"Am I dazzled?"
Yu Shi briefly murmured through his body.
Because he is in a soul state now, he can naturally see things that others cannot. He saw the phantom of Qingli Mountain forming in front of him, and he also saw more clearly the essence of those cloud-like floccules under the phantom of Qingli Mountain... They were souls, souls in the process of being conceived. .
Yu Shi saw a figure he was familiar with.
Ming Ning, Gu Xi... Yu Shi could vaguely see their mostly formed features. They seemed to be immersed in a peaceful dream, with curved corners of their mouths, filled with the breath of life.
—Their white mist-like bodies condensed into the shadow of Qingli Mountain!
On the other hand, Fei Hongwen's soul couldn't help but feel frightened. Ming Fei Hongwen's Qingli Mountain was also so beautiful that it looked like a fairyland, but it just gave Yu Shi a very bad feeling.
"So this is it? What is it like?"
Yu Shi later realized what Luo Zhifeng had just said. He didn't seem to be surprised at all by such a wonderful situation, as if he had it in his mind.
Luo Zhifeng chuckled: "The essence of fantasy is gestation. It uses the pens of you authors to gestate the souls of the characters and scenery you write about—"
His unspoken guess was...
The world was already on the verge of collapse, and in order to save itself, its God turned to books.
These books have the possibility of forming a small world of their own, but it is far from enough to rely solely on the weak souls they generate.
As a result, the unformed Tiandao in the books and the Tiandao of the small world where Yu Shi lives reached a mutually win-win deal. The way of heaven in this small world helps the world in books breed new souls, and the world in books provides a place of refuge so that the small world can escape the disaster of destruction.
Therefore, the existence of fantasy power came into being -
Therefore, only works that embody the author's emotions and hard work can truly stimulate imagination and allow the scenes described in the text to unfold.
And these scenery born from words will continuously nourish and nurture unformed souls, serving as a mother body quietly waiting for the day they come to life.
Isn’t the so-called fantasy city plan a clear escape route pointed out by this small world
As long as people enter a new small world built by imagination and where souls are being born, they can survive.
"Tsk—" Luo Zhifeng tutted slightly, and the meaning revealed in his brows and eyes was hard to fathom.
The onlookers could not see the soul being nurtured under the protection of the shadow. They could only see that Luo Zhifeng's writing speed was much slower than Fei Hongwen's, as if he was deliberately stalling for time!
Their scoldings became more and more intense, and the audience in the live broadcast room, a world away, almost felt sick from the spittle.
Even the police officers responsible for maintaining order at the venue were shaken in their sanity and became passive and sabotaged after looking directly at the phantom of Qingli Mountain created by Fei Hongwen for several seconds.
[what happened? ] Jiang Jingzhao typed in the live broadcast room in confusion, "This Earth Recall Competition is a large-scale competition planned by the country and taken very seriously, right?" Why is it so noisy like a vegetable market? ! ]
Which highly anticipated game held by a country is not solemn and solemn
But look inside the venue... what a mess it is!
The audience members who were supposed to be sitting in their seats were all excited and kept mumbling something. Jiang Jingzhao carefully observed several audience members and found that their lip shapes were all surprisingly consistent, as if they had a tacit understanding. are chanting the same slogan.
The camera that was supposed to cover the entire venue was currently in front of Fei Hongwen, while Luo Zhifeng, his opponent, seemed to be completely ignored.
What Jiang Jingzhao couldn't bear the most was that the police officers recruited for this kind of national-level competition should be of high quality and focus on the overall situation, right? ! Shouldn't they quickly adjust the order of the venue at this time...
But how could he see that more than one police officer looked at Fei Hongwen or Luo Zhifeng, and without exception, they showed admiration for Fei Hongwen, but contempt and disgust for Luo Zhifeng? !
Jiang Jingzhao's uncle was once lucky enough to host such a large-scale national event. He happened to be next to Jiang Jingzhao's computer and took a look, and his face immediately turned dark.
"This is embarrassing the country! What kind of words!"
This is a global broadcast! Cameras are placed in every corner of the venue, and every move of everyone at the venue will be clearly displayed in front of audiences across the country and even audiences in other countries.
By doing this... they are undoubtedly trampling the face of their country on the ground.
[Yes! It was embarrassing.] Some viewers in the live broadcast room responded to Jiang Jingzhao, and then quickly raised a question [I think it will take a while before the host gets slapped in the face, so I was distracted by the guests and the audience in these games.
I'm very curious now, what are these audience members talking about with their heads down? Is there anyone who knows lip reading who can come and analyze it? ]
The audience, who were dominated by irritability and even wanted to criticize the anchor, were attracted by this comment and rushed over to watch. Their attention was diverted.
Seeing that the anxious comments suddenly disappeared, the live broadcast room audience member who asked the question scratched his hair and said to himself:
"Does this count as helping the anchor maintain order in the live broadcast room?"
"Hey... I'm a little happy thinking about it." She rolled her eyes, "Then continue to watch the anchor?"
Luo Zhifeng felt a very fiery gaze, which undoubtedly came from Fei Hongwen.
Fei Hongwen regarded Luo Zhifeng as his biggest obstacle, and almost every time he finished writing quickly, he would look at him proudly.
It's really annoying.
"So that's it..." Yu Shi slowly finished thinking about Luo Zhifeng's words, the gloomy feeling was swept away, and his voice sounded joyful -
It was as if the sun was shining on this young man blinded by hatred again.
He was chirping, like a little bird, hovering in Luo Zhifeng's ears and saying, "I will see Ming Ning, right? I will see him, right -?"
The characters in the author's works are always what they wish to be.
Now, when Yu Shi thinks of this... he feels his whole heart trembling.
"I really want to... see him soon," Yu Shi murmured, "He is not Wencheng written by Fei Hong, he is Ming Ning! So... let's continue!"
If Yu Shi had a body, his eyes would probably be extremely bright at this moment.
"Continue." Luo Zhifeng agreed, slightly curling his lips. This time, he did not stop writing again. Instead, he seemed to be painting some kind of landscape painting, completing it with one stroke.
When he stopped writing, Fei Hongwen had already finished writing and was looking at Luo Zhifeng calmly and slightly mockingly.
The moment Luo Zhifeng stopped writing, the time for this game had just run out.
"What is this! Hahaha - I'm laughing so hard!" Some spectators saw a large... white mist of unknown meaning hanging on the competition work written by Luo Zhifeng, and let out a harsh laugh.
This is really... so funny!
"Hahaha, I laughed to death. I thought this plagiarism dog was so leisurely and calm, but what happened? He just showed us a white mist? Look at the work of Fei Hongwen, that is called a real masterpiece, okay? ! What is the difference between cloud and mud? I can feel it—"
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the white mist in front of Luo Zhifeng, which was so thin that it could be blown away in one breath. One or two of them were dumbfounded.
What about turning fantasy into reality? You wrote about Qingli Mountain, mortal cities, palaces, and even described the protagonist’s final path to immortality... The result of writing so much is that a small white mist catalyzed into a large cloud. White fog
Funny
At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room had the same idea of being fooled as the audience watching the game.
They couldn't help but look at Fei Hongwen's work. When they saw it, everyone exclaimed and took a breath.
It’s not bad, it’s just great—
Fei Hongwen's entries have extremely clear shadows floating on them. They are as exquisite as works of art, with every detail carefully crafted and carrying an air of immortality that cannot be seen in the mortal world.
Even the most sophisticated art master holds his breath when staring at this work, unable to find any faults. Several contestants who have not yet competed have already shaken their heads and sighed, admitting that they cannot do as well as Fei Hongwen.
In the blink of an eye, Fei Hongwen became the focus of everyone's eyes. He seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant golden light. Even the senior old man who had doubted Fei Hongwen and noticed something was wrong couldn't help but want to take back the prejudice he said before and completely push Fei Hongwen into the world. Go to the top.
Fei Hongwen felt that he had become the center of attention, and could not help but become more convinced of his identity as the protagonist. He had already put on a winner's smile and looked at Luo Zhifeng with a condescending look.
In his eyes, Luo Zhifeng has become a defeated general and a buffoon. As for the sense of crisis that Fei Hongwen Ruoyouruowu felt? Naturally, with his highly inflated self-confidence, he would not take this to heart anymore.
He is the protagonist of the world!
Isn't it a small competition that can be easily accomplished
"Get ready to start the final inspection." Luo Zhifeng's calm voice interrupted everyone who continued to be intoxicated by the shadow of Fei Hongwen's work.
Fei Hongwen immediately lost the feeling of being noticed by everyone, and immediately glared at Luo Zhifeng, feeling that he was really ignorant.
But when Fei Hongwen looked into Luo Zhifeng's eyes, he was surprised to find that this man was still smiling!
His smile didn't look like his usual gentle and gentle look, nor did it look like a fake smile that he was trying to hold on to. Fei Hongwen's face suddenly turned green, and his mouth was slightly open as if he was about to breathe out a series of rough breaths.
Fei Hongwen felt that he was offended, offended by such a thing... He actually felt that Luo Zhifeng's smile contained the playful and contemptuous meaning of a hunter looking at his prey.
He was waiting for himself, looking down at himself... as if he were looking at a useless object!
What qualifications does he have as a loser? What qualifications does he have? ! Fei Hongwen bit his lip irritably, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment.
He said directly to Luo Zhifeng: "Test it, some people... it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible."
Otherwise, you don’t know how you will die! Fei Hongwen looked at Luo Zhifeng coldly, and the corners of his mouth curved in a somewhat twisted arc.
This weird smile really ruined Feihong's elegant appearance, but no one present realized his abnormality. They looked at him as if he were a god.
Luo Zhifeng replied to him without changing his tone: "Some people... can only be poor forgers."
What do you know? What do you know? ! Fei Hongwen thought fiercely, what kind of forgery - what he used was the original, this is the original! !
He couldn't wait to watch his work defeat Luo Zhifeng.
"Please conduct an on-site inspection of the works of the two contestants on the stage."
The person in charge held up the two thin papers and presented them in front of the camera, letting everyone see that this was a fair and open comparison.
But when holding up Luo Zhifeng's work, the person in charge frowned. He didn't know why he suddenly had the urge to burn the papers of Luo Zhifeng's works.
But how is it possible? No matter how much he disliked Luo Zhifeng in private, he would never be tempted to do such a ridiculous thing to ruin his future in public!
The person in charge felt extremely ridiculous in his heart. He still didn't show anything strange on the outside, but he already had a knot in his heart.
"Now, the inspection begins—"
As the person in charge finished speaking, the curses were basically directed towards Luo Zhifeng. The audience's maliciousness was like a wild beast that could not be controlled at all.
This also caused the viewers in the live broadcast room, whose attention had been diverted for a while, to be infected again with this irritating and profound malice. Many people made various obscene remarks in the live broadcast room.
[Damn it, the anchor is a coward and a waste, he only deserves to use one to please women! ]
[Shit anchor, cheating money—I didn’t waste so much effort just to come here and see you fooling people here! ! ]
[I feel like the anchor is dead and finished - bah, I might as well read mindless cool articles. This will at least make me more happy and not feel so depressed. It makes me so angry, I must do better than the anchor if I fuck you! ]
The audience in the live broadcast room watched Fei Hongwen's work expand and expand like a violent chemical reaction as soon as it landed on the desert, filling up the small half of the desert that people could see in the blink of an eye.
What about Luo Zhifeng’s works
It was as funny as a small cloud of white mist turned into a large cloud of white mist. After being released, it floated there slowly, as if it was about to take root in this small area.
Looking at it, it can't be compared with Fei Hongwen's.
Even if it only expands into a small building! At least you can gain some respect.
The audience in the live broadcast room felt their hearts sinking as they listened to the wanton ridicule and curses. For a while, the number of people watching the live broadcast dropped sharply, and I am afraid that only a few loyal fans remained.
Jiang Jingzhao shook his head crazily and typed: [Impossible... I think there must be some room for change! The anchor must be able to do it—]
Even though he was typing like this, his face still showed a clear expression of disappointment and coldness.
When things have reached this point, what room is there for you? It is simply impossible for the anchor to be as desperate as he imagined...
Just as Jiang Jingzhao was about to give up on himself and say the last word "attack", his eyes widened and he stared at the screen, unable to move away.
Who said Luo Zhifeng couldn't fight back—
The white mist that was originally shrunk into a ball and swaying slightly seemed to realize something, and suddenly started a crazy counterattack!
The white mist suddenly spread out, and in an instant it covered every corner that people could see, covering the sky and the sun.
In a place invisible to ordinary eyes, Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi witnessed a truly fierce and most intuitive battle.
Yu Shi's soul opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to react. His eyes fell on the Qingli Mountain, Imperial City, and other buildings "created" by Fei Hongwen, and at this moment he realized the source of his uncomfortable feeling.
These fantasy works from Fei Hongwen all have an extremely terrifying black energy! The black aura is like maggots attached to bones, a muddy swamp, and rusty chains... It tightly wraps the formed scene of Qingli Mountain, like a bloodthirsty snake with its mouth wide open. Likewise, we must strangle all the creatures written by Yu Shi!
Yu Shi saw a look of pain on the faces of the unformed white mist-like souls. At this moment, he seemed to feel the same and knew the consequences of letting the black aura continue to spread.
These souls who are still being conceived will be killed!
It is eroding and devouring their existence!
But as soon as Yu Shifu got closer, he felt the overwhelming pain of needle pricks coming towards him. The pain made him shrink back several steps, which was of no help at all.
He needs help... they need help! Yu Shi weakly waved his burned arms, his eyes filled with pain.
How could he, he couldn't do it, face the death of the characters he wrote... He needed help!
At this moment, Yu Shi suddenly remembered something and turned his head to look at Luo Zhifeng. His eyes expressed the same meaning - you said you would help me, right? No regrets, right
Luo Zhifeng, who had been motionless, nodded inaudibly. Yu Shi caught the slight smile on the corner of his lips, and was surprised to find that he seemed to be able to control his body -
This is…
Yu Shi saw a soul with long black hair coming out of his body. He was wearing clothes that did not come from any dynasty.
This is Luo Zhifeng!
When Yu Shi realized this, Luo Zhifeng had already touched the white "mist" that was already attached to the "Qingli Mountain" and other scenery, and was furiously resisting the black aura.
This existence that Yu Shi could not avoid was easily touched by Luo Zhifeng -
At this moment, no matter what Luo Zhifeng did, the white mist actually exceeded the range bound by the black air in an instant!
"ah… "
A young man's sigh came from the empty space. In the white mist, Ming Ning made a little sound.
After the protagonist Ming Ning was picked up in Qingli Mountain for a period of time, he seemed to have become accustomed to such a life of laughter and fun, which was not at all like the life of cultivating immortals as he imagined.
But someone broke into Qingli Mountain and revealed for Ming Ning a corner of the blood feud sealed in his memory.
Ming Ning is the prince of the most powerful country in the mortal world. Except for the eldest son of the emperor, his elder brother and younger brother all died due to various reasons and were no longer eligible to compete for the throne.
Therefore, Ming Ning, the only surviving younger brother of the prince and the most popular candidate for the throne, became a thorn in the side of the eldest son.
As a result, Ming Ning's mother-in-law's family was lightly executed on the charge of treason. On the night when the entire family's heads fell to the ground, Ming Ning's mother-in-law received the news that she was filled with hatred and fear. invitation—
Let her dance a famously festive dance before the emperor, who had been ill for a long time, died in bed, on the day when almost all her family members were executed!
This is an insult... This is a demonstration. This is also a signal that the eldest prince is ready to eliminate the only younger brother who may compete with him for the throne.
This is a Hongmen Banquet!
Who doesn't know that the emperor has been unable to get out of bed and even speak? This invitation could only be sent by the eldest prince in the name of the emperor!
Ming Ning actually had a premonition before this, but he couldn't abandon his mother and concubine, and was even prepared to die tragically.
But he didn't expect that such a delicate woman as his mother-in-law could do more cruelty than he imagined!
Ming Ning's mother-in-law lit a piece of ecstasy incense, which temporarily knocked out everyone around her. In this race against time, she used a dagger to cut off the flesh on her body piece by piece.
Ming Ning's mother-in-law knew that there were immortal cultivators, but her mother clan was not in a position to contact them. The only escape method she could find was a teleportation formation that required immortal cultivators to activate.
Ming Ning's mother-in-law is a mortal. How can a mortal activate the formation? Unless you use your own body and flesh as a sacrifice—
Ming Ning saw his mother's body covered in blood, her flesh and blood separated... The moment he was pushed into the teleportation array, he saw that the vermilion phoenix tail hairpin on his mother's bun seemed to come to life... it was so bright and dazzling.
From then on, Mingning's memories of the palace were only the dazzling golden color, her mother's fiery red dance skirt, and the vermilion phoenix tail hairpin.
—It was a scene where blood and power intertwined.
The palace is a cannibal.
It is the representative of the pinnacle of the mortal world, but the one who lives in the high position... is a pitiful person in Ming Ning's eyes.
Ming Ning, who was sent away by the teleportation array, was also a mortal who had never practiced cultivation. He was naturally injured and turned into a fool.
Fortunately, this idiot with extraordinary clothes met someone from Qingli Mountain.
…
Ming Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, as this unformed soul seemed to be showing signs of waking up.
At this moment, the audience, who were watching the showdown without blinking, let out a chorus of surprise and hiss.
They watched as the majestic palace created by Fei Hongwen was engulfed by a string of vermilion flames soaring into the sky, and was burned to the ground in a matter of seconds!
"Ah!!" The audience couldn't believe their eyes. How could Fei Hongwen lose? !
But this is the fact, and they are not allowed to deceive themselves at all. The camera relayed the confused and disbelieving expressions of countless pairs of eyes.
While Fei Hongwen's palace was burned to ashes, the white mist penetrated into the vermilion flames without any hindrance. So...a brand new palace rose from the sky and stood in front of people's eyes.
When people saw the golden glazed tiles, their faces were brushed by the thick and noble breath, and they couldn't help but think about it, as if they were seeing a brand-new palace that had just been built.
After sensing the splendid decoration, they all took a breath of cold air. At the half-open vermilion door, they saw a vague dancing red figure.
There was a ticking, ticking sound of water, which scared people to the core, and they felt a chill that penetrated their bones out of thin air. The coquettish flames kept burning and burning, so that people's nostrils were filled with the scorching smell of fire and blood.
It was not until this moment that the audience realized another meaning represented by the palace.
Not only wealth and power, but also... countless intrigues and bloody killings once existed in this place.
The emperor was the most noble man of that era, and also the loneliest man!
This is Luo Zhifeng's work... It's ridiculous that they thought it was just a small and inconspicuous white mist!
Audiences who are more awake have already realized that no matter what, Fei Hongwen's palace has already lost. They marveled at this whimsical palace from the bottom of their hearts. It really seemed to be the man-eating palace in the eyes of the protagonist Ming Ning!
However, some viewers looked at Qingli Mountain in confusion. Why was there no movement in Qingli Mountain
But some crazy spectators had bloodshot eyes and stared in the direction of the desert. They were as disbelieving and crazy as Fei Hongwen at this moment.
Their thoughts at this moment are completely unified -
Must be a fluke! Yu Shi must be lucky enough to know so much about the palace! !
It is absolutely impossible for him to go any further. Only Fei Hongwen/I will be the final winner!
For a few seconds, Fei Hongwen's face was as ferocious as a devil. He would never find fault with himself. When he was at a disadvantage, the first person to complain was the man he burned. The original author of this book has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years.
He felt that the previous person was so unsatisfactory that he actually lost this round. If the grave of his predecessor was found in this world, he would dig up the bones of the damn guy who had embarrassed him, crush the bones and spread the ashes!
Jiang Jingzhao was so excited that he burst into tears, yelling and almost bursting into tears.
Because of this huge reversal, the flow of people in the live broadcast room returned in an instant, and the number of viewers even increased a bit compared to before.
The live broadcast system watched all this and showed an unprecedented happy attitude. But it finally realized something very subtle was wrong in this ecstasy.
Why, no matter how you look at it... the host is not at all as prepared to conquer the protagonist of this small world as it imagined
And—why hasn’t it obtained even the slightest bit of the host’s soul or even the protagonist’s luck through the live broadcast room? !
As the live broadcast system thought about this, it discovered more and more flaws—
How is it bound to the host? Is the host really female, the greedy and selfish Qin Xuelan
In the live broadcast room, the audience was overjoyed, and in the shocked and resentful reactions of the audience and Fei Hongwen, Yu Shi saw Luo Zhifeng's lips raised slightly, suppressing his beating heart.
No one knows better than Yu Shi that it is impossible to create such a perfect world with his ability...
It was because of what Luo Zhifeng did that the situation suddenly reversed.
"Thank you." Yu Shi said softly, looking at the center of the fight without blinking. He saw a Ming Ning whose figure became more and more solid. He also discovered that the boy who was born in his works had grown a lot taller. points, his breath became calmer, as if he had experienced this battle for the throne.
His eyes flicked to the next building.
It was an immortal palace, suspended in the clouds.
Ming Ning learned that he had a blood feud, and after recovering his memory, he went back to the palace and let his eldest brother take his own life.
The people of Qingli Mountain left a deep memory on him, so Ming Ning did not commit any murders himself in the end.
He had no intention of staying in this cannibalistic place to inherit the throne. After supporting a random person, he returned to Qingli Mountain.
Ming Ning did not expect that the person who supported the eldest prince's successor had a great background. It was a huge fairy sect, and the eldest prince's mother-concubine was the fairy Shu in the immortal sect. The Immortal Sect wants to use the power of the eldest prince to interfere with the mortal world and control the imperial power, but they don't want to be disrupted by Ming Ning. How can they be willing to do so
The Immortal Sect's strength was much higher than that of Qingli Mountain, so they asked for people from them.
The people of Qingli Mountain knew that Ming Ning would be killed if he left, so they refused—
When Ming Ning arrived, his master and everyone on Qingli Mountain were seriously injured and dying. He had no choice but to escape with them and accidentally entered a fairy mansion.
He obtained the inheritance of the ancient immortals in the Immortal Mansion, but outside the Immortal Mansion, the Immortal Sect tried its best to frame the people of Qingli Mountain and beat them into villains who committed all kinds of evil and were punished by everyone.
Mingning people in the Immortal Mansion have special channels to know the insults and ridicules of Qingli Mountain by outsiders. But there was nothing he could do—
Fairy Mansion.
This immortal mansion gave Ming Ning powerful strength, but also brought him indelible pain and self-blame, which invisibly polished his mind for cultivating immortality.
How could it be as empty and false as what Fei Hongwen constructed? !
As a result, the fairy mansion "created" by Fei Hongwen was easily erased.
After that, Ming Ning strengthened his Taoist heart and walked to the road to immortality after experiencing numerous setbacks. Before the road to immortality, I asked, do you regret that the people of Qingli Mountain did not die
If they had been suppressed to death by the Immortal Sect from the beginning, Ming Ning would not have had so many obstacles on his path to becoming an immortal, and he would not have worked so hard to help them clear their names...
This is a good choice for all practitioners. Most practitioners will be honest about their true intentions when faced with questioning from God.
Most of the answers are probably that they hope there will be one less obstacle on their path to immortality.
But Ming Ning smiled slightly and the slender young man said: "You want them to die early?"
"Then I should be a beast who kills my relatives and destroys my ancestors!"
Then, he calmly embarked on the road to immortality, smiled calmly at the Qingli people and said, "I'll wait for you."
On this road to immortality - I'll wait for you.
Because...
Ming Ning opened his eyes completely in front of Luo Zhifeng. He saw the collapsed path to immortality "created" by Fei Hongwen, with a pale expression. After that, he saw the deserted "Qingli Mountain", his fingers scratched slightly, and anger suddenly appeared on his face.
He opened his arms, and the white mist turned into his most familiar natal sword. Ming Ning took out his sword without hesitation and destroyed this fake Qingli Mountain sword!
How could anyone dare... to pretend to be his Qingli Mountain? Fake his home? So brave—
Then, Ming Ning, who woke up, turned around and saw countless illusory and familiar figures around him. As if he suddenly realized something, he pondered for a while and raised a wave towards Luo Zhifeng and Yu Shi beside him. A soft smile.
Then, his figure and many illusory figures turned into a trace of white mist again, turning into the Qingli Mountain that was re-erected after the destruction of the false Qingli Mountain!
When the time is right, they will all wake up and be finally conceived.
Ming Ning encountered so many scenery along the way, but in the end, the place where his heart belonged was Qingli Mountain.
It was already his home.
"No, it's impossible!" Fei Hongwen screamed sharply next to him. At this moment, he was like an evil ghost who had taken off his disguise and had no intention of hiding his ugly thoughts.
"How could you possibly beat me? What I used!" His voice stopped abruptly. Even at this time, Fei Hongwen did not dare to reveal his trump card.
He knew that once the things in his house were exposed, he would be completely doomed! So he couldn't... But Fei Hongwen couldn't figure it out, he couldn't understand, how could Luo Zhifeng defeat him? !
Fei Hongwen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Luo Zhifeng as if he was seeing the enemy he had always wanted to tear to pieces. Veins popped out on his face and he was sweating profusely. He looked like he could give someone a nightmare all night long.
After all the phantoms of Fei Hongwen's works were destroyed, his power to confuse people seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Many nervous audience members woke up later, as if they had seen a ghost.
“It’s not like I’ve never seen good works, so how could I be so obsessed with an author?!”
"I've always been a fan of books but not fans of people. How come this time...it's like I've been blinded by lard!"
"I donated all my savings to Fei Hongwen - I was really deceived by ghosts..."
The new fans realized that something was wrong with them for a long time. At this moment, the die-hard fans who had been the most brainwashed felt Fei Hongwen's despair and anger. He took out a sharp object and stabbed Luo Zhifeng——
Luo Zhifeng could see it clearly, and Fei Hongwen showed serious pride and joy after discovering that a fan had attacked Luo Zhifeng.
His behavior was like saying: My fans killed you, what does it have to do with me.
It is their honor to be the knife in my hand!
Obviously, Fei Hongwen is aware of his abnormal influence, and wants to lead his die-hard fans to kill Luo Zhifeng at the moment of his defeat to consolidate his current position.
Where did those sharp objects come from? Luo Zhifeng glanced and saw that a fan's blade was pulled out directly from his flesh.
Luo Zhifeng lowered his eyes coldly, and his gaze fell on the desert that was now filled with new scenery. As if he had found something, he showed an interesting smile.
The next second, the fans who attacked Luo Zhifeng were immediately restrained by the police officers.
The most ferocious and fastest remaining fan dropped the dagger to the ground, and his wrist was stepped on directly by Luo Zhifeng.
Soon, the fan was also restrained by the police. Fei Hongwen saw that such a sudden attack did not even touch Luo Zhifeng's hair, and his hint of pride suddenly turned into dissatisfaction.
His change of expression, which was similar to a dramatic change of face, was noticed by people across the country, and most of the audience who had lost their life-or-death filter for him felt uncomfortable.
How do they feel that the defeated Fei Hongwen was a little unhappy when he saw that the attacker did not succeed
[I said...] The audience in the live broadcast room who were shocked and enjoyed watching the slap in the face finally came out and said, [What the audience said just now was: Kill Yu Shi! Emotionally, they all want to kill the anchor! Damn...it finally happened. ]
[I have long thought something was wrong! The look of these fans and the crazy look of the attackers are simply the prototype of a cult! This Fei Hong article simply uses a certain method to forcefully control people's thoughts and make them obey only themselves! ]
[I was drunk since Fei Hongwen was a copycat, but now... ugh, I always feel that just losing and being disgraced is not satisfying enough! I want to see the anchor take a deeper slap in the face - tear off all his masks and expose Fei Hongwen's evil deeds. ]
[Agree! ]
For a while, there were constant voices of approval in the live broadcast room, and they also heard whispers from the audience, saying that they speculated that Fei Hongwen's article was really copied from someone else's original author.
However, this statement always makes people's hearts itch, and they want to tell the people all over the country to see Stone Hammer immediately.
"Okay." Luo Zhifeng's smiling voice suddenly came from the live broadcast room.
The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned at first, then surprised and pleasantly surprised.
[Mom, I thought I was singing a one-man show for a while, but then the anchor actually talked to us! ]
[Ah, host, this is your first time! ]
They have never seen an anchor who is so passive and slow in his work. He doesn't say a word of introduction and just lets them guess on their own. But this reversal is very interesting, and they are happy to let them sing a one-man show.
Ah! Because the anchor finally spoke to them and was very happy. Is there any other home besides theirs? !
Their requirements are really low...
Damn... I feel so sad and humble just thinking about it qwq
The viewers in the live broadcast room said they were aggrieved, but in the end, everyone was still as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and their eyes were as bright as light bulbs.
The judges looked at each other, exchanged looks without objection, nodded, and wrote the name of the winner they selected on the ticket in tacit understanding.
Soon, the result will be announced by the person in charge.
The person in charge put on a smile and picked up the final announcement list: "I declare that the winner of the first round of the Earth Recall Project is Yu—"
"Wait a minute!" Fei Hongwen interrupted the person in charge urgently, "I have an objection!"
He gave Luo Zhifeng a vicious look: "I suspect that this Yushi player has adopted some unfair means!"
Fei Hongwen hated Luo Zhifeng, so naturally he didn't like him. He was greatly puzzled by the power of Luo Zhifeng's work, and soon... Fei Hongwen thought about it with his own ideas, and thought he had found the reason why he lost.
Luo Zhifeng cheated!
Just like Fei Hongwen himself used other methods, this guy who keeps saying that he is the original author is not a spotless person at all, and he has not fallen to the level of cheating.
Otherwise, just rely on him...? How could he be better than the essence of so many ancient creations!
The audience was in an uproar, and the person in charge had a stiff smile and didn't know how to talk.
On the other hand, Luo Zhifeng was not at all worried about Fei Hongwen's slander. His focus is indeed not on Fei Hongwen at all. Luo Zhifeng's eyes fell far away on the uneven ground of the desert, where he saw some incomplete and struggling souls in the book.
They screamed, screaming one after another, but because he was too weak, if Luo Zhifeng hadn't observed carefully, he might have mistaken their cries for the common sound of wind in the desert.
Their bodies are covered with burnt marks, and each one is missing arms and legs. From their complete outlines, it can be seen that they should all be as magnificent as Ming Ning in the book, but in Fei Hongwen's Under the control, they all became like this lingering ghost.
"Can you communicate?"
Luo Zhifeng tried to communicate with them using soul sounds that ordinary people could not hear.
"Huh..."
"sand… … "
They made intermittent sounds, the words did not form sentences, and no connotation could be discerned in them.
Luo Zhifeng thought and tried to communicate again: "What did Fei Hongwen do to you? Are you the books left by the predecessors? Do you want to do the same to him -?"
As expected, the incomplete souls all made harsh sounds, finally reacting to what Luo Zhifeng said.
"Fei..."
"flood-"
"arts!!"
"Yes..." Not long after this extremely angry roar, their voices came again in the wind, "The descendants sacrificed their lives to preserve us. Fei, Hong, and Wen burned us and destroyed us for their own selfish desires. Kill us! Hate hate hate hate—"
"Revenge... blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The smile on Luo Zhifeng's brow disappeared and turned into a serious expression. Yu Shi, who coexists with him, also had a very violent reaction: "Our country originally had these works, right? Fei Hongwen is a beast, this beast!! How can he destroy these national quintessences!?"
"Crazy, isn't it?" Luo Zhifeng muttered softly, raising his eyes to look at the lingering creatures, and a wisp of the power of heaven was cut open by him with his index finger and sent in front of them.
"Go ahead, the cause of Feihong Wenzhong will naturally eat his fruits."
In the outside world, Fei Hongwen was complacent about his cleverness. When he saw Luo Zhifeng freezing in place, he thought he was afraid.
But at this moment, everyone saw a black and ominous aura coming from the face of the desert! They saw that the black air seemed to be wrapped in several mutilated human bodies, which made everyone present and the audience watching the TV take two steps back in panic.
Immediately afterwards, they saw that the black energy completely enveloped Fei Hongwen's body.
Their brains trembled for a while, and when they regained their senses, they discovered that clusters of black flames were rising from Fei Hongwen's body!
"Ah! Put out the flames quickly!" When he first discovered that flames were burning on his body, Fei Hongwen was so frightened that he screamed repeatedly.
Most of the people around him were frightened, but they couldn't really let the fire burn like this. They quickly took their clothes and tried to help him put out the flames.
But damn, the fire couldn't be extinguished, and the audience saw another scene immediately - someone was pushed and accidentally touched the flames on Fei Hongwen's body, but when the audience thought that the unlucky guy was finished, they I found that the flames didn’t touch anyone else’s body!
It's like... this flame is only aimed at Fei Hongwen.
Rub rub rub.
The people present all avoided Fei Hongwen like snakes and scorpions, and were shocked and confused. Why did this weird will-o'-the-wisp burn only Fei Hongwen and not others
Soon they knew—
Fei Hongwen also discovered that the flames not only had the effect of burning his body, but that bitch also instilled into his brain over and over again the memories of his predecessors who died tragically to protect those books.
He could really feel the pain, as if it was a pain that went deep into his bones!
"Ah! Damn it, I will never let this bitch like you succeed!!" Fei Hongwen's face was horribly distorted. He realized that it must have been caused by the book he burned. He didn't want to succumb to this bitch.
Can't you just die peacefully if you are used by him? Why do you dare to come out and torture him—
Fei Hongwen had a vicious mind, but his body and subconscious were nothing more than a piece of cartilage and could not withstand any torture. In a short time, he succumbed to the black flames.
Fei Hongwen's heart-rending screams echoed throughout the venue.
"Stop! Oh, it hurts. Stop!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay... Bah! I shouldn't have kept the books left by my predecessors and not handed them over to the country, and I shouldn't have burned the civilization they sacrificed their lives to leave behind!!"
"I was wrong—Isn't it okay that I was wrong?!"
Fei Hongwen screamed repeatedly in a stern tone, and everyone who heard his admission was shocked.
Even those with long eyes discovered that Fei Hongwen was forced to apologize by the black flames, and he himself had no intention of apologizing and admitting his mistakes. Look at his vicious and twisted look. Does he look like an evil ghost
"Is what he said true?! When did our country have ancient classics in the hands of Fei Hongwen...?"
"Sacrifice your life...civilization-" The people at the top already looked shaken, as if they had discovered a huge secret. What followed was endless rage.
If it is true as he suspected, Fei Hongwen is the sinner of the nation!
Luo Zhifeng glanced at Fei Hongwen indifferently, not afraid of the black fire on his body, and said: "I plagiarized? You are a cheap plagiarist, so do you think everyone is the same as you?"
He smiled and said calmly: "Everything you have is plagiarized. How can the person who plagiarized understand the painstaking efforts the author put into his work?"
"Fake things can never become true. This is your biggest failure."
Luo Zhifeng dropped one sentence: "You inferior plagiarist who has nothing... you are extremely ridiculous."
He knew that Fei Hongwen was finished.
At this time, Luo Zhifeng heard a subtle rustling sound in his ears. He looked up and saw a small number of broken souls running to his side and drizzling at him.
"Thanks... for helping..."
"There's one more thing I'd like you to help me with..."
They laughed: "The us that Fei Hongwen burned were just clever imitations, the real us are still in that basement and have never seen the light of day."
"This is... the protection made by the juniors to guard against guys with low moral character. I didn't expect that it would actually be used..."
Luo Zhifeng raised his eyes slightly and responded solemnly: "Okay."
The author has something to say: The promised 10-10% is the 10-10%, and it’s a little more than that.
Fei Hongwen, a fool, had no idea that the first batch he burned were all high imitations.
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Recommend Ji Youwen: No CP article "The Hermit Project [Quick Time Travel]" by Yayin Heming
Copywriting: Just as he was having half a day of leisure, Pei Fengran suddenly learned that he had been predicted by his senior brother to have a very terrible future.
——Who in the world doesn’t know you
Pei Fengran was so shocked that he dropped the melon in his hand:...? !
How could the Xianyu future he had planned so well be gone
Pei Fengran, who refused to accept his fate, began to attack the hermit everywhere.
Treasure, take it!
Status, no need!
Fame, what is that
Chance, stay away from me!
However, he never expected that his attempts to avoid the limelight would be the beginning of the failure of his hermit plan.
Pei Fengran and his party accidentally encountered two teams fighting each other on the way, and both sides were asking for help.
The senior brother pointed at one of them and predicted: This person will become the prince.
So Pei Fengran immediately helped another group of people.
Seeing his quick movements, the senior brother was silent for a moment: Forget it, let's not tell him that the man he saved will become the emperor in the future.
Once again, someone whose name was recorded in history was extremely confused: "We agreed to live in seclusion, why did we fail again?!"
I like the copywriting of Ji You~ It sounds like the author is like Aquaman, scratching my head jpg.
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