Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

Feeling the subtle trembling and wetness of the eyelashes under his palm, Guan Shanyu was wondering, isn't this Yan Ruchen's memory? Why can he touch him?

But then he thought again, this place itself is an illusion, just a world created by the read memories, and he can appear in person, so this unbearable memory of Yan Ruchen should end here.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from under his palm. Guan Shanyu thought Yan Ruchen had regained consciousness in the illusion, so he quickly removed his hand and focused his gaze on Yan Ruchen. Yan Ruchen's eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and fear, tears and blood mixed together and fell. He whimpered softly, muttering repeatedly:

"sorry."

Guan Shanyu was stunned.

Yan Ruchen was covered in wounds and blood, his eyes full of grievance and self-blame, but he could only watch his adoptive mother being bullied in the house, but he was powerless and could only repeat the word "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Yes, at this age, he was so happy to win a competition and get a prize, and on the way home happily, who knew he would bump into someone, and who knew that the group of people he bumped into were unreasonable. Even if he saw them raping his adoptive mother with his own eyes, what could he do?

In this era, prostitutes were treated as objects that could be treated at will. Even if they hadn't found the discarded anklet today, there was no guarantee they wouldn't do anything to Lang Yun. Lang Yun was so beautiful, for them, she was undoubtedly a piece of fat meat that was delivered to their mouths. How could they let her go so easily?

So they have to bear this loss, and they can only swallow this anger with broken bones.

Asking a seven or eight-year-old child to witness it was too cruel. Asking Yan Ruchen, who only had the mental capacity of a seven or eight-year-old child, to break the illusion was also somewhat cruel.

Guan Shanyu did not cover Yan Ruchen's eyes again, because in the illusion, memories followed him everywhere, and even if he covered his eyes, it would be meaningless. Guan Shanyu looked at Yan Ruchen's face full of despair, looking at this Yan Ruchen who was still a child, and wiped away his tears with heartache, whispering softly: "Don't cry, Yan Ruchen, can you hear me?"

Yan Ruchen was still staring blankly ahead, not responding to Guan Shanyu's calls, as if immersed in his own world. Guan Shanyu called out softly a few more times, and seeing that he really couldn't sense his presence at all, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. At this moment, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught something.

It was a sword, thrown just beside Yan Ruchen's ground - it was his sweet dream.

Guan Shanyu raised his head and looked at him again, suddenly reacting.

Since he can exist in Yan Ruchen's illusion and has a physical existence, it means that he can also help Yan Ruchen.

Some pains are too heavy to bear alone. Seeking help from external forces or others is also a way.

After thinking about it, Guan Shanyu looked at Yan Ruchen and whispered, "Wait a minute." Then he bent down and picked up the Qingmeng Sword. With the hilt in his hand, a surge of strength emerged. He turned around and gave Yan Ruchen a faint smile, then resolutely kicked open the closed door.

The men and women inside the door were completely oblivious, seemingly oblivious to everything happening outside. Guan Shanyu, sword in hand, strode forward, slashing at the naked men. But even with their bodies bleeding, their arms broken on the ground, and their thighs severed in half, they showed no reaction and continued their filthy ways.

Guan Shanyu suddenly overturned a vase beside him, pulled a man off the bed, and threw him hard onto the sharp fragments. Then, he kept swinging his sword and slashing around. At this moment, he accidentally cut through the wall behind the mahogany bed. There was a big hole in the wall, revealing a dark area behind it.

Guan Shanyu paused, then suddenly realized what was happening. He stopped chopping at the men and instead hacked at the wall frantically. With a crash, the entire wall peeled away like window paper, revealing a deep, endless darkness. Simultaneously, the original mahogany bed and the men vanished without a trace.

Guan Shanyu took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. Turning around, he saw that Yan Ruchen, who had originally looked like a child, had turned back into a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was kneeling on the ground, looking at him in astonishment.

Guan Shanyu took a deep breath, tightly gripped the Qingmeng Sword in his hand, and slowly walked towards Yan Ruchen. Yan Ruchen saw him approaching, but did not react at all, just staring at him blankly. Guan Shanyu squatted down, making his eyes level with Yan Ruchen, and asked softly: "Yan Ruchen, how do you feel?"

Yan Ruchen's mouth moved, his eyes still confused. After a long while, his weak voice came out: "I didn't mean to do that. I really don't know why it turned out like this."

Guan Shanyu nodded vigorously and comforted him, "That's right, it's not your fault. Wake up quickly, you are in an illusion."

But Yan Ruchen didn't hear him. His eyes were still fixed on the endless darkness before him, as if he were still immersed in the painful memories of the past. He kept repeating, "I'm sorry." Guan Shanyu stared at Yan Ruchen for a long time, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Yan Ruchen's hand, and he couldn't help but reach out his own hand to gently cover it.

Back when I was in school, my teacher once said that handshakes and encouragement can easily bring people closer together and ease fear. Guan Shanyu held Yan Ruchen's hand tightly, feeling the calloused, rough hands that didn't feel like those of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old. But a child who lost his parents at a young age, lived under someone else's roof, and later wandered the world, must have experienced countless hardships along the way. Naturally, their hands weren't as delicate and fresh as those of an ordinary person.

Guan Shanyu held him with one hand, and took the time to reach out with the other hand to gently hug Yan Ruchen, patted his shoulder, and said: "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, you are already very strong."

After saying this, the person beneath him seemed to stir slightly, and Guan Shanyu loosened his embrace just in time. Yan Ruchen hesitantly and cautiously turned his head towards him. Guan Shanyu handed the Qingmeng Sword to Yan Ruchen, tightening his grip and allowing the hilt to rest firmly in his palm. He gazed into his eyes, which were gradually focusing but still seemed empty, and encouraged him, "The past is gone, but the future is bright and promising. Look forward."

Yan Ruchen's eyes finally regained focus, and he looked intently at Guan Shanyu. Guan Shanyu slowly helped him up, and the two stood side by side, facing the boundless darkness. He said firmly again, "This will all pass."

After saying that, he tightly grasped Yan Ruchen's hand and stabbed the darkness with a sword.

Suddenly, the sky cracked, and a dazzling light tore through the surrounding darkness like lightning. The strong light made Guan Shanyu squint his eyes instantly. But at the moment the light flashed, he felt a strong stinging sensation under his hand, which was faster than his visual reaction.

When he reluctantly opened his eyes, the scene in front of him gradually became clear. He saw that Yan Ruchen had tightly grasped his hand at some point, and the long sword in his hand pierced the eyes of the huge old turtle in front of him with incredible precision.

The blow was so powerful, so swift, and so surging with spiritual energy that it nearly pierced the old turtle's skull. Clearly, the old turtle hadn't expected them to break through the illusion. In rage, it howled to the heavens, its mouth spurting with blood and resentment as it roared frantically, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you all, you traitor... Ah! Kill them all!"

The old turtle roared deafeningly, his force nearly sending Guan Shanyu and the others flying. Guan Shanyu momentarily lost control and let go of Yan Ruchen's hand, sending him plummeting downwards. He closed his eyes in terror.

But the expected pain did not come. A force at his waist held him firmly. When he opened his eyes, Yan Ruchen had already held him lightly, put him down with his back against the stone wall, and then stood in front of him.

This position was somewhat similar to a wall-dong. Before Guan Shanyu could react to why Yan Ruchen was standing like that, he saw the old turtle behind him roar unwillingly and fall to the ground with a loud bang. The entire valley trembled, and dust and gravel flew everywhere. Guan Shanyu was blocked by Yan Ruchen, and apart from hearing a loud bang, he was not affected at all.

When the dust gradually dissipated, Guan Shanyu opened his eyes and was about to thank Yan Ruchen, but he saw that Yan Ruchen just glanced at him lightly and turned away. Guan Shanyu recalled what happened in the illusion before, and wondered if Yan Ruchen remembered it, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions and just stood there for a while without daring to move.

Yan Ruchen walked towards the old bastard's corpse, fanning the air in front of him. After confirming that he was dead, he cautiously stabbed him in the head with his sword, just in case. The moment he drew his sword, two terrified screams rang out from the side: "No! I was wrong! Don't lock me in the closet, please."

"I won't skip classes again next time. Please don't kill Mimi. I beg you, just let me raise her."

Guan Shanyu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qingfan and Suyi sitting on the ground, screaming at the empty space, clearly still trapped in their illusion. He rushed forward, shaking them and shouting, "Wake up! It's dawn!"

This cry made Qingfan and Suyi stunned for a moment. After looking around, they noticed Guan Shanyu with a worried look on his face. Coming back to their senses, they suddenly threw themselves into Guan Shanyu's arms and burst into tears: "Help me, this is too real, I almost had to watch Mimi being skinned in front of me again."

"Damn it! I was locked in the closet for a whole day and night. No one responded to my knocks. How could they do this to me?"

Guan Shanyu looked at the two crying men suddenly in his arms, frowned helplessly, but his focus shifted a little, and asked: "Mimi, is this your cat?"

Qing Fan raised her head to look at him, crying and saying, "It's the Tibetan Mastiff I've raised since childhood."

Guan Shanyu gave a wry smile after hearing this and turned to look at Yan Ruchen. Yan Ruchen happened to be paying attention to this sideways gaze. Their eyes met, and he raised an eyebrow slightly before looking towards the lake. He saw Jin Yu, Yu Kunliang, and the other three had struggled to climb out of the lake and were now lying on the rocks on the shore, gasping for breath. The lake surface was stained bloody from the fierce battle just now, and several corpses were floating on the surface. The scene was horrifying.

Yan Ruchen walked over and gave them a quick checkup. He confirmed that, aside from Yu Kunliang's broken arm, the others were minor injuries, and the situation was optimistic. He asked with concern, "Thank you for your hard work, are you feeling any discomfort?"

Yu Kunliang was exhausted from the long underwater battle and simply waved his hands, unable to speak. Seeing this, Jin Yu forced herself to cheer up and replied, "Fortunately, these monsters aren't too powerful during the day, so we can still handle them if we work together. It's just that when we were about to reach shore, the old turtle's roar knocked me back under, and I almost didn't make it back out."

Yan Ruchen nodded and pointed at Guyu who was lying not far away. "Your junior sister is also safe and sound. Fortunately, you fought hard and bought us time to kill the spirit turtle."

Jin Yu turned around and glanced at Gu Yu who was not far away. He finally felt relieved and nodded gratefully to Yan Ruchen and thanked him. At this time, Su Yi, who had been crying in Guan Shanyu's arms, finally stopped crying, raised her head and turned around to ask, "How are we going to get out next?"