Illusion, Reality

A shrill alarm rang out.

Chen Bing woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his bleary eyes and picked up the glasses on the bedside table.

A rental house?

Why was he here?

He remembered that he was... Forget it, he couldn't remember clearly.

Chen Bing put on his clothes and opened the door.

On the calendar, it was clearly the page of July!

"Mrs. Hu, you're not going to work today?"

Chen Bing blurted out subconsciously.

"Good morning, young man. Are you going to have lunch? There's a good fast - food restaurant next door. How about having lunch together?" Mrs. Hu said with a kind smile.

Suddenly, Chen Bing's eyes froze. With a thud, he knelt on the ground, and cold sweat kept appearing on his forehead.

This was a scene he was all too familiar with.

He had experienced this kind of reincarnation too many times!

Mrs. Hu said nervously, "Young man, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Bing stared blankly, gasping for breath. An indescribable sense of pain and panic hit him.

The July curse that had lasted for a thousand years of reincarnation!

He was back again!

Gunfire rained down.

In the night, the sound of guns and cannons never stopped.

Lin Chen in camouflage, holding a bayonet, grabbed Junzi beside him and said sternly, "Get up!"

Junzi said miserably, "Brother Chen, don't save me. The boss, Houzi, Xiong, and Old Fei are all dead. My leg is gone, and I've been shot in the chest. I can't make it."

"Shut up!"

Lin Chen said coldly. He reached out and grabbed Junzi's half - movable body, dragging him and preparing to carry him on his back.

"Brother Chen, we were set up. Damn it, I've long suspected there was something wrong with this mission, and it turned out to be true." Junzi broke free from Lin Chen's outstretched arm and grinned, "Brother Chen, we all know you don't belong here. You shouldn't stay in the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group."

As he spoke, a bullet pierced through Junzi's skull.

Blood splashed out!

Lin Chen stared at the sound of gunfire in the distance and then glanced at the bodies lying on the ground. His eyes became even colder.

An indescribable sense of anger and grief filled his chest.

The dragon - shaped jade pendant on Lin Chen's chest glowed.

At this moment, he grabbed his bayonet and rushed towards the source of the gunfire.

The sound of police sirens echoed.

A middle - aged man in a white coat, wearing glasses and looking elegant, had his chest pierced by a sharp fruit knife.

Blood dripped down, soaking half of his clothes.

"Someone, come quickly! Doctor Zhang has been stabbed by a patient's family member."

"Quick, quick, send him to the emergency room!"

"No, his heart has been pierced. There's no way to save him."

In the operating room.

A body with a grayish - blue face was wheeled out.

The nurses and doctors present covered their faces and cried.

Doctor Zhang had done his best to save the patient. The chance of saving that kind of patient through surgery was very low. Why didn't those people let him go?

Doctor Zhang was a good man. He had been dedicated to his work all his life and saved so many people. Why did it end up like this?

The young Zhang Fan stared blankly at his father's body.

"Dad! Dad!"

He called out softly, but his father seemed to be asleep and didn't move.

"Fanfan!"

A nurse with tears in her eyes hugged Zhang Fan's body. Her voice was choked with sobs as she comforted him, "Fanfan, don't cry. It's okay. Dad has gone to a very far place."

Thud!

At this time, a woman rushed in.

She looked at her dead husband!

On her once gentle and virtuous face, a look of hideous pain appeared.

"Why did you do this to him! Why!"

The woman with disheveled hair hugged her husband's body and cried until she was exhausted.

From that day on, she went completely crazy.

Zhang Fan stared at all this, clenching his fists. His eyes became more and more venomous.

He would make those people pay!

"Qianqian! Han Tian, that old devil, has specifically named you. Don't blame your master."

A middle - aged woman with her back to Shangguan Qianqian slowly walked out of the room and said faintly, "For the sake of the Hehuan Sect, you have to suffer this."

As she spoke, the door closed!

A cold and emotionless voice came, "Keep an eye on her until the wedding day. No one is allowed to see her!"

Shangguan Qianqian's cold and extremely beautiful face carried a hint of sarcasm.

The Saintess of the Hehuan Sect!

She seemed to be high and mighty.

In the end, she was just a tool for trading.

In this life, she had nothing to miss.

She slowly drew out a long sword.

Shangguan Qianqian's eyes were determined as she placed the sword on her snow - white neck.

For some reason, although it should have been a very sad scene.

At this moment, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Her face was flushed, and her body was filled with an indescribable heat.

The strong sense of impact made Shangguan Qianqian feel that the world in front of her was even more unreal.

That indescribable sense of sadness about saying goodbye to the world gradually faded away.

What on earth was going on?!

Shangguan Qianqian opened her eyes. In an instant, cold sweat soaked her back.

The Qingyun Sword in her hand had somehow been placed on her neck, ready to cut at any moment.

So close!

Shangguan Qianqian let out a slight sigh of relief.

Just now, she had been caught in an illusion?

Fortunately, Xue Ming had drugged her with an aphrodisiac, making her body extremely hot and unbearable. Only then did she break free from the illusion.

She slowly put down the Qingyun Sword and stared coldly at this strange and unfamiliar world.

"Where is Qingqing?"

Shangguan Qianqian looked around, but unfortunately, she was the only one there.

She walked slowly, looking around. On the walls were strange pictures carved with sharp tools.

She endured the reaction in her body and slowly looked at them. The more she looked, the more she felt they were wonderful.

They told the story of a sword technique!

Shangguan Qianqian looked at the marks on the pictures, and a mysterious feeling came over her. She was even lost in it.

"To cultivate Buddhism with a pure heart and have no regrets in one's heart! Whether it's good or evil, I, a young monk, have my own judgment!"

Ji Chen emerged from the illusory world, surrounded by a Buddha's light.

He opened his eyes, and the world became clear again.

He's out!

Ji Chen let out a slight sigh of relief. His Buddhist robe was already wet.

He slowly stared at the mural in front of him. His handsome face showed a look of shock: "The Wuxiang Jue!"

What kind of world was this?

Ji Chen looked at the carved marks on the wall and pondered slightly.

Who on earth had done this and why had they carved it here?

On the ground were skeletons.

They had been dead for who knew how many years!

In the pitch - black sky.

A huge blood - red eyeball rolled back and forth.

Strands of resentment that could not be seen with the naked eye were constantly gathering into that huge eyeball.

Resentment!

It needed more resentment to be freed!