I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

Xinting Mansion is in the cold winter, and the ground is covered with snow and covered in silver.

When He Yang stepped on the stone bridge, the bottom of the lake was frozen, and a layer of misty white mist floated on the surface of the lake. The Su Ye hanging on his waist was faintly emitting blue light, flickering on and off.

Jiang Lechi, who fell into the illusion of yin and yang together with him, is nowhere to be seen. Seasons change, and Xinting Mansion reveals a dead silence.

[System prompt: You have entered the yin and yang illusion. To ensure the smooth progress of the mission, please stay awake at all times. 】

"This place seems to be different from the yin-yang illusion experienced by Lord Qingwu in the previous life." He Yang turned his head and looked around, and chuckled slightly: "But it's true, this time the illusion is controlled by Su Yu."

The snowflakes fell one after another, covering up all the filth in the world. Is the most beautiful purity and whiteness in the world what Su Yu wants Qingwu Jun to see?

He Yang naturally wouldn't be so naive as Nanf.

No matter how long the heavy snow fell, he stood motionless for a long time. From the beginning to the end, not a single snowflake stayed on his shoulders.

"Master?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, with a bit of caution, He Yang knew it was Su Yu without turning his head.

As the master of this illusion, all things come from his heart and are controlled by him, He Yang can see his heart through the surrounding scenery.

From the moment Su Yu appeared, the heavy snow stopped silently, replaced by the howling cold wind.

He Yang turned his head, and the picture suddenly started to flow, like a time gear that pressed the pause button, and it was slowly and steadily starting to rotate.

The sunlight through the clouds shines on his profile, and the bridge of his nose, lips, and Adam's apple are coated with a soft light at the junction of light and shadow.

Su Yu was slightly stunned, the secret love in his eyes soared wildly, the cold wind howled and lifted the snow on the bridge, revealing the bones and wreckage on the ground.

This scene was not fabricated out of thin air. He Yang looked around, and every dead person had clear facial features. He even saw their expressions before they died, full of resentment, pain and unwillingness.

Such a tragedy has not happened in Xinting Mansion for hundreds of years, so this can only be the scene when the plague was rampant a year ago.

"Master, where are you going?" Su Yu asked softly while standing at the bridgehead.

Even though they were far away, but the cold wind wrapped around his immature voice, He Yang stopped and turned to look at him: "I'm going to Jiang's house, will you come with me?"

With a smile on Su Yu's face, he nodded and said, "Of course, the Sixteenth Society will always follow behind Master."

The two walked across the long street together. The bustling area was deserted, with abandoned wooden boards left on the stalls, a pair of disheveled mother and son lying on the steps in front of the drug store, a restaurant hung a sign saying it was closed, and the coffin shop raised white flags. , The entire Xinting Mansion was filled with a dead air.

Everywhere people are moaning in pain, and every moment people are dying.

There were two white lanterns hanging in front of the Jiang family gate, crumbling in the cold wind. He Yang did a little calculation of the time. It was less than a year since the last head of the Jiang family passed away, and Jiang Lechi's filial piety had not yet passed.

Pushing open the gate, there was no one in the mansion. The servant who usually guards the gate heard the movement, poked his head out from the gatehouse, his face was black and blue: "Who are you?"

"Is Jiang Lechi at home?" He Yang glanced at him and realized that his life was nearing death, so he couldn't help frowning: "Where are the others in the house?"

"The young master is at home, so he should be in the ancestral hall at this moment. The others have all been sent away by the young master. I have no relatives and no reason, so I might as well stay here and wait to die."

He Yang thanked him and walked towards the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

Su Yu followed step by step, as if he was no different from other people in the illusion. When he reached the entrance of the ancestral hall, there was a crackling sound inside.

He Yang took a closer look and saw that Jiang Lechi was throwing things with a deer head on his head. Seeing the figure on the ground suddenly raised his head, he cried out in tears: "Mr. Qingwu, you can be counted as looking for me. You won't see me as soon as I open my eyes." I'm scared to death!"

He Yang stood with his hands behind his back, estimated his current situation, and asked puzzledly: "What are you doing, demolishing your own home?"

"I can't get out, Qingwu-jun." Jiang Lechi stood at the door, bumping his head against the invisible barrier, bumping into him and suddenly widening his eyes, pointing behind He Yang: "He, he, he..."

"Let's talk when we come out." He Yang's voice was indifferent, and he gave him a warning look.

The enchantment suddenly disappeared, Jiang Lechi's center of gravity was unstable, and he flung his hands several times before barely standing still. From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at Su Yu: "What should we do now, how can we get out?"

"Let's go back to Lingxi Sect first." He Yang lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "This plague is threatening, let the King of Medicine think of a way."

"Isn't it?" Jiang Lechi swallowed, leaned into his ear and lowered his voice, "You really plan to live in this illusion."

"Otherwise, do you have a way to get out now?" He Yang pressed against his antlers and pushed it half a meter away: "Don't blame me for not warning you, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."

"Mr. Qingwu, what exactly are you planning?" Jiang Lechi scratched his head, muttering in a low voice: "Obviously one sword can break the illusion, so I have to deal with the little beauty."

"Master." Su Yu raised his head, stared at He Yang with dark eyes, and asked with confusion: "Is this person going back with us?"

"En." He Yang nodded slightly, his cold eyes fell on Su Yu's face: "He is the head of the Jiang family, and he may help this disaster."

Su Yu's eyes were obviously hostile, and his tone was unwilling: "He can't help Master."

Jiang Lechi's head was full of question marks, with an innocent face: Do you think I want to?

He Yang's expression was indifferent, but since Su Yu finished that sentence, there has been a silent change in the illusion. When the three of them walked out of the gate of Jiang's house, a group of refugees suddenly rushed up at the door. the door.

The corner of the leading man's mouth was ulcerated, and the white of one eye was rolled out. He kowtowed tremblingly to the three of them, and said in a hoarse voice: "My grandparents live in Xinting Mansion, and we are determined not to leave here. I beg Xianjun to save us!" One life, or we will not be able to kneel here for a long time."

"Please save our lives." The other people behind him kowtowed and kept pleading.

Jiang Lechi hated this kind of scene the most. Even though he knew he was in an illusion, he couldn't help but panic: "Everyone, get up first, and we will come back to rescue you when we find a way."

I don't know what kind of switch was triggered by this sentence, all the people rushed forward, crawled in front of them with hands and feet, muttering inaudible words, and their eyes were extremely crazy.

He Yang was distracted to pay attention to Su Yu's movements in his busy schedule, but saw that the latter looked flustered and at a loss, turned his head tearfully and asked him: "Master, what should we do?"

You made a good thing, ask me what should I do?

He Yang pulled one with each hand, took the time to make a sword formula, Su Ye immediately pulled out the sheath, and the blue light forced all the people to retreat.

However, the horror of the yin and yang illusion has just revealed the tip of the iceberg. The indiscrimination between good and evil, and the reversal of black and white are far more deadly than the disaster itself.

He Yang took the two of them back to Lingxi Sect all the way, passing by the foot of Lingxi Mountain, but the roads that ordinary people could pass were full of kneeling people, they spoke plausibly, as if all the disasters were caused by Lingxi Sect.

Su Yu looked at all this coldly, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: Look, this is the world that you want to protect and pity at all costs, and this is their real ugly face.

He Yang remained unmoved, with the same expression on his face as usual, and ordered in a cold voice: "Sixteen, you go and inform all the disciples of Lingxi Sect to give porridge and medicine, and don't neglect."

"……Yes."

Su Yu lowered his head, his eyes froze, and his heart was full of anger, and the world in the illusion changed accordingly.

He Yang raised his head and glanced at the cloudy sky, with an unknown smile in his eyes.

Right and wrong, good and evil people have nothing to do with him, the Qingwu monarch has a tenacious heart, and always only does things in line with the way of heaven.Is it good to save the people of Xinting Mansion?The imperial court recruited new soldiers here, expanded its borders, and caused wars in neighboring countries, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties.Is it evil to ignore death?Xinting Mansion is exempted from military service, and young people can live a stable life after recuperating.

There has never been absolute good and evil, black and white, let alone pure love and hate in the world.

The teleportation circle brought He Yang and Jiang Lechi to Ningyin Cave. All the furnishings were as usual, as if they hadn’t changed in decades. Yao Wang’s voice and appearance were a little blurry, which was caused by the illusion master’s forcible twist and manipulation. Sincerely.

He Yang discovered this, but he didn't tell the truth, and asked as usual: "Can the plague in Xinting Mansion find a prescription?"

The King of Medicine said while grinding the herbs in the prescription: "The prescription has been researched a long time ago, but this disease is so strange that it needs to be induced blindly."

"What kind of medicine?" He Yang asked.

"Your little apprentice, Su Yu." Yao Wang stood up, his facial features became more and more blurred, and gradually turned into Su Yu's appearance. He stared into He Yang's eyes and said word by word: "If you want to save the common people, you have to sacrifice Sounds like a good deal for him alone, doesn't it?"

He Yang didn't answer immediately, and was silent for a moment. He stepped forward and grabbed Su Yu's wrist. The next moment, the surrounding scene changed. The two of them stood on a half-foot-high round platform, surrounded by refugees who had been demonized. With fangs and sharp teeth, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and he was drooling greedily.

Su Yu stood on the edge of the round platform, with a thin rope tied around his waist connected to the central mast. As long as the rope broke, he would fall off the round platform and be torn apart by the people below.

Holding Su Ye in his hand, He Yang remained silent.

Seeing this, Su Yu gave a short laugh and asked, "It's hard to choose, isn't it?"

Before the words were finished, the scene changed again. The two stood side by side on the long street. A little girl with shofar braids was lying in her mother's arms, dying. .

He Yang looked far away, similar tragedies can be seen everywhere, Su Yu held his sleeve, turned his head slightly, his innocent eyes were filled with thick black air, his lips curled into a smile, his whole body was full of strangeness.

"Master, kill me." He said silently.

Su Yejian felt the devilish energy around him ready to move, He Yang held down the hilt of the sword without saying a word.

"The life of a demon clan is exchanged for the lives of everyone in Xinting Mansion. This choice should not be difficult, or..." Su Yu raised his eyelids, and grabbed Jiang Lechi's neck from the air. The latter's feet were off the ground, struggling desperately, Su Yu Without blinking his eyes, Yu said with a smile, "Or are there not enough chips?"

He Yang drew his sword out of its sheath, and pointed the sword point directly at Su Yu's back, his eyes were cold: "After watching for so long, I should have seen enough."

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