After Waking up Beside the Villain

Autumn is passing and winter is coming, the snow is coming suddenly, the ground is white and the wind is cold.

In a small town in the north of Hebei, the white wall outside the gate of the Martial Arts League has been vacant for three full months. Today, another master finally came out and posted the list.

Surprised by the people from the surrounding tea stalls and restaurants, they gathered around one after another. In the blink of an eye, this not-so-spacious long street was squeezed to the brim.

"There is no news for three months, I thought the Wulin League fell!"

"It's been empty for a whole three months. The three major lists that come this time must have undergone earth-shaking changes!"

"How could there be no shocking changes in the battle of Shangjing Imperial City?"

Shouting loudly, discussing in a low voice, countless voices gather, and the crowds are clamoring. The quiet and peaceful streets in the past suddenly become full of excitement and noise, which is a bit more noisy than New Year's Eve.

The three masters of the Wulin League who were able to come out to post the list smoothed the list, turned around and retreated, and the surroundings were even more exclamated and voiced.

"Look at the list of immortals! The number one immortal in the world has changed!"

"What? Li Youzhen really fell in the battle of Shangjing?"

"Li Youzhen is still alive, he was seriously injured and fled, and his whereabouts are unknown, but his realm has been knocked down, and he is no longer a Youxian!"

"As expected of a great battle, the 22 immortals in the world, after this battle, there are three people missing! The rest of them are still alive, and their rankings have also changed a lot!"

"'Judge' Pei Xinfang became the veritable No.1 in the world. He joined hands with the ancestor of the Xie family 'Slaying Dragon Sword' Xie Fei to kill the 'Night Lord' Ashida of the Longevity Sect in the first battle, and severely damaged the 'Beidoutian' Li Youzhen - this record is simply sensational!"

"More than ten years ago, someone said that the Dragon Slaying Sword was near the end of its lifespan and that it could no longer be used. Who would have thought that the two immortals would die and one be injured by this attack. But after this battle, the Dragon Slaying Sword might not be able to do it anymore. A friend of mine came from Beijing last month and said that Xie's house is covered with white..."

"The Nightmare Lord sneaked into Shangjing secretly, and also participated in this war of wandering immortals?"

"What more!"

"It is said that there are also wandering immortals from the Northern Desert and the Western Regions. Some of them are masters secretly found by Beidoutian or Renhuang, and some are invited by the family alliance to help..."

"Human Sovereign used dragon veins to forge the Heavenly Son Sword, risking the displeasure of the world. Even if he became a wandering immortal, he would attract all parties to encircle and suppress him. His death this time is really not injustice! If there is no return of the last dragon energy of the two Heavenly Son Swords, today The world still doesn't know what it looks like."

"Dingdan and Hanshen also died too much."

"It is said that there were monsters from outside the sky descending at that time, but for some reason, they all disappeared in the blink of an eye..."

"Shangjing is almost completely destroyed. Zhuque Street has a radius of tens of miles, and the houses and pavilions have all been reduced to ashes. It is simply terrifying. I don't know which wandering fairy did it."

"That day really changed the world a lot..."

There are endless discussions on the streets, no matter the idlers or ordinary people in the world, they all lament the impermanence of the world and the great changes in the world.

In a restaurant facing the street, the only private room on the second floor where no one rushes out to watch the list, one in white and one in green shirt sitting opposite each other, drinking and serving food, peaceful and quiet, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside the window.

Unknowingly, the plates and wine glasses bottomed out.

The man in white put down his chopsticks and thought to himself, "Let's try the sword next month and go to Sichuan. The Shushan Sword Sect has sent three posts in a row to remind me. I can't bear this trouble."

"it is good."

The man in the green shirt took a sip of the warm wine and responded lightly.

"Yan Xuanji wrote a letter yesterday, saying that he had sent Li Wu's head to Wugou Villa, and also wanted to set off for Sichuan. Xi Feiming and Juechen killed foreign demons in Shangjing and broke through Dingdan, so they should go back to the sect. Lin Ce and Fang Jingyou have already left for the junior sister to get married."

The man in white said casually, bent his lips and smiled: "Who would have thought that Li Wu, the human emperor who has become a wandering immortal, died not by the judge's pen, nor by the Xie family's sword, but was seriously injured by a little girl on the way to escape?" The little Dingdan fought with his life and cut off his head?"

"Storytellers dare not make it up like this."

"It's a pity that after Yan Xuanji's battle, the secret method was too worn out, and she only had five years of life left. Qianshan Mansion once placed high hopes on her, thinking that with her aptitude, this life is at least the pinnacle of Dingdan. However, things are impermanent."

Qingshan Ren said: "But Miss Yan doesn't regret it."

The man in white smiled lightly: "That's natural. If I were Yan Xuanji, I would do it for Chuchu's sake."

The cold wind after the winter snow blows into the window, floating the skirt and sleeves.

Chu Yunsheng raised his hand to pour the wine, ignoring Xie Chengyun's teasing.

Three months is enough for too many things to happen.

The Battle of Immortals in Chongyang in Shangjing lasted for another five full days after Chu Yunsheng's sabotage before it was considered to be completely over.Li Youzhen was seriously injured and escaped, Xie Fei died soon, Pei Xinfang chased and killed Li Wu, and many other immortals confronted each other because of their different positions.

The final result is not satisfactory.

Li Youzhen is no longer Youxian, and Xie's family killed Mu Yuexin and severely injured Li's family, which is also considered revenge.Li Wu fled on the verge of death, but was bumped into by Yan Xuanji by accident. He risked his life to fight and exhausted his lifespan for dozens of years.

Later, the Tianzi Sword of the Zhou Dynasty was breathed out by Chu Yunsheng, and it returned to the dragon veins with the Tianzi Sword of the Li family, and together they repaired the mountains and rivers, and everything came back to life.

Rong Ange's body died, and Ji Anbai returned to the Taixu Temple, and will eventually get rid of the shadow of his previous life.

The famous families joined forces to expel the direct descendants of the Li family from Shangjing, help the son of the clan to be the new emperor, and rebuild Shangjing.

After everything was riddled with holes, it was born again.

Rivers and lakes and temples, a hundred generations have changed, there are countless romantic figures, the years are endless, impermanence is invincible, and there is no eternal prosperity.

After Xie Fei's funeral, Chu Yunsheng successfully broke through to Dingdan, and Xie Chengyun, who had once again buried Yin Zheng's consciousness, left Beijing in a low-key manner, and continued to test the path of the world.

There is still a long way to go, and there is still a long way to go, maybe it will stop at the continuous failure, maybe it will stop at Dingdan's breakthrough, but no matter what, it is not the end yet.Young people in the rivers and lakes, young people in the rivers and lakes, there are always old people going, and there are always new people coming.

With a flick of his sleeves in his green shirt and white clothes, Xie Chengyun threw a cup and went downstairs.

The world turns into clouds and rain repeatedly, ducks and geese come and go

……

He was a knight-errant all his life, and lived in peace in his later years.

Sitting under the jujube tree, Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun lost their vitality at the same time as they watched the autumn scenery of the northern land with high sky and light clouds.

Perhaps when the carrier pigeon appeared, Yin Zheng had already used the only ability to reveal his own consciousness. When the two were dying, Xie Chengyun did not show any strange behavior, but looked at Chu Yunsheng's eyes, feeling nostalgic , just like in the previous worlds.

The vitality gradually dissipated, and the thinking stagnated.

Chu Yunsheng's brain and spirit had a feeling of falling in a trance.

In the darkness of nothingness, he could feel that he was constantly falling, like falling into an abyss, like walking into the depths of the universe, unable to control, nowhere to focus.

unconsciously.

Stars floated up from his side and behind, gorgeous and bright, flashing with blurred light and shadow.

A gleam of understanding rose in Chu Yunsheng's heart.

These are fragments of his memory, all fragments of memory.

The counterattack of virus carrier pigeons seems to be massive, but in fact it is just the end of the battle.

This world is not so much the final killing game carefully designed by the carrier pigeon, but rather the final trap set for the virus by the one who disappeared in memory.

When the lingering homing pigeon disappeared on the long street of Shangjing following the long-arranged Youxian knife, countless strange and familiar memory images appeared in Chu Yunsheng's mind.

It's just that those pictures, like the floating stars all over the body, are bright but not clear enough, and they lack a thread that can connect them one by one.

Chu Yunsheng looked up subconsciously.

A line of familiar text slowly emerged there.

"Mission: Change Yin Zheng's fate, 85% completion. Please choose whether to enter the next world and continue the mission. Yes/No."

Chu Yunsheng had never observed this line of writing so carefully before, and he felt that it was very familiar, but it was not the familiarity accumulated from one world after another.

He pondered for a long time and responded to this old question.

"Yes."

……

This is a dream.

Chu Yunsheng was soberly aware of this.

But this is not his dream.

He gradually regained consciousness from the drowsiness. He knew that he should have reached a brand new world, but the consciousness that spread out could not clearly perceive his limbs and torso.But he vaguely knew that he had a normal body.

Eyelids tried to lift, no weight, only a hazy red shadow.

In those shadows, there seemed to be one hazy and frenzied cluster of light hidden one after another, and the mysterious and evil stench oozed out like mud, like a dark and sticky tide, pouring into his mouth and nose violently, trying to corrode and pollute him.

Music and whispers floated from nowhere, psychedelic and frenzied, hoarse and distorted.

He knew that he opened his mouth wide, gasping for breath, trying to grab the thin oxygen to relieve the crazy and desperate feeling of suffocation.

Suddenly, those red shadows exploded——

They exploded into countless eyeballs.

These eyeballs are full of chaos and fright, as if there are strange beings, they are desperately wriggling, crowding, devouring and biting each other, twisting and entangled each other, quickly changing from dense and scattered to a deformed and ugly monster.

No, this is not a monster, this should be a brain.

Pale, twisted, deranged evil.

The bright red flesh, the rugged gullies, and the evil eyeballs vibrate greasyly, absorbing will and spirit strangely.

Chu Yunsheng couldn't stop paying attention to it, couldn't drive it out, psychedelic, treacherous, crazy, terrifying, almost exploded his consciousness that had just emerged in this body in an instant, making him have a splitting headache and growl hoarsely .

"Ho, ho-ho!"

The vague and distant chaotic whispers were suppressed in an instant by the violent panting and roaring.

In the indescribable pain, Chu Yunsheng felt the sudden convulsion in his body, and opened his eyes suddenly.

In the slightly shaking field of vision, there are no light clusters, no tides, no eyeballs and brains, only a pale ceiling sunken in the dark night.

There seems to be something unusual about this world.

His chest heaved and his limbs twitched in pain. Chu Yunsheng suppressed his frantic heartbeat, ignoring the faint heat in his lower abdomen, sat up vigilantly and slowly, and looked around.

This is an ordinary and simple single dormitory.

The walls on all sides are gray and white, with mottled paint, and some places are stained with yellow or dark stains, old and dirty. The 1.2-meter hard bed was stuck to the corner of the wall, and the quilt was all white, which had been messed up under her body.

Next to the bed was a set of dilapidated wooden tables and chairs with old dark red paint.On the table was a laptop with a dark screen, and countless piles of books, papers, and archives.

Opposite the table and chairs was an old-fashioned large wardrobe with a mirror. The door of the cabinet was ajar, and it could be seen that there were only a few clothes hanging inside, which seemed a bit empty.

A ceiling fan that was half black and half white hung in a small open space in the center of the room, and was shaken by movement from nowhere, making a soft creaking sound.

The door of the dormitory was closed tightly, the window was close to the bed, covered with gray curtains, and a gap was opened, through which the cold night wind came in, making Chu Yunsheng tremble slightly, and the drowsy and painful head was also swept away. Ashen, sober up a lot.

He sat on the bed against the wall, closed his eyes, and calmed down the pain caused by the opening nightmare.

About 20 seconds later, he moved his limbs, lowered his legs in a stiff posture, and stepped into the leather shoes placed by the bed, intending to open the curtains to observe the outside world, and receive the original body's memory and the original plot of this world.

But at this moment, there was a sound of hurriedly approaching, panicked footsteps in the passage outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The door was knocked hard, the rhythm was fast and anxious, as if there was an inexplicable panic.

Chu Yunsheng stared at the door panel, was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice, "Who?"

There was a knock on the door, but no one answered.

A deadly horror suddenly spread in this narrow space.

Chu Yunsheng looked down, picked up the chair with one hand, and slowly approached the door.

However, as he approached, there was another loud bang from the door.

Chu Yunsheng looked down as if feeling something, and found a large piece of viscous black liquid squeezed in through the crack of the door, flowing on the floor, and crawling towards his feet.

He paid attention to the sound of knocking on the door to determine the position of the person outside the door, and raised his hand to hold the doorknob.

Suddenly, his palm lost its hard metal touch.

Chu Yunsheng lowered his head, and found that the doorknob he was holding was twisted and softened strangely. It squirmed slightly, stretched out the strange and bloody patterns, and slammed towards Chu Yunsheng's wrist, as if trying to squeeze it. Hang up!

No pain came.

Chu Yunsheng suddenly opened his eyes, and cold sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead—it was a dream, and it was still a dream just now.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Sitting up, the surrounding environment was exactly the same as in the dream, the only difference was that the table in the room was not leaning against the bed, but was swept off the pile of things on it, and moved behind the door, dead. He firmly pressed against the door, as if defending against some terror that might break in.

Chu Yunsheng exhaled, and didn't feel any tingling pain or confusion from his current body. Not surprisingly, this should no longer be a dream within a dream.

He wiped off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, ready to receive memories and plots.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the aisle outside the door.

Chu Yunsheng instantly turned his head to look at the door.

The next moment, the door panel was knocked, but different from the dream just now, there was an anxious female voice following the knock: "Professor Chu? Are you awake, Professor Chu? Some samples of No. 001 subject It's gone again, and the data shows confusion..."

After a moment of silence, Chu Yunsheng got up and put on his leather shoes, took the white coat hanging at the end of the bed, put it on over the turtleneck sweater, and opened the door that was knocked.