There are stone monuments every ten meters. Standing behind the stone monument, you can't see anywhere else.
"Master Wu Yue?"
Meng Weihan called out three times in a row, and then Wu Yue came back to his senses.
"Elder Meng."
"What is Young Master Wu Yue thinking?" Meng Weihan held Yan Hongni, who fainted in pain, with a gloomy expression on her face.
Wu Yue's mind was full of the last scene he saw.
The person who was suddenly stopped, turned into powder in the little girl's fingers.
Accompanied by fine silver light, rustling fell to the ground.
Those people don't know why they suddenly increased their cultivation, and they are struggling to deal with it.
Why did she kill people so easily
"It's nothing." Wu Yue didn't say what he saw just now: "Chu... Is she okay with Zheng?"
"No bones were hurt." Meng Weihan was nervous about Yan Hongni, and she couldn't help but soften when she said that.
The more Wu looked at it, the more strange it became.
"It's fine."
Meng Weihan: "What do you think about what happened just now, Young Master Wu Yue?"
Wu Yue: "I've only heard of Wuyin Town, but I haven't really entered it. There are many theories about this Wuyin Maze, so I'm not very clear about the specific situation."
Wu Yue paused for a moment: "Pentatonic Matrix is based on everyone's deepest fear or hidden desire to form music. I think there are so many sayings about Pentameter Matrix, maybe because it's different every time."
Everyone's desires and fears are different, and what they encounter is naturally different.
Therefore, there are many sayings that have been circulated outside, and there is no agreed version.
Meng Weihan nodded, agreeing with what Wu Yue said.
Yan Hongni was injured, so Meng Weihan decided to rest in place and make plans before and after.
Wu Yue had no opinion.
Meng Weihan hugged Yan Hongni and sat down against a stone tablet.
The blood on Yan Hongni's sleeve made Meng Weihan's eyes turn bloody.
He could see clearly then.
If it wasn't for that woman kicking Ni'er suddenly, Ni'er wouldn't be hurt.
Meng Weihan's guilt towards Chuzheng had now disappeared without a trace.
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Chuzheng killed two people and ran away quickly. With so many people, she didn't want to deal with them one by one.
With evil spirits leading the way, Chuzheng's route is not crooked.
But the gloomy background voice in her ear seemed to begin to change.
With drums, screams, fights...
From blur to clear.
Completely transformed at last.
That is the battlefield.
Chuzheng didn't feel anything about it. How many cents did it have to do with her
Just as the thought of Chuzheng flashed, her hands were suddenly empty.
The stone tablet in front of him disappeared.
A large number of corpses appeared in front of her, including monsters and humans.
Broken flags were planted in the blood-stained dirt, and weapons stood alone.
The sky was dark and dark, and circling birds with unpleasant chirping.
She was standing in this corpse.
In the distance are humans and beasts fighting, and the sound came from there.
Chuzheng looked around, but didn't find himself broken and coffin.
Is this a fantasy
But what does this place have to do with her
... Could it be from Shen Yin
But according to the eight... news she heard, Shen Yin had never appeared on the battlefield.
Of course, maybe she didn't hear it all.
Perhaps it was before this that Shen Yin had been to the battlefield.
But this is not what she has experienced, how can you trap her
Chuzheng tried to get out of here first, but no matter what she did, she didn't.
In the end, Chu Zheng could only try to move forward.
After walking about ten meters, she stopped, and her physical strength did not lose.
In other words, this place is not restricted by the coffin... Then her original body should still be in place.
Although this is certain, there is no way to get out.
Chuzheng decided to move forward to see which play Wu Yin Zhenzhen had arranged for him.
Chuzheng quickly arrived at the battlefield.
Humans and demon beasts fought fiercely, with blood and corpses in their sights.
Chuzheng wasn't sure whether she would be attacked, so she didn't move forward and observed around the battlefield.
Chuzheng found a human-like command camp behind the battlefield.
She touched it all the way, and met a patrolman on the way, and the other party could clearly see her.
When you see the face of life, you will scold you when you open your mouth.
Chuzheng knocked people down and avoided them more carefully.
"Young Master Jingpo!"
"You can't beat the young master!"
As soon as Chu Zheng approached the camp, he heard exclamations.
In front of the camp, the boy in white was stopped.
The young man was a little younger than what Chuzheng saw. He was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. His facial features were beautiful, but he had not yet opened his eyes, showing a bit of immaturity.
"Young Master Jingpo, those people are not dead yet, you can't do this!"
"I can't save them, they will die sooner or later." The boy's voice was also immature, but he was almost cold-blooded and ruthless.
"I'm here to save more people," he said.
At this time, the shock, the communication is normal, and there is no slowness.
"Young Master Jingpa, what's the difference between you and murder!" The person who stopped the young man roared, "You are a doctor who saves the dead and heals the wounded, not the executioner who kills. They are not dead, they are still alive!"
The young man was silent.
The man hurriedly made a gesture of invitation: "Young Master Jingpo, please come back first."
The boy didn't say anything and went back to the tent behind.
Chuzheng watched the tent being guarded.
It's not hers... it's shocking.
From the very beginning, all she heard was the music that was made up deep inside her heart.
In a sudden turn of the picture, the camp in the barren mountains and ridges has become a hall with carved beams and painted buildings.
Inside the hall, the boy knelt on the ground.
His white clothes were stained with blood, his hair was messy, and his lips were pale.
Compared to just now, the young man seems to be a year older, his body has been stretched, and he has grown a lot, but he has become thinner.
"You know what's wrong?"
Sitting high in the hall, a middle-aged man asked in a cold voice.
The boy's voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with the disciple? The disciple saved so many people..."
"You... you're just stubborn! Tie him to the Medical Heart Pavilion until he admits his mistake!"
The boy was dragged out of the hall, and Chuzheng followed.
At the top of the Medical Heart Pavilion, the young man's hands were tied with ropes and hung out of thin air.
Chuzheng boarded the Medical Heart Pavilion.
"Who!" the guard yelled.
Chu Zheng raised his hand and waved, and the two fell off the Medical Heart Pavilion at the same time.
The boy was already very weak, barely able to open his eyes.
Chuzheng put him down, and the boy grabbed her sleeve: "I'm not wrong."
Chuzheng replied softly, "Well, you're right."
The boy stared at her blankly, tears streaming down his face.
Everyone said he was wrong.
Master is like this, fellow students are like this, people in the world are like this...
Now suddenly someone says he's right.
She said he was right.
The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the grievances in his heart could no longer hold back.
Chuzheng wiped the tears from the corner of the boy's eyes with his fingertips: "Don't cry, I'll take you away."
The boy didn't know her, but he nodded without hesitation, hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go.
As if this was his life-saver.
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