hell in disguise

Ayita's eyes as deep as the sea gradually scanned the faces of every candidate who came to die, with a slightly contemptuous smile, he said in a deep voice, "Let's play a game. If you win, I will How about committing suicide on the spot?"

The incense seeker, who seemed to be more timid, asked, "What if we lose?"

As if hearing some silly question, Ayita laughed a few times, "If you lose, you will die."

His laughter was very relaxed, so relaxed that it was a little light, and it made people shudder to hear it.

However, a few ghosts who boasted that they had certain supernatural powers obviously didn't pay attention to this scrawny Maya ghost.A snow girl from hell with blisters raised her face as pale as ice and snow, and asked provocatively, "What game?"

"Since you dare to choose Hong Wuchang, you must have good insight into people's hearts. Have you ever heard of the dream trick?"

Of course Yan Fei is very familiar with it, and that Xuenv seems to know it too.But there are still a few who seem clueless.

"This is the most basic spell for red impermanence. The reason why people are bewitched by evil spirits and agree to be possessed is because they have evil thoughts, resentment, jealousy, fear and other weaknesses in their hearts. When they are awake, they can use Consciousness suppresses these weaknesses, but in dreams, when the will is the most relaxed, these weaknesses will be revealed one by one. If you can control the weakness, you can control that person." Aida's voice was ethereal like fog, and it was very distant and near. strangeness.While he was talking, he flipped the bracelet on his wrist seemingly inadvertently. There were two silver bells the size of longan eyes hanging from the bracelet, which jingled clearer and clearer due to his movements.

Yan Fei's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly looked around.There seemed to be no change in the surroundings, but he keenly felt that something intangible and invisible had changed in the air, a subtle and imperceptible change in the atmosphere, and the blood-stained stone wall, covered with scars The mysterious iron gate and the corpses scattered all over the place suddenly became a little uncertain.

"We are already in a dream." Yan Fei warned in a low voice.

The other ghosts didn't seem to understand what he was saying, only the Xuenv and the speeding ghost who had snatched his token in the second trial showed a slight look of horror.The speeding ghost suddenly changed its position, reached the wall on the other side of the hall, and stretched out its hand to touch the extremely hard and rough stone wall.

Unexpectedly, the moment the wall was touched by him, it rippled like the surface of water.Circles of ripples quickly spread in all directions, even the ground was shaking, and then gradually disappeared.

Everyone's eyes widened, as if they were not sure what they saw just now.A Dao Laogui took a step back and shouted, "What!"

A few ghosts who didn't believe in evil turned around and patted the iron door, but the iron door also rippled like ripples.The feeling of touching the palm is like touching the rotten flesh of some corpse that has been dead for a long time, it is soft and wet, and even a little sticky.

Apparently Aida didn't want to hide the fact that they had been pulled into his dream at all, he smiled lowly, tilted his head slightly leisurely, watching them panicked like watching a funny show.

At this time, a hundred-eyed ghost with a bad temper immediately yelled at Ayita, "What the hell did you do!"

The snow girl said coldly, "Don't you understand, we are already in a dream!"

"In a dream? Whose dream?" asked the timid incense seeker.

"If I'm not wrong, it should belong to all of us. But I can't be sure if you are the phantom in my dream." Yan Fei said, pointing to the bell on Ayita's wrist, "That is Yinhunling, he is Hongwuchang, and he is Hongwuchang who betrayed Fengdu."

Ayida laughed, and stared at Yan Fei's face with interest, "It seems that you know something?"

"If it's a dream, is it possible to wake up as long as you die?" the Dao Laogui asked in a panic, raising the dagger with certain spiritual power in his hand and making a gesture to stab himself in the heart.

Yan Fei quickly shouted, "Don't! If you die here, you may really die!"

Xue Nu looked at him in surprise, "Even if it was a dream created by Hong Wuchang, it wouldn't kill people, unless..."

Unless it is the powerful Hong Wuchang who is one in a thousand.

However, being able to put eighteen ghosts into a dream at the same time requires a strong cultivation base. If he can kill people, it will not be surprising at all.

Aita still stood motionless, and yawned out of boredom, "The rules of the game are very simple, if I control your weakness, you will die, if you can control my weakness, I will die too The eighteen of you can go together, lest you say that I bully you."

The eighteen ghosts looked at each other at the same time, and many who had no idea turned to Yan Fei.

Yan Fei understood the meaning of the mysterious red impermanence.He has also used the dream trick to enter the consciousness of a human being, completely controlling the world in that person's dream, digging out the darkness deep in the heart layer by layer.But at that time, he was dealing with human beings who were defenseless in the face of red impermanence, but now he was caught in a dream of being controlled by others, how could he turn the situation around and control this dream?

He couldn't think of a way for a while.And Aida was getting impatient.

"Drawling, it's so annoying!" All six of his arms were raised suddenly, each holding a magic weapon.All of a sudden, those arms stretched out infinitely like spirit snakes, and they were approaching in the blink of an eye.Four of the arms holding the sword swung like long whips, leaving only a phantom in the floating light.Before anyone could react, they only heard the wet sound of flesh being cut and a few short screams, and saw four heads flying in the air, rolling several times on the ground like rubber balls.The cross-section of the head and neck was clearly identifiable, and it took a while for the blood to spurt out as if returning to consciousness, and the body also fell down.

The other two each held a rusty vajra, and the moment they waved it, there was a flash of lightning, and the entire palace of hell was shaken in the thick lightning.After the two candidates were electrified, they rolled and twitched on the ground as if they had epilepsy. Soon, smoke rose from their bodies, their skin was burnt black, and they smelled like barbecue.

Yan Fei and the others quickly threw themselves down and hid behind some larger corpses.He didn't dare to poke his head out until the attack came to an end.Ayita's arms returned to their original length, and they stretched carelessly, as if they had just moved their muscles and bones.

At this moment, Yan Fei noticed that there was a golden chain tied to Ayita's ankle.The chain emitted a faint holy light, presumably it must be some kind of magic weapon.

It seemed that he couldn't move freely in this hell palace, so he just stood still.Just as he was about to tell others that they might be able to take advantage of this, suddenly there were about six or seven ghosts around who probably felt that they couldn't sit still, so they all rushed forward, yelling and waving their magical weapons, probably wanting to take advantage of the number of people swarm.

Yan Fei shouted "No!" but no one listened to him at all.They were already panicked by the tragic death of those six people, and their survival instincts interfered with their reason.

However, Aida just stood there with a smile, without any intention of resisting.

The moment the weapons in the ghost's hands fell on Ayi's head, suddenly a blinding flash exploded, swallowing everything.Yan Fei used his conditioned reflex to cover his eyes with his arms, only to feel a strong tinnitus coming from his ears, dizziness, and all senses were confused for a while.There was a burst of fishy sweetness in the throat, and a dull pain spread in the chest cavity.

He didn't dare to put down his arms until the scorching white light that pierced his eyelids gradually faded even though he was tightly shut, and the headache-ridden tinnitus subsided a little, then he dared to put down his arms and blinked slowly.

He was standing in a clean and tidy looking thatched hut main room. On the old but polished wooden table were two nights of hot porridge, a plate of pickles, and two chopsticks facing each other.A bunch of garlic and a bunch of dried chili are hung at the door, and the light rain drips down the thatch and falls on the green and lovely moss on the steps.In the yard, a few hens were pecking at the chaff all over the ground, moving their necks and making cooing sounds.

This is the small thatched hut in Liuzhou, the home of him and his master.

Yan Fei knew that this was Ayita's trick, using the strongest obsession in his heart to create a cage.If you want to break the cage, you must break your obsession.

But how can obsession be so easily broken?

But at this time, the green cloth curtain leading to the bedroom was lifted, and Tan Yangzi in a blue Taoist robe and white hair with jade hairpin came out.It seemed that he had just finished sitting in meditation, probably in the morning when the steamy sunlight fell on his straight eyebrows, and the originally hard face was softened by a faint layer of rising sun.

As soon as he saw Master, Yan Fei reflexively wanted to show that kind of nympho smile.But before the smile was fully formed, he suddenly remembered that this Tan Yangzi was not real, but a phantom created from his memory.

Seeing him, Tan Yangzi suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that could not be seen without looking carefully, and his originally stern face became much gentler, "You are back."

Yan Fei didn't speak, he knew that once he talked to the people in the illusion, his sanity would be affected.It may well be difficult to stay awake in the end.

As long as he maintains this indifferent and unresponsive state, he will have a good chance of finding flaws or gaps in the illusion.No matter how strong Hong Wuchang is, he can't create a seamless illusion, but many people don't notice it because they are addicted to it.As long as he can find a loophole, he can follow the loophole to enter Aida's dream, to probe his consciousness and fight back.

"Why don't you talk? Let's eat." Tan Yangzi still sat down at the table with that dignified posture, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and when he saw that he was still not moving, he showed a bit of puzzlement, "What are you waiting for? Do you still want to invite you as a teacher?"

Yan Fei resisted the urge to sit down and eat with Master, but still kept his original expression.

Tan Yangzi seemed a little angry, so he ignored him and ate breakfast by himself.Yan Fei turned around and went out, wanting to leave the hut that he most wanted to go back to, so as to reduce the influence of the environment on him.

The morning mist still surrounds the small courtyard, he pushed open the courtyard door and walked out, passing through the fog, another courtyard gate appeared in front of him, it was the courtyard gate of Liuzhou thatched cottage.He turned around and changed the direction, passing through the fog, but it was still the familiar, somewhat shabby courtyard door.

Yan Fei knew that he probably couldn't get out, so he had no choice but to open the door and go in.It's just that it was morning just now, but now it seems to be afternoon.

Tan Yangzi practiced his sword in the courtyard, every move was simple and magnificent, like flowing clouds sweeping the sea, pines riding the wind, thick and steady with a touch of elegance and agility.His white hair was flying like snow, slightly covering those sharp and slender eyes.Yan Fei remembered this set of swordsmanship, his favorite swordsmanship, and every time he saw his master dancing, he still couldn't move his eyes.

But at this moment, a figure passed by him, as if he didn't see his existence.

It was a man in red, with a tall and slender figure, and a head of jet-black hair with only two temples tied up slightly with a red silk rope.Yan Fei didn't see his face, but felt that his stature seemed somewhat similar to his own.

Is that himself?

This feeling is as if in some dreams, I originally experienced things from my own perspective, and the next moment I suddenly became an observer, watching another self doing something.There is a subtle trance, but it should be taken for granted.

This "Yan Fei" approached Tan Yangzi from behind. Tan Yangzi must have sensed it, but he didn't turn around.Thinking about it, I believed him very much.

At this time, Tan Yangzi's sword was fixed in a forward thrusting posture.

"Yan Fei" walked behind him silently, put his hand around Tan Yangzi's waist, put it close to Tan Yangzi's ear, and said something with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Tan Yangzi didn't struggle, and let him hold him like that, even retracted his sword, and leaned back slightly into "Yan Fei"'s arms.

This is simply Yan Fei's dream!

Although he knew that the man in red was himself, Yan Fei still felt a deep sense of displeasure, a jealousy so sour that his teeth ached.

"How about the mission?" Tan Yangzi asked in a flat voice that Yan Fei was very familiar with.

"It's done." There was a bit of his own voice, but it seemed to be a little lower than his own voice, "It's just a ghoul, and I haven't even used it for an hour."

Tan Yangzi struggled a little, and "Yan Fei" hugged him tighter again.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

"Stop making trouble, medicine is still boiling in the room."

"Yan Fei" still stubbornly did not let go.

Tan Yangzi sighed, turned his head slightly helplessly, and asked, "Shiva, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Fei felt cold water pouring down on his head.

Shiva... a familiar name...

That's right... I overheard Dasa Moluo's conversation with Master before and mentioned this name.He is the former Hong Wuchang of Master.

After his death, the master did not accept the new red impermanence for 300 years.When I mention it now, Master will still get confused.

Yan Fei didn't know much about Shiva, so the Shiva in this illusion is naturally unlikely to be the real Shiva.But Yan Fei didn't know, he didn't notice that before he knew it, he was still affected by the illusion.

Shiva...that's Shiva...

No wonder Master leaned so relaxed in that man's arms, no wonder the two figures, one green and one red, looked so harmonious and natural.

Why does Shiva look so much like himself?Is this why Master adopted him?

Could it be that he has been just a shadow of Shiva all along?

What if Shiva is not dead? What if Shiva comes back?Is it because the master doesn't want me anymore?

A turbulent flow of thoughts suddenly overturned like a floodgate, breaking the calm that Yan Fei had been trying to maintain in an instant.Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop.Since I was a child, all those restless, hesitant and fearful thoughts suddenly became so clear in an instant, without any notice.

Tan Yangzi turned around, facing Shiva, facing his real Hongwuchang and his lover.He showed a smile that was too warm for him, "Why are you so clingy today?"

"I miss you very much." Shiva whispered, gently holding Tan Yangzi's cheek with both hands, and then... kissed deeply.

Yan Fei turned around immediately, taking advantage of the fact that he could still control himself, he turned and ran wildly, fleeing from such a scene.Rampage in the fog, suddenly crashed into a room.It was a room that was very similar to the master's room in Liuzhou's hut, but subtly different. Red candles dripped mottled tears on the table, and the two figures in the green gauze tent were shrouded in a hazy light that seemed to smell of alcohol.

At this time, Tan Yangzi is completely different from his usual neatly dressed appearance. His jade hairpin has been pulled out, and his silver hair is spread on his broad shoulders, falling along his firm wheat-colored skin to his narrow waist. .His blue Taoist robe, which was always spotless, was pulled loosely, and the collar slid down from his shoulders wide, unable to conceal the strong and beautiful body of a cheetah under the abstinence clothes.And that face that had always been dignified and dignified was also flushed with emotion at this moment, the sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the thin lips were slightly parted, stained with wet luster.

This is the appearance of Tan Yangzi in Yan Fei's spring|dream that Yan Fei dared not to talk about in the past few years. Every morning when he wakes up, the bedding and pajamas are all dirty.If Tan Yangzi was fine when he was not at home, if the master was at home, he would try to find a way to clean the sheets secretly by himself.

But now, the scene he was most looking forward to and shameful, has become his nightmare.

It wasn't me who was holding Master, but that man named Shiva.The man who had a very similar appearance to himself.He stroked the skin that only he could touch, kissed the neck that only he could kiss, and left deep marks on the wheat-colored skin.

The endless anger burned his reason, he yelled, grabbed the scissors that appeared on the table at some time, rushed over and stabbed the scissors into Shiva's right eye, straight into the brain .Blood ran down the scissors and stained his hands red.Shiva didn't even make a sound and fell down, motionless.

"Don't!" Tan Yangzi cried out in such grief and despair that Yan Fei's whole heart twitched.He heard such a cry once, that was in the underground palace of Infernal Hell, when he blocked the power of Botan Mohua for his master.

"Nie Yi! Why did you kill him!!!" Tan Yangzi grabbed Yan Fei by the throat, his eyes burning with intense hatred and disgust.

Yan Fei felt the pain in his heart as if it was being torn apart.Obviously, he should know that this is all fake, it is all a trick of the mysterious red impermanence, but tears still flowed out.He yelled, "You are mine! You are mine!!!"

Hearing his pretentious but very sad roar, Tan Yangzi smiled. Yan Fei had never seen that mocking and contemptuous smile before, "What do you think you are? When I picked you up, but It’s because I’m too lonely and I just want to keep a pet for fun. And you are somewhat similar to Shiva, so I took you in. I didn’t expect you to just be grateful and push your nose on your face?”

"Shut up, shut up! You're not Master! Master wouldn't do this to me!"

"Of course I am your master! You know it in your heart, don't you?" Tan Yangzi laughed so cruelly, "You don't know anything, you just know how to shout stupid things like you are mine You were born as a human being, is there only this pathetic purpose? I have walked in the world for thousands of years, and I have seen and tasted so much suffering, do you understand even the superficial? You are just a child clamoring for candy! You are not worthy of anyone! I will not love you, and I will never fall in love with you!"

These words obviously couldn't have been said by Tan Yangzi, but every word touched the place that Yan Fei was most afraid of.A wave of resentment suddenly filled his heart, he glared at "Tan Yangzi" angrily, and said in a cold voice, "Master will never say such a thing, you are that red impermanence illusion!" When it fell, he ruthlessly plunged the scissors into "Tan Yangzi"'s neck again.The blood spurted out suddenly, and the hot blood sprayed on the face, which felt so real to the touch.Tan Yangzi let go of him, covered his bleeding neck with both hands, and fell back on the bed, his mouth flaring desperately like a stranded fish, but he couldn't make any sound.

"If you don't get it, you will be destroyed. This is what you call liking?" A familiar and mocking voice sounded in his ear, as if someone was whispering in his ear.He turned around abruptly, but saw Jianna standing beside him, with disappointment and strangeness shining in his bright yellow eyes, "Yan Fei, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Yan Fei reflexively defended, "No! That wasn't you just now, it was pretended by someone else!"

"Are you so sure that it's not me?" Qian Na asked coldly.

Yan Fei couldn't answer, and he suddenly became a little uncertain.

He was so angry at the time, so angry that he killed Master without hesitation.But maybe Master really thinks that way, and would really say that.If so, would he really kill his beloved master?

Could this be my truest emotion?What admiration, what belief, is nothing but the most superficial infatuation and possessiveness.Such a self is really not worthy of Master's love, or even staying by his side.

But what to do?It seems that his whole life was born to follow the master.Without Master, he is like a ship without a helmsman, in an ocean full of dangerous storms and turbulent waves, drifting with the current and not knowing where to go.He can't give up, if he gives up, there will be nothing.

"No... No... You are all hallucinations... I'm dreaming..." He murmured, saying to himself over and over again.He was not so sure anymore, but as if holding on to the last bit of persistence, he suddenly pierced the scissors in his hand into the chest of "Janna".

Qian Na didn't even frown, but suddenly showed a fierce face with green face and fangs, sharp claws pinched his throat tightly, and uttered a nightmare curse, "Yan Fei, you are nothing to me, I Will never fall in love with you!"

Yan Fei was panting heavily, sweating profusely, as if he had just fought an exhausting battle.

Did he win?Did he kill the illusion of Hong Wuchang in his dream?

Suddenly the whole house was filled with that kind of thick fog, and the two corpses of Master could not be seen.

"Yan Fei, have you ever wondered why you like Master so much?" Tan Yangzi, who had been killed by him just now, walked out of the mist with the scissors stuck in his neck, "Don't you think you are a little crazy?" Don’t you have any goals or desires of your own, and everything revolves around Master. Do you really think this is normal?”

"Yan Fei, have you ever thought that maybe Master doesn't want you to have such feelings at all. Is it interesting for you to stalk me like this? If you didn't deceive me that time, how could you and I have such absurdities? I have never I just regard you as a stray dog ​​who can be rescued easily, why do you insist on biting me and not letting go?" Qian Na had scissors stuck in his chest, blocking his retreat.

"Yan Fei, do you really think this is liking? If you really like someone, you should respect his wishes. You deceived me with despicable means, and you used cruel tricks to force me to offend my immediate boss to help you. Do you think Do you like to restrain a person like this? You will only bring me more pain and danger, and will only make my life more difficult!"

"Yan Fei, you have only been with me for ten years, are you trying to replace Shiva who has been with me for 1000 years? Shiva is my true love and will never change."

"Yan Fei, you've only been in love for ten years. The 1000-year love between Shiva and me will be exhausted one day, how do you know that your enthusiasm will never dissipate?"

"Yan Fei, can you really guarantee that your sincerity will never change? You can't even guarantee that you can live until tomorrow. You don't even know how dirty your own heart is, so what can you guarantee?"

These voices poured into Yan Fei's ears like the most vicious curse.He clearly knew that he shouldn't believe it, but every word they said was true and could not be refuted.The attachment and love I always thought was wishful thinking only brought more troubles and troubles to Channa.Perhaps this is not love at all, but a disease, a disease carried from birth.

Yan Fei has always faintly felt that he is different from other children.My obsession with Master is too deep, to the point of being unreasonable.Could it be because he lacked the love of his parents since he was a child, and was bullied and feared in the theater troupe, so he grasped Master like a life-saving straw?Except for this strong emotion for Master, he seems to lack interest in everything in the world, as if separated by some things.Without Master, even oneself is illusory and meaningless.

Yes, without the master, his whole existence becomes meaningless.If he becomes a burden to the master, perhaps it is better to disappear.

Yan Fei's knees softened and he knelt down.He covered his ears with his hands, but he couldn't stop those cruel words.His eyes gradually became hollow and empty, as if the souls of heaven and earth had also flown away.

He was already on the verge of collapse, and the resistance of his spiritual sense had been reduced to the lowest level.Now it is easy for him to be completely controlled by Aida.As long as Aita enters the deepest part of his consciousness, he can manipulate his body to commit suicide.

However, when Ayida finally got into the deepest part of Yan Fei's spiritual consciousness, he didn't see the emptiness and whiteness that he expected.

In that whiteness stood a figure.

A faint, pale golden figure that could not be seen clearly and seemed to dissipate at any moment.

That figure vaguely looks like Yan Fei, but it gives off a completely different feeling...

A kind of indescribable sadness, a kind of silence that is wider than the universe, and a kind of antiquity beyond time.

Aida froze, he didn't know what it was.

The pale golden figure who couldn't see his face slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he met those eyes, Ayita couldn't help but let out a scream.

"It's impossible for me to give up Gannamara." The pale golden figure said in a soft, ethereal voice, "You shouldn't have dug so deep, Ayita."