Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 106: Fantasy? (Subscribe!)

Longyan Temple, main hall.

At the moment when the Buddha's head shattered, Sun Hang only felt a flash before his eyes. When he came to his senses, the surrounding scene had completely changed.

First, a fragrant smell of steam drifted into Sun Hang's nostrils, followed by the sound of a group of children playing and chasing each other.

The air was very humid, with a hint of chill unique to the early morning. Street vendors were holding a stack of steamers that were taller than a person, and they were swaying them on top of a homemade coal stove that was made from a gasoline barrel.

This scene looked very familiar to Sun Hang.

He found himself back in the morning of the hunt for Tai Sui.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time displayed on the bracelet, only to find that the screen was filled with garbled characters.

"..."

Sun Hang stepped forward, making way for a hawker who was selling vegetables on a cart, and dodged two primary school students with schoolbags on their backs, and walked to the familiar store door.

The shop owner was still rolling the dough, and the nosy old man was still sitting in the same position, blowing on the piping hot wontons scooped up with a spoon.

He added a lot of hot sauce to his bowl, and the red oil even got on his pale beard.

On the old man's table, there was a plastic bag with two square pieces of brown sugar rice cakes in it.

Sun Hang lowered his head and looked at his palm. A small piece of mycelium emerged from between his fingers imperceptibly and then quickly retracted.

"…Is this a fantasy?"

Sun Hang simply strode to the door of the store, sat down, and shouted to the owner, "Give me a bowl of wonton, no spicy."

"A bowl of wonton? How much do you want?" The owner looked up and asked, then immediately lowered his head to deal with the work in his hands.

"Ten." Sun Hang replied.

"Ten pieces means one and a half liang. OK, one and a half liang wontons, don't want it spicy!"

"Hey, young man, you won't eat it just by looking at it." The old man with red oil on his beard shook his head and said, "You don't understand, when the hot wonton is served and a spoonful of red oil is poured on it... Tsk, it's so delicious!"

"Uncle, have we met before?" Sun Hang asked while expanding his perception range to the extreme - it was around this time that morning that he sensed the breath of the infected girl.

There was no smell, no smell of any infected person, and the street was as clean as if it had just been washed by rain.

"Pour a spoonful of red oil on it... wow, it's so delicious!" The old man did not answer Sun Hang's question, but kept repeating what he had just said like a tape recorder.

"These scenes are from my memory... so the conversations that didn't happen in my memory won't happen here either?" Sun Hang thought for a moment, walked over and picked up the two pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes on the table. Faced with this kind of "open robbery" hookup, the old man remained indifferent, and even the focus of his sight did not move - as if Sun Hang was still sitting in the original position. Sun Hang swallowed the brown sugar glutinous rice cake in two or three bites, and the sweetness was accompanied by the aroma of osmanthus candy and dried red dates, but when he blinked, he found that two more pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes appeared on the old man's table, and the plastic bag used to hold the glutinous rice cakes in his hand had disappeared.

Sun Hang returned to his seat, picked up the porcelain bowl containing chili oil next to him, and scooped a large spoonful into his bowl of wonton.

But no matter how much red oil Sun Hang poured into the wonton, the soup base was still as clear as water, as if there was a black hole at the bottom of the bowl, which sucked away all the red oil he poured in without leaving a drop.

"So, things that have never happened in my memory will not happen in this illusion..." Sun Hang muttered, "But... where did the infected person go? She should..."

Just as Sun Hang was thinking, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and he found himself in the bustling commercial district of Tianfu City. The road was crowded with cars, and the high-speed moving car lights were pulled into blurry light bands.

There are large screens several dozen meters high installed on the walls of the buildings on both sides of the street. A graceful model wearing a slim-fitting light apricot cheongsam is showing the camera the exquisite jade bracelet on her wrist.

But what surprised Sun Hang was that the model had a face exactly like Yang Qi.

"Why not Lao Wang? Is it because I can't imagine Lao Wang wearing a cheongsam?"

Just as Sun Hang finished complaining, a blazing fireball suddenly fell from the sky and hit the middle of the road with a loud bang!
The sounds of bombing, collision, brakes, horns, and the screams of the crowd came one after another. Thick columns of smoke rose from the sky, covering the familiar face of Sun Hang on the screen.

What fell from the sky was a helicopter. Just as Sun Hang took two steps closer, the thick smoke from the wreckage of the helicopter separated to both sides. A figure wearing black Ming Guang armor, with a golden ghost mask, holding a wolf-tooth spear in one hand and a Tang horizontal sword in the other, slowly walked towards him.

"Ye Jiu?"

Sun Hang frowned slightly. If the plot went according to his memory, it would be meaningless to negotiate with Ye Jiu now - whether Sun Hang took the initiative to attack or not, this man in armor would definitely swing the wolf-tooth spear in his hand.

Sun Hang simply stood there without moving, allowing the burning wolf-fang spear to hit him.

He did not feel any pain. In the next scene, Sun Hang had returned to the courtyard of Longyan Temple. Opposite him was the main hall with a dozen headless Buddha statues. One corner of the hall had completely collapsed. The searchlight of the drone shone in from the gap, making the shadow of the Buddha statue in the hall extremely long, like some twisted monster.

"Have I returned to reality, or am I still immersed in fantasy?"

Sun Hang seemed to remember something and quickly raised his wrist - sure enough, the time displayed on the bracelet was still a bunch of gibberish.

Although this thing is used by the Federation to monitor the movements of hunters, it has to be said that sometimes it can really come in handy.

"Why do you want to trap me in the illusion? Instead of destroying me directly?" Sun Hang was extremely confused. "The previous weird office building was like this, and the current Longyan Fort is still like this... Could it be that all of you G-type weird things are the same?"

Just when Sun Hang was about to enter the hall again, a man wearing the standard combat uniform of a monster hunter rushed out of the hall in a panic, slamming into the side of the hall.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sun Hang standing in the yard. He shouted as if he had found a savior, "Help! Help me! The Buddha statue in the hall... the Buddha statue in the hall is moving!"

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