The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 75: Wonderland on Earth
Shen Wenqu soon gave an explanation.

"We may encounter danger next, and we may encounter situations where communication is inconvenient. If you can directly see through my thoughts, then we don't need to make any noise, and communication will become much easier."

Yang Rongrong suddenly realized.

That's it!

Shen Wenqu thought it through very carefully, but even so, she didn't intend to label herself "bangbangbang". The feeling of being able to be seen through at any time was really too insecure.

Fortunately, Shen Wenqu didn't mention this matter. He walked in front to clear the way and at the same time released his spiritual consciousness to prevent emergencies.

Unexpectedly, the next moment he frowned and whispered.

"My consciousness cannot be released."

Yang Rongrong immediately tried to release her spiritual consciousness, but ended in failure.

Not only that, their spiritual power cannot be used, and they cannot even open the Qiankun Bag.

At this time, they are no different from ordinary mortals.

This made Yang Rongrong feel uneasy: "Could it be the fault of this ship?"

Shen Wenqu also had such speculation.

This ship most likely has a ban on the use of psychic powers.

Suddenly, the two of them felt like their eyes were blurred!
Immediately afterwards, many people appeared on the ship, the originally dusty deck became completely new, the white sails were raised high, and many lanterns were lit around the ship.

Even the wooden board that was accidentally stepped on by Yang Rongrong was restored to its original state without leaving any trace of damage.

There was melodious music playing in the cabin, a scholar was drinking and writing poetry on the deck, and two girls were walking past Yang Rongrong hand in hand.

They walked and talked, and laughed crisply from time to time.

Yang Rongrong tilted her head slightly and smelled the faint scent of powder left behind when they passed by.

All this is too real.

She couldn't help but ask: "Are these all illusions?"

Shen Wenqu replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Yang Rongrong asked: "Then can you see their true identities?"

Shen Wenqu said he couldn't.

Yang Rongrong couldn't help but feel her heart sink.

Even Shen Wenqu, who was in the Mahayana period, could not see through the true form of these illusions, which meant that the people who controlled these illusions were far more powerful than them.

But everything has come, and you can't leave empty-handed.

Just as she was thinking this, a gorgeously dressed woman in red came out of the cabin.

The woman in red was holding a round fan in her hand. When she approached Yang Rongrong, the rich fragrance of powder hit her face.

She shook the fan repeatedly and smiled enthusiastically.

"You two look familiar, are you new here?"

Yang Rongrong pretended that she had never seen anything in the world, huddled behind Shen Wenqu, carefully looked around, and then asked in a low voice: "Where is this place? Who are you? Why are we here?"

The woman in red was obviously used to seeing people like her, and the smile on her face grew stronger.

"Just call me the Red Lady. Our boat is called Changri. All the guests who come to our Changri are very satisfied with it. Whether it's fine wine, delicious food, or beauties with jewelry, we There are many long-lasting boats, which are guaranteed to keep you entertained and make you forget about Shu!"

After saying that, she covered her lips with a fan and laughed so hard.

Yang Rongrong looked around, as if she was curious, but she was too timid to delve deeper.

Seeing this, the red lady immediately stepped forward and took her hand, smiling.

"Don't be afraid, little sister. Changri Fang is very safe and there are no bad guys. Come with me and I will take you to see what is called the paradise on earth."

Yang Rongrong really wanted to find out what was going on here.

So she didn't struggle and allowed the red lady to pull her forward.

Shen Wenqu could see what she was thinking, so he remained silent the whole time and followed them silently.The moment before entering the cabin, Yang Rongrong suddenly paused.

The red lady hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Yang Rongrong thought deeply: "I feel like I have forgotten something."

The red lady smiled and said comfortingly: "Since I have forgotten it, it must not be something important. Let's go in first."

Yang Rongrong thought about it carefully again, but still couldn't remember anything.

She had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being.

In the cabin, three graceful dancers were dancing on the stage, and a handsome piano player was playing the piano next to them. The spectators in the audience were drinking and talking and laughing. Every table was filled with fine wine and delicacies, and the air was filled with Alluring food aroma.

The red lady found an empty seat for Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenqu to sit down, and then poured wine for them herself.

"You don't need to be restrained when you get here. You can eat whatever you want and do whatever you want."

Yang Rongrong asked softly: "Is it really okay to do anything?"

The red lady looked at her with a smile: "Of course."

"T-then it doesn't matter if I do something bad here?"

The red lady is still smiling: "Yes, even if you kill people and set fires here, it will be fine."

Her voice was very gentle, but Yang Rongrong's ears felt inexplicably tingling in her heart.

Yang Rongrong tried to find the loopholes in her words.

"But didn't you just say that there are no bad people here?"

But the red lady didn't answer and asked instead: "Are those who kill people and set fires necessarily bad people?"

Yang Rongrong continued to ask, "Isn't it?"

This topic is like a chicken that lays an egg and it never ends.

The matchmaker simply changed the subject.

She pushed the wine glass in front of the two of them and introduced it enthusiastically.

"This wine is called Huangliang. It is the best wine made exclusively by our Changri Fang. Every guest who comes to our Changri Fang will not miss it. Come and try it. I believe you will fall in love with this wine." The taste of wine.”

Yang Rongrong looked at the wine glass in front of her.

The wine in the glass was clear and bright, and the rich aroma of the wine penetrated directly into her nose, making her brain feel a little dizzy.

She couldn't help but shake her head. She clearly hadn't drank yet, so why did she feel like she was drunk?

There's probably something wrong with this wine!

Yang Rongrong tried hard to stay awake and politely declined: "Sorry, I never drink."

Shen Wenqu also refused: "I won't drink either."

The moment the two of them finished speaking, the cabin, which had been bustling with singing and dancing just now, suddenly became audible.

The dancers no longer dance, the harpist no longer plays the harp, and the guests no longer chat and laugh.

They all turned to look at Yang Rongrong and Shen Wenqu.

The same movements, the same expression, the same eyes.

There is an indescribably weird atmosphere.

Yang Rongrong felt a chill on her back and explained with difficulty: "I have been allergic to alcohol since I was a child. Whenever I drink alcohol, I will get rashes all over my body. In severe cases, I will have a fever and coma."

The smile on the red lady's face had disappeared.

She looked directly at Yang Rongrong, her voice strong.

"Huangliang is different from the wine outside. It won't make you feel uncomfortable, it will only make you extremely happy. If you don't believe it, you can take a sip and give it a try."

　I was delayed because of something, I’m even later today, sorry~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)