I Was Once a Legend

Busby's Chair, the favorite chair of Tom Busby, who was hanged for murder in 1702.But since his death, every person who sat on this chair died of various accidents, so it is called "the chair of the dead".

In 280 years, as many as 61 people died of sitting on this chair. Most of them died within minutes to hours after sitting on it, and the longest one was only a few days.

This is a chair that contains the curse of death. Not everyone does not believe it and laughs at it, but when they deliberately sit on it and test it, they all die accidentally without exception.

In real life, this chair is preserved in the Museum of Yorkshire, England, and the power of the pure white field will only be more terrifying.

Bringing him up, isn't it just to let her sit on it?

Wang Que was dumbfounded.

Xia Qiongyun also panicked, her delicate brows furrowed, she leaned over Wang Que's empty seat, and patted Cui Zuojing on the shoulder: "Is it really all right?"

"It's okay, trust me." Although Cui Zuojing said this, his sitting posture was not as relaxed as before, and he was staring at the stage. If any accident happened, he would immediately go up to stop it.

Xia Qiongyun didn't know the story of Cui Zuojing, but out of recognition of the youth's strength, she chose to believe it and returned to her seat.

"But what we are going to show tonight is not how to use this chair. After the show is over, I will break the curse that the chair has placed on you. Everyone can't bear to let this beautiful lady lie in the grave for nothing, right?" The magician spoke jokingly, and he made a gesture of invitation to Wang Que, "If you want to believe me, sit on it, it may be a bit dangerous, but the next performance will be more difficult if you stand up. "

Wang Que didn't move.

She stared at the magician, and found a hint of teasing in his blue eyes. The magician stretched out his hand again, like a real gentleman, and invited her to sit on it.

Before entering the circus, Cui Zuojing and Fu Zhe introduced the circus in detail to the team. The clown and Dr. Strange are the right and left hands of the head of the circus, and the magician is also a figure who has always been in the circus. The strength of these three people The clown is the strongest, and the remaining two should not be underestimated because of their special abilities.

She finally sat up obediently.

In all fairness, this chair is nothing more than an ordinary chair, even a little uncomfortable, but the fanatical audience and music lights amplify all senses, and also magnify the fear and anxiety caused by psychological effects.

"Okay, this young lady is the audience we have temporarily selected. The next thing I will perform for you is to hypnotize her."

Hypnotized?

There are two psychics in the team, Dong Zheng and Fu Zhe, not to mention that Fu Zhe's ability is also related to this. Wang Que knows a lot about hypnosis. The process of being hypnotized is actually the invasion of the conscious world, which is very dangerous.

She yelled inwardly, and subconsciously wanted to leave quickly, but she couldn't even move a finger.

When the magician invited her to the stage just now, he also used a similar method to control her body.

Wang Que took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions. She silently called out to the little ones. When Ling Yin rang, she could only receive a very weak response, almost none. Even the transparent worms that would appear automatically were nowhere to be seen.

Her abilities were suppressed.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at her. In their eyes, the girl in black and red dress was sitting on Busby's chair, with unconcealable excitement on her face. As a lucky chosen one, she was waiting to cooperate with the magician. performance.

Only Wang Que knew that she was trapped in this chair, unable to call for help, unable to move.

She saw the figures of Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng and Xia Qiongyun in the first row of the auditorium not far away. The three of them watched her closely, sitting tensely, while Victor's figure disappeared, and Wang Que was not far away. He was found in the lineup of animal shows.

The white cat perfectly blended into a group of animals playing with colored balls. He doesn't know how to perform, but he can get waves of screams just by showing off his cuteness. Victor's ears are pointed at the position of the bird, and he doesn't let it go For any tiny movement, once there is a change, it will definitely arrive as soon as possible.

Wang Que's heart that was jumping to the throat suddenly let go.

What's there to be afraid of?

Believe in them, believe that they will lend a helping hand in time when an accident occurs, and believe in yourself, and have the ability to deal with unknown dangers.

She gradually relaxed, and the magician noticed her change, and said with a smile: "Very well, it seems that our beautiful lady is ready, so please be quiet, and I will use the most mysterious hypnotism to hypnotize her , any additional sound would likely interrupt the process."

The words of the magician seemed to carry magic power, the music stopped, the animals also stopped in place, the sound in the auditorium gradually became smaller, and finally there was no sound.

"Okay ma'am, I'm going to start."

The magician took out a slightly worn-out brass pocket watch from his pocket. He pressed it lightly, and the watch cover popped open with a snap, and the time was pointing to nine o'clock.

"Time can't stand beating. As long as you maintain a good relationship with it, it can do anything you want. For example, suppose it is nine o'clock in the morning and it is time to start class. You just have to A little cue to the time, and in the blink of an eye the hour will go to 01:30."

The magician's voice reverberated in his ears, and the pocket watch fell, only to be hung between the magician's fingers by a slender copper chain, constantly shaking from side to side, and the second hand was beating faithfully.

hint?

Wang Que was thinking about the magician's words, but she didn't know that in the process of thinking, all this had already taken shape in her mind. In an instant, the pocket watch seemed to go crazy, and suddenly turned to the 01:30 position.

"The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and the Dormouse singing loudly at the Red Queen's concert."

Rabbits and squirrels in overalls hopped noiselessly onto the stage and surrounded Wang Que's feet, and the magician's voice continued, "They had just finished singing the first verse when the Red Queen yelled: He's wasting time ! Cut off his head!"

I don't remember when, the vision gradually blurred, the auditorium, the stage, and the hands of the magician all turned into large patches of color, only the gently swaying pocket watch, the hour hand was still jumping up and down.

"Since that time, time has never obeyed its demands, and it has stopped at six o'clock forever, forever..."

The hour hand turned to the position directly below. At this moment, all the hands on the dial stopped turning.

Everything is framed.

Forever...tea time.

come down.

In the chaos, even the weightlessness of falling was not obvious, Wang Que gently landed on the grass, and after a while, he opened his eyes from the mist.

She propped herself up and sat up, looking around, she was lying on a piece of grass, the shrubs were neatly trimmed, a majestic palace stood not far away, and an elegant white round table was placed under the shade of green trees. There were two people sitting in front, drinking afternoon tea.

The leader is a middle-aged woman in a red dress. She is not tall, slightly fat, and close to 50 years old. She looks like an old lady who talks loudly about her parents' short stories downstairs in the community. Temperament also clearly separates her from the word ordinary.

A burly man who was nearly two meters tall was beside her. Wang Que recognized the familiar figure and black suit at a glance. This was the first clown she had seen in the lobby of the mansion.

But at this time, the clown didn't have any ridiculous makeup on his face, and he couldn't see clearly from too far away. Wang Que observed vigilantly for a while, and saw that the two seemed unable to see him, so he stood up and patted the hem of his skirt. Grass clippings on the ground, step by step.

If she thinks right, she has been hypnotized by a magician now, and this situation is nothing more than an illusion.

When they got close enough, Wang Que realized that besides the two of them, there was a thick book with a black cover on the table.

There is no word on the cover of the book, only the pattern of the ancient formation, the texture is animal skin with particles that can be seen by the naked eye, Wang Que raised his eyes, the first time he saw the appearance of a clown.

... a little handsome.

That kind of handsomeness doesn't come from his eyebrows and facial features, or rather, that blade-like condensed and sharp aura makes his ordinary eyebrows unsheathed like sharp knives, capturing people's soul.

Wang Que once saw something similar in Cui Zuojing's eyes.

"Is there any whereabouts of that thing?" The woman asked as she put down the teacup in her hand.

"The Legion chased it to the Revival Arrow, and when it was about to catch it, someone summoned it and lost its trace." The clown who was not yet a clown replied: "Afterwards, we followed the wave and found that it was captured by a dying The girl summoned, occupied her body, and escaped with a hidden breath."

"Keep chasing, bring a box, lock it in once you catch it, and never let it out again, seal off all the areas it has appeared in and make boxes to isolate uninfected people, let Lina go in and treat all infected people People." She spoke unexpectedly capable, and now Wang Que didn't feel like an aunt at all, she thought for a while, and pushed the book at hand to the clown, "Take the Dead Sea documents with you, if you meet For something difficult to deal with, don’t ask me for advice if it’s an emergency, just listen to the prophecy for help.”

The clown picked up the thick book, nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

The ancient formation on the cover gave off a faint red light the moment he touched it.

Your Highness?

Before Wang Que had time to think about it, she heard a girl's voice behind her: "Ah, it's finally here."

Wang Que turned her head, Luo Yan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was standing behind her, with loose braids hanging down her chest, she smiled at Wang Que, "Yes, she is the former queen."

Former Queen?Wang Que went to look again, only to find that the round table under the shade of the tree had disappeared, and only she and Luo Yin were left in the entire garden.

Luo Yan pulled out a plaid tablecloth in the air, spread it on the grass, and then sat on it, patting the empty seat next to it.

Wang Que sat next to her.

"How's the time going?"

"Very good." Although it was only the second meeting with Luo Yan, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have known each other for a long time, and there was no discomfort at all.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." Luo Yan bent her knees, propped one arm on it, rested her cheeks with her hands, and looked at the spiers of the gorgeous palace in the distance. She sighed long and didn't speak.

Wang Que also followed her gaze, and she was still thinking about the words she heard before. The "Arrow of Revival" is a special area in the pure white world, and the clown and the former queen seem to be chasing something. And let it escape.

And the box seems to be man-made. As for the "Dead Sea Document" that the queen gave the clown in the end, it must have some secrets.

The author has something to say: The magician's words are from the original "Alice in Wonderland"