Wen Chan has an absolute belief in Liang Yanbei. Liang Yanbei said that the monster must die, and he felt that this Rakshasa illusion was coming to an end.
Although it was said that Liang Shuhong would protect him and Lou Muge was helping him in the illusion before, but it was not as good as Liang Yanbei's side by his side to make him feel at ease.
Wen Chan believed that when Liang Yanbei stood in front of him with a sword, nothing in this world could hurt him.
After putting on the cloak for Wen Chan, Liang Yanbei wrapped his cold hands in his palms, rubbed them gently, and muttered, "What's the matter? What's the matter with you, Your Highness? You're so cold that you're dressed so coldly?" It's so thin, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Wen Chan gave a random reason, "Just now I met something neither human nor demon, and I ran away in a hurry, so I dropped the cloak."
So Liang Yanbei, who didn't know it, was angry and distressed, "What the hell is it? I chopped them off with a sword!"
"Look for a place to sit and rest for a while, I'm a little tired." Wen Chan said, although there was no real danger in these illusions, he was still a little uneasy. Now that the monster is injured again, there will definitely be something action.
Before the last illusion came, Wen Chan wanted to take a good rest and replenish his strength.
Liang Yanbei responded, and then led the people down the hillside, walked along the shore of the lake, and walked along a road with blue stones and yellow tiles, and the pointed house appeared in front of him again.
When Wen Chan saw it, he immediately wanted to take a detour, "Let's go somewhere else, don't go to that house."
The Buddha statue that could open his eyes cast some shadows in his heart.
"Strange, I've been here just now." Liang Yanbei wondered, "It's in the east, why did it appear here again?"
"Did you go in too? Is there a Buddha statue inside?" Wen Chan asked.
"Yes, when I went in, there were still some corpses and strange people inside." Liang Yanbei said, "But I killed them all."
Hearing that Wen Chan went to look at the snow-white cloak he was wearing for the first time, and found that there was no trace of blood on it, he was puzzled, so he heard Liang Yanbei say, "The clothes were originally dirty, but they became clean after going out. "
"Maybe it's because it's an illusion, but we've clearly gone through this illusion, why did it appear again?" Wen Chan looked and guessed, "Maybe this is a real house?"
"Go in and have a look." Liang Yanbei said.
The two had the same idea, and walked to the door together. When Wen Chan stood still, he noticed the dark pattern on the door almost immediately, which was lighter than those on the previous doors.
He just wanted to make a sound to remind him, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't make a sound, and missed the best time to stop it. Liang Yanbei had already pushed the door open.
It was no longer like before, when the door opened, there was a blurry scene. This time, when the door opened, a huge suction force gushed out from inside, and black mist rushed towards the face, enveloping the two of them in an instant.
Liang Yanbei backed away reflexively, and reached out to grab Wen Chan beside him, but in vain, he realized a terrifying thing—Wen Chan had disappeared.
He waved his arms to dissipate the black mist around him, and Wen Chan was no longer around him, and the place he was in was not Yanxiang Temple.
It was in the court hall inside the imperial palace. He stood in the center, and in front of him were all civil and military officials standing neatly, most of them with unfamiliar faces.
Soon, Liang Yanbei found himself among them.
He was dressed in a formal court dress, with majestic beasts and birds on the fabric, and his unparalleled handsome face was a bit solemn for no reason. He stood at the first place and saluted with all the courtiers, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."
The sound echoed in the wide hall, somewhat deafening.
Those people seemed to be unable to see him, even though he was standing in such an abrupt place, no one cast their eyes on him.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a familiar voice coming from the back and above, "Everyone is flat."
Liang Yanbei turned her head, and was suddenly shocked by the bright yellow color in front of her eyes.
I saw Wen Chan sitting high in a bright yellow dragon robe on a golden dragon chair, wearing a crown that symbolized the noble status of an emperor, his originally gentle face was now serious, serious.
This is not the Wen Chan in his memory, not the one who likes to laugh and join in the fun. At this time, he is a truly mature man, an emperor, with the dignity above ten thousand people.
In a trance, Liang Yanbei suddenly remembered that in May Island, after being drunk, Wen Chan said "Zhen" in one mouthful. He said that he was the emperor and he was a general. From this point of view, it turned out to be true.
Wen Chan was sitting upright. Liang Yanbei felt familiar yet unfamiliar with such a majestic appearance. He stepped on the stairs and walked to the dragon chair step by step. From time to time, he looked towards Liang Yanbei, the general standing at the top.
His eyes were very dark, and he left quickly after one glance, as if looking casually, no one could notice, but Liang Yanbei stood beside Wen Chan, but he could see clearly.
"I have this report." The official at the top of the other row took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, the son of General Liang fought with others in the capital a few days ago, damaging other people's private property, hurting innocent people, and causing harm to the whole family. It is abhorrent to smash up the stall and ruin the living income."
Liang Yanbei took a closer look, only to realize that this person looked familiar. He seemed to be Xie Zhaoxue's cousin, Xie Yu.
Wen Chan finally had a fair reason to look at General Liang Yanbei, he said, "I have heard about this matter before, it is said that Liang Shaojing was playing around with his playmates of the same age who accidentally destroyed the stall, and he also gave money compensation afterwards .”
"It has not been a day or two for Liang Shaojing to behave mischievously in the capital. He has done many similar things before. The people in the capital dare not speak out. I think it is because General Liang is not strict with his son. If he continues to let it go, I am afraid that something will happen. A catastrophe." Xie Yu refused to let go.
Wen Chan frowned, and suddenly became unhappy, "I watched Liang Shaojing grow up. He has a good character and a kind heart. How could it lead to a catastrophe?"
His emotions were obvious, and Liang Yanbei could clearly feel that his hands on the chair were clenched into fists.
General Liang Yanbei stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I have taught you a lesson about Shaojing's mischief in the city before, and I have compensated for the damage. He's messing around."
"General Liang always said that." You You said, "But who knows that you dote on your son and spoil him lawlessly. Discipline?"
The general kept silent.
Soon, the court officials quarreled over this matter. From General Liang's doting on his son to General Liang's power and ambition, etc., various speculations emerged endlessly. The more Wen Chan listened, the tighter his fists were clenched. , seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.
Liang Yanbei felt very uncomfortable watching it. He could feel the powerlessness of Emperor Wen Chan. He seemed to want to defend General Liang and punish those who slandered and accused him, but he couldn't be so willful because He also wore a heavy crown on his head.
He reached out, wanted to touch Wen Chan's hand, and let go of his fist, but found nothing. He is here, in this hall, a projection that does not exist. He can see it, but he can't touch it.
Wen Chan, who thought he was going to erupt, held back, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I've made a note of this, but I hope that all the ministers in the court say what they say is for the people of Xiliang, not for the people of Xiliang. These trivial things."
"If there is a foundation to play, there is no foundation to retreat from the court." With these words, he ended the verbal war among the courtiers. It seemed that he was in an even state, but in fact, everyone knew that the emperor was on the side of General Liang again.
Liang Yanbei glanced down. Standing at such a high position, everyone below could see clearly, but Wen Chan's eyes never looked very far, and only looked back and forth in front of him.
Then the whole picture dissipated like dust, like a curtain faded away, and the scene in front of Liang Yanbei changed from the court hall to the bedroom.
The palace is resplendent and resplendent, and the bed is covered with bright yellow curtains. You can tell whose bedroom it is at a glance.
When Liang Yanbei walked out of the inner bedroom, he saw Wen Chan in ordinary clothes, standing in front of the desk, writing something with a pen, and there was no one in the hall to serve him.
When he got closer, he realized that Wen Chan was painting. He grinded the ink himself, and outlined the outline of a person with just a few strokes on the drawing paper. The brushwork was very skillful, as if he had drawn it thousands of times.
Liang Yanbei stood beside him, patiently watching him paint stroke by stroke. When a face on the painting was roughly formed, Liang Yanbei realized that Wen Chan was drawing himself.
His expression was extremely serious. After he finished painting his face, a relaxed smile appeared on his entire face. He was completely different from the people in the court. He looked at the person in the painting, his eyes shimmered, Then I grind ink again and start to draw other things.
Liang Yanbei froze on the spot, his eyes were full of Wen Chan's serious expression and cautious movements, inexplicable emotions bloomed from the bottom of his heart, and quickly covered his whole body.
Then, Wen Chan quickly finished the painting. The lifelike Liang Yanbei jumped on the paper, and Wen Chan's smile was completely fainted. He put down the brush and picked up the painting, turning left and right, the more he looked, the happier he was, Like a child, I love this painting very much.
Later, Wen Chan got tired and turned his eyes to see that there was still a large stack of memorials on his desk. He sighed, his mood suddenly fell, and he bent down and pouted his buttocks to find a small brazier from under the desk.
He looked at the painting several times with reluctance, then folded it into a small pile, burned it with a candle, threw it into the brazier, and stared at it until the painting was reduced to ashes.
When Liang Yanbei saw his appearance, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. What did he see in this emperor? Lonely, vulnerable, cautious, and very easily gratified.
He wanted to go forward and hug such Wen Chan, give him the warmest and strongest response, and make him feel at ease.
But even this, he couldn't do it.
Liang Yanbei suddenly became very angry, he didn't want to see Wen Chan like this, he wanted to ruin the scene in front of him, destroy the whole illusion, so he slowly raised his sword.
On the other side, the real Wen Chan also fell into great panic.
He woke up from the bed, and as soon as he sat up, Ah Fu came up to him and asked worriedly, "Your Highness, are you having a nightmare? Would you like me to bring you some hot tea?"
Wen Chan was startled, "Ah Fu?"
Looking at it from here, he was actually in Xiyang Palace, when did he come back
He said, "How did I come back? Where is Liang Yanbei?"
Ah Fu was confused for a moment before he said, "Your Highness has been in the palace all this time? When you say Liang Yanbei, you mean General Liang, right? General Liang is still on his way back, so don't worry, Your Highness."
Hearing these words, Wen Chan immediately felt that something was wrong. With a very clear consciousness, he looked around again, only to find that this was indeed Xiyang Palace, but it was a little different, and the decorations in some places were different.
Ah Fu in front of him doesn't seem to be the right age either.
Still in the illusion. Wen Chan came to this conclusion, he got out of bed, first he had to find out what time it was, and then he found the door to go out, "Prepare the car, I'm going out of the palace."
"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Ah Fu knelt down at Wen Chan's feet and hugged his legs tightly. "Your Highness, please don't go out. The capital is tense now. It's too dangerous for you to go out like this!"
Wen Chan's heart tightened when he heard that, a bad premonition welled up in his heart, and he asked stiffly, "When are you nervous?"
"The soldiers of the Zhong family have already arrived at the foot of the imperial city. Now the emperor has sealed the city gate and is trying his best to prevent the Zhong family from entering the city! General Liang is still on his way back from Mobei. As long as we hold on until General Liang returns, we will be fine." Already!"
Wen Chan only felt his ears roaring, a crack was split in his heart, and a surge of extreme fear gushed out from inside, strangling his throat.
The Zhong family's rebel soldiers approached the city, and Liang Yanbei was far away in Mobei. When he rushed back, everything was over! The Wen family no longer exists, and Wen Chan is the only one left.
This was the biggest knot in his two lives, and also the scariest nightmare.
At this time, Wen Chan was powerless, he couldn't stop Zhong's soldiers from entering the city, and he couldn't stop the massacre of people who had converted to religion. He watched Wen's fall and his brothers and sisters died at the hands of Zhong Guoyi.
This feeling of despair reappeared in his heart, and Wen Chan suffocated instantly.
"I'm going out of the palace... I'm going out of the palace!" Wen Chan lifted Ah Fu up, "Hurry up and prepare the car!"
Ah Fu was crying, but finally he couldn't hold back Wen Chan, so he prepared the carriage and the coachman. When Wen Chan went out, he saw that there were no piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, and asked in a trembling voice, "Where are the two of them? Where did they go?"
Ah Fu burst into tears, "Your Highness! Qinqi, calligraphy and painting were killed to protect His Highness!"
Wen Chan's memories came out of his mind, and they were the first to discover the Zhong family's rebellion.
In the previous life, the group of them also went out to play in the palace, but outside the city they ran into the Zhong family who led the soldiers. Zhong Guoyi naturally would not let go easily when he saw Wen Chan, and immediately sent people to chase him. escape.
Qin Qi and calligraphy and painting stopped all the pursuers in order to break the queen. Finally, Zhong Guoyi hung up the bodies of the two to demonstrate to the emperor.
No one can feel Wen Chan's distraught when he saw the bodies of Qin Qi, calligraphy and painting being hoisted high. He was furious, but he could do nothing.
Wen Chan's eyes were about to split, his hands clenched into fists, heartache and fear swelled together, breathing was extremely painful, facing this kind of death again, it was still painful.
But soon Wen Chan calmed down, he advised himself that this is an illusion, not real.
After getting into the carriage, Wen Chan quickly began to think, since this is an illusion, and the monster's power is not strong, and he was injured later, then this illusion must not be full of flaws.
Then, Wen Chan discovered that there were many flaws in this illusion.
After he left the palace gate, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
The Zhong family had already entered the city, and they brought a group of monsters who were converted from the gods, and massacred them in the city, no matter men, women, young or old, they were ruthless.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be rendered blood red, showing a bloody color.
Wen Chan's hands and feet began to tremble, the fatal weakness and trembling made his teeth tremble, looking at the scene in front of him, the blood flowing on the ground, the wailing one after another, intertwined into a hellish Shura field.
When death and despair appear at the same time, it is the most frightening, and Wen Chan's powerless indifference makes him feel these emotions more personally.
The illusion seemed to magnify the emotions in his heart, he could hardly stand still, and suddenly knelt down on the bloody ground.
However, what made him recover quickly was that he was not contaminated with the blood. He reached out and touched it, and there was nothing on it, which made him feel better, and he emphasized to himself again: It's an illusion.
Among the people coming and going, no one could see him except Ah Fu, and he became an outsider in the game.
Ah Fu's expression and emotions showed a strange calmness, as if he didn't feel anything about the scene in front of him, blood was reflected in his eyes, but his calm face showed that he was a phantom created by demon power .
Wen Chan propped himself up and walked towards the capital. The once bustling streets and alleys were now full of screams, and the people who returned to the religion wore black robes.
"Why..." Wen Chan murmured in a daze.
A woman ran in front of him, the panic on her face and her panicked footsteps made Wen Chan stumble, and then behind her, the monster who had returned to the religion chased after her, and its sharp claws directly scratched the woman's throat.
She fell to the ground, blood spurted out, and her body twitched continuously, causing Wen Chan to retreat again and again, and the emotions that had been suppressed with great difficulty set off another violent wave.
Fear, or fear, no matter how many times he comforted himself and encouraged himself, this darkest period was already indelible in his heart, and the world would be turned upside down with a single tick. It came from the deepest part of his heart and could not be removed.
Wen Chan was in it, lost his way, and still struggled with the negative emotions in his heart.
During the stalemate, there was a sound of horseshoes from far to near, Wen Chan turned his head to look, and saw Zhong Guoyi leading a group of people on horseback to the gate of the palace.
He kept backing away, turned around and ran into the palace, shouting to the guards, "Close the gate! Close the palace gate!"
However, those guards couldn't see or hear him at all. After seeing Zhong Guoyi, they all knelt on the ground in unison, showing a gesture of greeting.
Wen Chan turned his head suddenly, and saw Wen Linglong standing by the door, looking at Zhong Wenting with a smile, and took a few steps to meet him, "Father, you are here."
Zhong Wenting got off his horse and patted his head lovingly, "Good job Qianye."
Wen Chan was extremely angry, and rushed forward to grab Wen Linglong's neck, but all of a sudden, he yelled hysterically, "What is wrong with us Wen's treatment of you?! You are going to betray us!"
However, the two people in front of them still looked like fathers and daughters, and they couldn't hear Wen Chan's questioning at all.
"Don't waste your energy in vain." Zhong Guoyi's voice came from beside him, and he walked in front of Wen Chan. In an instant, everything around him was isolated, and his voice and movements were all frozen.
Zhong Guoyi was dressed in military uniform, with a hateful sneer on his face, "Wen Chan, not being able to kill you in the previous life was my biggest mistake, and now God has given me a chance to do it all over again, and I will never make the same mistake again. "
Wen Chan calmed down and sneered at him, "Zhong Guoyi, can you think I'm a fool? This is an illusion, but it's not real, so what if you play the role of usurper again?"
He pointed at Zhong Wenting, "Your son will still be killed by Zhong Wenjin himself, you will still fall from the throne, and I, Wen Chan, will be the one who becomes emperor in the end. After all, this Xiliang belongs to the Wen family. It doesn't matter at all."
Zhong Guoyi was enraged, "You don't even know that your death is imminent. When this illusion ends, your soul will be trapped forever. You will all be buried here. There is no one in Xiliang who can stop me!"
"You're dreaming!" Wen Chan snorted, "I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time, stop bluffing here!"
"Look here!" Zhong Guoyi raised his hands suddenly, and said in a half circle, "Here is the scene that you fear the most in your heart and the scene you don't want to face. It has been reduced to a slaughterhouse, and next, you will once again witness with your own eyes that I killed the emperor and your brothers and sisters, and your soul will be trapped in this palace, enduring despair over and over again."
He laughed, "This kind of punishment will make me relieve my anger."
Wen Chan heard this, and the suppressed emotions in his heart rolled again. He knew that it was the magic in the illusion. He took a deep breath and said, "Zhong Guoyi, do you think this is just a scene that I am afraid of? You also Don't think about it, what did you go through after your short-term success?"
"You were forced by Liang Yanbei to dare not leave the palace. You exhausted all the soldiers in your hands and tried all the methods, but in the end your own son chopped off your head. Your failure was much more tragic than mine." Wen Chan stepped forward step by step, his tone was slow, as if he was Ling Chi to Zhong Guoyi, "Liang Yanbei will help me, and Zhong Wenjin will help me, you are like me, watching your wives and children die one by one In their hands, but you are different from me, you will lose everything in the end and die miserably, but I survived."
"I am the emperor of Xiliang. I have Liang Yanbei and the people of Xiliang! I am the winner!" Wen Chan said louder and louder. He was not only regulating Zhong Guoyi's emotions, but also cheering himself up in a disguised form. , he told himself loudly, "The ending has already been decided!"
Even though the current scene is cruelly repeating his nightmare, he still clearly knows the ending of Zhong Guoyi.
With Liang Yanbei, there is nothing to fear.
Zhong Guoyi was really affected by Wen Chan's words, his veins bulged, and he shouted, "Wen Chan! I'm going to kill you!"
As he spoke, he drew his sword and wanted to strike, and Wen Chan was already ready to dodge, but Zhong Guoyi's movements stopped suddenly, and the raised sword froze in the air.
Zhong Guoyi's face quickly twisted and twisted, his expression was ferocious, but he calmed down quickly, he put away his sword, and said calmly, "This stupid mortal almost made something bad happen."
"You took Zhong Guoyi's body?" Wen Chan asked warily, he could feel that the current Zhong Guoyi was completely different from the previous one.
Zhong Guoyi smiled strangely, "He dedicated his body to me, and he paid a considerable price to get rid of you."
He said, "You can enjoy this last illusion. I didn't want your soul to stay in fear, but time is running out."
As he spoke, he led the horse forward, and then everyone around him started moving again, and they headed towards the palace.
What happened next, Wen Chan knew very well, they would slaughter everyone in the palace, and he changed his clothes under Ah Fu's begging, and hid in a place that no one knew, Ah Fu usually used In the cave where the silver was hidden.
He stayed with the money, he didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to make a sound, he hid in it humble and cowardly, listening to the killing outside for three days, during this period, he didn't drink a drop of water, and his body was extremely weak.
How did Liang Yanbei find him in the end? Wen Chan didn't know, he only knew that person, wearing a warm robe, removed the cover from the hole, stretched in with his hand and light, and said to Wen Chan, "Your Highness, I'm here to save you."