slightly open upward as if it is holding something.

The white mask had no openings and no expression, but Yun Ci felt that the man must be looking at someone in the audience.

Because Yun Ci could feel a malicious gaze passing over him.

The dulcimer stopped at some point, and the drums and harps sounded at the same time. The hardness of the drums and the softness of the harp and harp intertwined with each other, and occasionally the sound of flutes was interspersed.

As if it was some kind of signal, all the ghosts around him shouted softly.

The sound frightened Jingliu's body-guarding golden light, which only flickered for a moment before being suppressed by an unknown force.

The sound of the piano suddenly became passionate, and a low voice sang along with the tone:

"The eagle is in Jing, and the male corpse comes to Yan to Ning..."

I don't know where the sound came from. Each sound seemed to be accompanied by the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Along with the sound of music, a slender stream emerged from under the stage and surrounded the open space in front of the stage.

When the sound of gurgling water sounded, the people in Taichung exhaled a white mist around their masks, and the posture they had been posing for a long time finally changed.

The hand on the chest turned and pressed down suddenly, the long sleeves swayed in the air, white and red were intertwined, and the ink hair also rose up. The wooden clogs under its feet hit the ground, and then the hand holding the flower branches was raised, and several beautiful sword flowers were drawn around it.

The flower branch is pointing like a sword at someone in the audience, while the hand that is pressing down has turned into an orchid finger resting lightly on the right shoulder.

The masked face hung slightly with the fingertips, and the sound of the red thread wearing copper coins colliding with the mask was drowned in the slowing drum beat.

"...your wine is pure and your food is delicious..."

The surrounding ghosts roared again, and the originally gentle drumbeat suddenly sounded an extremely sharp and harsh sound like nails scraping against a wooden board.

Perhaps there was indeed something invisible aside. Yun Ci sat in the first row and could clearly see three long scratches on the wooden piles supporting the countertop, and even on the soil wet by water beside the stream. A wide footprint.

Something invisible came out of the water.

The person on the stage moved again, touching his chest with his left and right hands, and a few petals of the red plum on the branch fell from the impact and stayed at the collar of the person's chest.

Such as blood accidentally stained.

"Senior Sister Yun..." Jing Liu said in a trembling voice, "That person...has the collar on the right side."

Only then did Yun Ci realize that the collars of the man on the stage, or rather all the figures around him, had their left collars downward.

The left side is yang and the right side is yin. The left side is worn only by the dead.

Although he knew that they were not good beings, Yun Ci felt that his scalp was numb with coldness when he knew that these people were not strangers.

Xiao Wenshu said that this play cannot be finished.

It’s not just that these are not living people.

There is another reason, they are singing "The Birds"1.

This is a sacrificial hymn, originally meant to pray for blessings.

But what the lyrics cover... is the scene of a banquet to reward the god's corpse.

Originally, humans acted as corpses during sacrifices and prayers, but what if there are non-human beings around?

Who is the tribute?

"...the corpse of the public is drunk with swallows, and good fortune comes..."

The first short verse has been sung, and the ghost figures around are getting more and more excited, and even starting to follow the tune.

The man on the stage danced the flower branches in his hands again, like a sword or a pen, his long sleeves were filled with wind, and he was spinning like a dragon painting a picture. The red in the white robe is like spraying blood, constantly entwining in the air.

The sound of music rang in my ears.

Yun Ci's body seemed to be shaking with Jing Liu next to him.

Suddenly, Yun Ci heard a muffled groan behind him.

She was controlled and couldn't turn her head, but she heard Xi Xingyuan's voice: "Wen Yinzhi!"

Wen Yinzhi's position is behind Yun Ci.

But Yun Ci couldn't turn his head or separate his consciousness to see clearly what happened to him.

The growing smell of blood on the tip of his nose meant that something bad had happened to him.

The people on the stage were holding flower branches and seemed to be making a chopping motion.

"puff--"

Warm liquid sprayed on Yun Ci's back, and a few drops brushed her shoulders and fell on her knees.

The bright red blood quickly spread on her robe and turned into brown dots.

She heard Wen Yinzhi's weak voice: "Its target is me."

The people on the stage who were dancing with flower branches slowly stopped following Wen Yinzhi's words.

The flower branches are as slender as swords, facing Yun Ci straightly.

Or rather Wen Yinzhi sitting behind Yun Ci.

Wen Yinzhi sighed: "A play was sung to a blind man..."

Blood slowly flowed out from between his eyes. He raised his head and pointed his face at the person on the stage as if he was feeling something.

A white mask without holes looked at a blind man who couldn't see the outside world clearly.

"Is there snow on the stage?" Following Wen Yinzhi's words, a gust of wind really blew the snowflakes floating on the stage onto his face. Feeling the coolness, Wen Yinzhi became even weaker when he spoke again, " It turned out to be her..."

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1 The falcon is in Jing, and the male corpse comes to Yan to Ning... From "The falcon" in "The Book of Songs·Daya"