Mirror World

Qian Shoumo smiled gently, "Could it be that... Brother Tang Huan has a crush on the emperor?"

Tang Huan smiled speechlessly, "?... Believe it or not, I won't give you any more Yin Qi!"

Qian Shoumo immediately apologized with a smile and made amends.

Tang Qingwen gave him a hostile look.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a solemn demeanor suddenly walked out of the illusion. As soon as he appeared, he emanated powerful spiritual pressure, forcing the noisy examinees to quiet down.

The examinees all looked at the middle-aged man. He had a serious and ferocious look on his face, and the intimidation of his spiritual pressure made him look a little frightening.

He looked around at all the examinees present. Wherever his eyes went, people were terrified and dared not utter a word. Everyone who came into his sight was afraid to look him in the eye.

When he withdrew his gaze, only then did the people he passed by dare to breathe deeply and let go of their anxious mentality.

"All examinees! I am the invigilator of the second level. There is only one test for this level. That is, you will form a team of five and survive for 15 minutes in front of a king-level fantasy monster. Those who are eliminated will not die, but will only fall into a coma."

"Now, you have three minutes." After saying that, the invigilator took out a pocket watch from his pocket to start timing.

tick tock...

The examination room suddenly became noisy, and everyone moved around, looking for their suitable teammates.

"I think we don't need to go to other people, brother." Tang Qingwen looked up and asked his brother.

"Well, there are only twenty-four people in this examination room. When they are all divided into groups of five, there will be one person left. He will naturally find our team of three." Tang Huan said.

Qian Shoumo looked at the old man, who seemed to be around eighty years old, and immediately knew who the remaining teammate was.

Qian Shoumo saw him anxiously looking for a team, but others despised him because he was old and a drag, and were unwilling to accept him. He looked helpless and anxious, and suddenly looked a little pitiful. Qian Shoumo couldn't bear it and shouted to him.

"That old man! Come to our team, we are short of people."

The old man had white hair and a gaunt face, and he limped with his staff, hunched over. When he heard Qian Shoumo extending an olive branch to him, he smiled and trotted over to Tang Huan's team.

"Thank you, Master Qian! Thank you for taking in an old man like me."

Tang Huan looked at this old man who had difficulty even running, and he suddenly felt depressed. "At this age, he still came to take the test. Are you not afraid of being punished here?"

"Old sir, how old are you? Why are you still here for the examination? Aren't you afraid of dying here?" Tang Huan greeted as politely as possible.

Although the old man was old, his voice was not slow, and he still spoke in a strong voice, "Don't worry, young man. Although I am 79 years old, I am very experienced in these assessments. You are lucky to have chosen me."

"No, no, no, I'm not disgusted by your old age. I'm just curious why you're already seventy-nine and still here for the test? Could it be that you have a youthful, passionate heart?"

The old man suddenly showed an expression of deep thought, his eyes full of emotion and melancholy.

"Well... I am old, and I have nothing to contribute to the Kingdom of Qijing. I can only help you young examiners pass more levels, so that... there will be more magic killers in the Kingdom of Qijing."

As he spoke, the old man was excited, and the expression on his face seemed to be praising and proud of the strength of the motherland, as if he was expressing the excitement in his heart.

"As long as there are more magic killers, the peace and tranquility of our country will be blessed for hundreds or even thousands of years. In this way, our descendants will no longer have to live under the war and oppression of outsiders."

Tang Huan sighed with regret, "Uh... Sorry, I didn't live in that era, so I don't understand how you feel at this moment." Then Tang Huan expressed his feelings in a dark way, "The superiors of this country slaughtered my village and family for their own selfish desires! How can I feel awe in you!"

"It's better not to live in that era! It's best not to let our descendants experience such a cruel world again. Only those of us of the older generations know how tragic and painful that war-torn era was." Then the old man showed tenderness and kindness, with a glimmer of tears in his eyes as he looked at the three people, "You didn't experience it, which proves that we old guys did the right thing and did not let down our fallen comrades in vain."

The old man's eyes were full of tenderness, and that deep love flowed like a warm current. Tang Huan looked into the old man's warm eyes and was deeply touched. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and his throat choked for a moment. He swallowed his saliva slightly to hide the fact that he did not acknowledge the good of this country, was not loyal to his motherland, and did not acknowledge the good times that the old man talked about.

Tang Qingwen was not tall enough to see the old man's expression, so he gently pulled the corner of his brother's clothes and asked, "Brother...what's wrong with you?"

Qian Shoumo closed his eyes and smiled warmly, "Well, it is indeed a beautiful era."

The old man's voice was gentle with a hint of sobs. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said softly, "My wife was abused by the enemy army and used as military rations during that era. My son was dragged out of bed by the hungry victims and eaten while he was sleeping beside me in the middle of the night."

"I only have one daughter now. I have nothing to leave for her. I can only send a few magic killers to the motherland to create more peace, or at least leave her an era in which she can live happily. This is the last value that I, who will soon be buried, can create." The old man then wiped away the tears and snot left by the grief triggered by his memories.

At this time, Tang Huan's face was changing, sometimes he felt guilty, sometimes he was furious. His eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if he was experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart. He bit his lips tightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant.

In his heart, there was a voice that kept accusing him: "In the past, the Qijing Kingdom sacrificed so many people to create an era of peace, but in my heart I deny this beautiful era... Me! Me! Am I wrong?"

However, another voice immediately retorted: "No! This is all the fault of the person behind the scenes! If he hadn't wanted to use me to kill Qi Heng, I wouldn't have lost my hometown! Lost my beloved family! Lost my lover Qiqi!" Just like that, the two voices intertwined and echoed in his mind, causing him to fall into endless pain.

Tang Huan took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts. But the guilt and anger still surged into his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't help but think of everything that had happened. Those beautiful memories have now turned into bubbles, and now only he and his brother are left to depend on each other.