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However, no matter what the conjectures are, there is one saying in common, that is, the person who is under the illusion will surely die in an instant, but the expression of the person under the illusion at that moment is too rich, too rich. People can't help but wonder, what exactly did he see?

"Then what did he see at that time?" Nan Xinghun couldn't help but interjected when she saw Feng Qinglang paused.

"Seeing the clock tower in my hometown, the bell just struck twelve o'clock in the evening." Feng Qinglang's eyes suddenly became a little confused and confused, as if she had returned to that moment in the past.

"that's it?"

"Oh, yes, that's all, but it feels too real. It's as if the bloody storm of the previous moment has completely disappeared, and he seems to have returned to his hometown when he was very, very young, as if he traveled back in time. The next day, he also saw his childhood playmates, his former mentor, and the familiar faces of his neighbors. Yes, at a certain point, he really thought he had traveled back, because everything was So real... Or, he just had a dream, and then dreamed that his future self had experienced glory, and then was ambushed and hunted down..."

"But when the twelve o'clock bell rang, he realized that everything before was not a dream. He was indeed ambushed by a group of illusionists... because after the bell rang, he returned to the original point, and he returned to the past On that day, time did not move forward, the most terrifying part of this illusion is that it makes you live on the same day forever..."

Both women were a bit puzzled, but this time it was Beatrice who asked, "If that's all it is, then this illusion isn't too scary, is it?"

"Yes, he thought so at first, because there was no pain, and he didn't see hell and devils, so he began to actively look for an exit to escape from this illusion. From every space in the small town of his hometown, to every person, to In the wild, he even spent half a day running to the nearby villages and small towns, but everything is so real, as if this is a real world, without flaws."

"In this way, after spending many days, he gradually felt a little depressed. So, he thought, why not stop and enjoy life, anyway, this is such a real world, and all the feelings are so real... "

"He began to try to go outing with his family, enjoy the long-lost tranquility, try to get drunk with his childhood playmates from early to late, completely addicted to the pleasure of alcohol, he even tried to spend money and spend a lot of money..."

"After living through all kinds of life, he suddenly felt extremely bored, because he knew that in fact, all these are illusions, just part of the illusion, and nothing is real."

"For a while, he even went crazy about it and leveled the whole town, but as soon as the twelve o'clock bell struck, everything would return to the original place, all the buildings that had been leveled were restored, and people were still friendly to themselves smile."

"When the violent thoughts gradually disappeared, he didn't know exactly that day and how long he had lived... He began to try a different life, and began to read illusion books like crazy, hoping to find an exit from the illusion. , and based on the method in the book, tried various methods again, including suicide."

Speaking of this, Feng Qinglang paused for a moment, as if recalling the courage that burst out when he was cornered, and then continued: "But it was useless, so he had to try to read more books, in an attempt to I found the answer in other subjects, from the beginning to find the answer with a purpose, and then I was really completely immersed in the sea of ​​​​books, and I felt satisfied."

"He only paid attention to martial arts since he was a child. He has never read so many books that have nothing to do with martial arts like this, such as astronomy and geography, alchemy, magic pattern, ancient magic... and he discovered from many disciplines that in fact, martial arts and many disciplines They all have something in common, which delights him, the beautiful sunshine in his decadent world..."

"Sometimes when he is in a peaceful state of mind, he will even thank the illusionist for putting such a large number of books in the library of his hometown city in order to make this world completely real, so that he can live up to the "book town" of his hometown. name……"

"But after a while, he returned to depression again. He still couldn't get out of the illusion. Even if he became a genius, what's the use? He didn't count how many days he had spent in the illusion. , maybe three years, maybe ten years, maybe longer..."

"So, he fell into a state of madness again, and then, after a period of time, he returned to calmness and plunged into the sea of ​​books again, and so on. On the same day, he lived for many years, many years..."

Feng Qinglang's voice was very peaceful, but Nan Xinghun and Beatrice both heard it a bit chilly. If you were trapped on the same day and lived exactly the same life for 1000 years, what kind of life would that be, and there was no way to escape? , This is already completely different from being imprisoned in the sense of space. If you can survive this, what kind of tenacity is needed?

Those who listen to the story always have to ask "what happened next" to show the interaction with the narrator, so Nan Xinghun also urged: "what happened later? Did he escape?"

Feng Qinglang's tone remained flat, as if she was really telling someone else's story: "After so many cycles of madness and sobriety, he has also come to the brink of collapse. He can't even read a book, and lies in bed all day long. In bed, exhausted like an old man who has traveled for more than 1000 years, until the bell rings, and continues to lie in bed all day long, at a certain moment, he is waiting to die, waiting for the moment of the end to come."

"His mental state is getting worse and worse, and the breath of life is getting weaker and weaker. He is even a little happy, and he knows that it should be the end of the moment..."

"Before the bell rang that night, he made a prank decision. At that time, he had learned a variety of illusions and used them many times in the world of 'Back to the Millennium'. This is not the first time he used illusions to pretend to be dead. , but it is definitely the time he pretended the most, because, this time, he was about to die."

"In this illusion, he has a wealth of death experience. The superposition of countless experiences has given him an extremely deep understanding of death. He simulates death and releases his illusion in the illusion world. He wants to deceive this illusion world , his breathing became weaker and weaker until it became silent, his body became cold and then stiff, even he himself felt that he was indeed dead..."

"What is the greatest illusion? Then he should have deceived himself too! That night, he didn't hear the bell any more, only the sighs above the sky, one after another, as if many people were sigh."

"He felt that the entire fantasy world also stopped, and he heard the conversations of the 'creator' above the sky.

'This is a great battle, and he is also a great opponent. Our battle this time is enough to be recorded in the history of illusion, leaving the most glorious traces. '

'It's an honor to join forces with so many great mesmers! '

'I'm deeply honored...'" However, no matter what conjectures, there is one saying that is common, that is, the person who is under the illusion will surely die in an instant, but the expression of the person under the illusion at that moment is too real. The past is too rich, so rich that people can't help but guess, what exactly did he see?

"Then what did he see at that time?" Nan Xinghun couldn't help but interjected when she saw Feng Qinglang paused.

"Seeing the clock tower in my hometown, the bell just struck twelve o'clock in the evening." Feng Qinglang's eyes suddenly became a little confused and confused, as if she had returned to that moment in the past.

"that's it?"

"Oh, yes, that's all, but it feels too real. It's as if the bloody storm of the previous moment has completely disappeared, and he seems to have returned to his hometown when he was very, very young, as if he traveled back in time. The next day, he also saw his childhood playmates, his former mentor, and the familiar faces of his neighbors. Yes, at a certain point, he really thought he had traveled back, because everything was So real... Or, he just had a dream, and then dreamed that his future self had experienced glory, and then was ambushed and hunted down..."

"But when the twelve o'clock bell rang, he realized that everything before was not a dream. He was indeed ambushed by a group of illusionists... because after the bell rang, he returned to the original point, and he returned to the past On that day, time did not move forward, the most terrifying part of this illusion is that it makes you live on the same day forever..."

Both women were a bit puzzled, but this time it was Beatrice who asked, "If that's all it is, then this illusion isn't too scary, is it?"

"Yes, he thought so at first, because there was no pain, and he didn't see hell and devils, so he began to actively look for an exit to escape from this illusion. From every space in the small town of his hometown, to every person, to In the wild, he even spent half a day running to the nearby villages and small towns, but everything is so real, as if this is a real world, without flaws."

"In this way, after spending many days, he gradually felt a little depressed. So, he thought, why not stop and enjoy life, anyway, this is such a real world, and all the feelings are so real... "

"He began to try to go outing with his family, enjoy the long-lost tranquility, try to get drunk with his childhood playmates from early to late, completely addicted to the pleasure of alcohol, he even tried to spend money and spend a lot of money..."

"After living through all kinds of life, he suddenly felt extremely bored, because he knew that in fact, all these are illusions, just part of the illusion, and nothing is real."

"For a while, he even went crazy about it and leveled the whole town, but as soon as the twelve o'clock bell struck, everything would return to the original place, all the buildings that had been leveled were restored, and people were still friendly to themselves smile."

"When the violent thoughts gradually disappeared, he didn't know exactly that day and how long he had lived... He began to try a different life, and began to read illusion books like crazy, hoping to find an exit from the illusion. , and based on the method in the book, tried various methods again, including suicide."

Speaking of this, Feng Qinglang paused for a moment, as if recalling the courage that burst out when he was cornered, and then continued: "But it was useless, so he had to try to read more books, in an attempt to I found the answer in other subjects, from the beginning to find the answer with a purpose, and then I was really completely immersed in the sea of ​​​​books, and I felt satisfied."

"He only paid attention to martial arts since he was a child. He has never read so many books that have nothing to do with martial arts like this, such as astronomy and geography, alchemy, magic pattern, ancient magic... and he discovered from many disciplines that in fact, martial arts and many disciplines They all have something in common, which delights him, the beautiful sunshine in his decadent world..."

"Sometimes when he is in a peaceful state of mind, he will even thank the illusionist for putting such a large number of books in the library of his hometown city in order to make this world completely real, so that he can live up to the "book town" of his hometown. name……"

"But after a while, he returned to depression again. He still couldn't get out of the illusion. Even if he became a genius, what's the use? He didn't count how many days he had spent in the illusion. , maybe three years, maybe ten years, maybe longer..."

"So, he fell into a state of madness again, and then, after a period of time, he returned to calmness and plunged into the sea of ​​books again, and so on. On the same day, he lived for many years, many years..."

Feng Qinglang's voice was very peaceful, but Nan Xinghun and Beatrice both heard it a bit chilly. If you were trapped on the same day and lived exactly the same life for 1000 years, what kind of life would that be, and there was no way to escape? , This is already completely different from being imprisoned in the sense of space. If you can survive this, what kind of tenacity is needed?

Those who listen to the story always have to ask "what happened next" to show the interaction with the narrator, so Nan Xinghun also urged: "what happened later? Did he escape?"

Feng Qinglang's tone remained flat, as if she was really telling someone else's story: "After so many cycles of madness and sobriety, he has also come to the brink of collapse. He can't even read a book, and lies in bed all day long. In bed, exhausted like an old man who has traveled for more than 1000 years, until the bell rings, and continues to lie in bed all day long, at a certain moment, he is waiting to die, waiting for the moment of the end to come."

"His mental state is getting worse and worse, and the breath of life is getting weaker and weaker. He is even a little happy, and he knows that it should be the end of the moment..."

"Before the bell rang that night, he made a prank decision. At that time, he had learned a variety of illusions and used them many times in the world of 'Back to the Millennium'. This is not the first time he used illusions to pretend to be dead. , but it is definitely the time he pretended the most, because, this time, he was about to die."

"In this illusion, he has a wealth of death experience. The superposition of countless experiences has given him an extremely deep understanding of death. He simulates death and releases his illusion in the illusion world. He wants to deceive this illusion world , his breathing became weaker and weaker until it became silent, his body became cold and then stiff, even he himself felt that he was indeed dead..."

"What is the greatest illusion? Then he should have deceived himself too! That night, he didn't hear the bell any more, only the sighs above the sky, one after another, as if many people were sigh."

"He felt that the entire fantasy world also stopped, and he heard the conversations of the 'creator' above the sky.

'This is a great battle, and he is also a great opponent. Our battle this time is enough to be recorded in the history of illusion, leaving the most glorious traces. '

'It's an honor to join forces with so many great mesmers! '

'Deeply honored...'"