The ancestors of the demon gate will pass through

Chapter 382 Life and Death Illusion ([-])

"What is this? Is this a great victory for the anti-urbanization proposition? Or have I broken into the social experiment field of some ambitious person?" Due to some accidents, Zhou Sheng, who was coerced by the "mob" and left the city, faced the farmland in the suburbs. , could not help but ask himself.

Compared with the chaos and disorder in the urban area, the suburban countryside that should have been desolate and empty due to urbanization, in that religion called the Golden Knife Sect?Armed?gang?Social trend?The "non-urban areas" under the rule have shown extraordinary stability and peace.

Here, among the low houses, poorly maintained roads, and vast or cramped fields, it has become common sense not to pick up things on the road, and not to close the house at night. Mutual help and win-win cooperation are the tireless pursuit of the people.

Working together and distributing according to needs, the elderly can be helped, and the brats will stop making trouble.

If it weren't for the cultural differences between Mercury and Earth, Zhou Sheng, who saw all this, would have to praise: "Great Harmony Society!"

But how can this be true?Are you still smashing, looting and burning in the city?Why is it fun to go back to the countryside?Schizophrenia may not be able to switch so quickly, right?And the factories are all shut down. Where do those industrial products that look like they have just been produced come from?
The mess of questions caused Zhou Sheng and the "citizens" who had just escaped from the city to fall into a state of shutdown. It wasn't that they were not adaptable, but it was because they had created this hell in the past few months. The painting style of Paradise on the back foot changes suddenly, any normal person will have to lose their SAN value (sanity value) when they see it, right? !

The hospitable former urban residents, current rural residents, and the members of the Golden Knife Sect were dragged into the large cafeteria transformed from an old factory building. Zhou Sheng was still in a state of bewilderment.

"What's the situation?" Looking at the long table with stacked bowls and rich dishes, looking at the ruddy faces that showed no shortage, looking at the family of three who were as confused as himself just now , blending into the laughing crowd without any difference, Zhou Sheng's hairs stood on end.

He, who hadn't figured out the situation, suddenly had a sense of crisis in his heart that far surpassed the sense of crisis in a prison in another world. The suffocation that everyone was drunk and the only one awake made him panic far more than the moment he learned the true function of the mage's mark.

This cognitive irrationality is pushing him step by step to the philosophical triad of "Who am I, where am I from, and where am I going?"

If it wasn't for the sense of deadly threat lingering by his side, among the peaceful and joyful crowd, Zhou Sheng would have wanted to stay away from this thriving countryside immediately, and run back to the dilapidated and chaotic city recklessly, because there is more in line with his perception of reality.

"Are you suspecting that all these are hallucinations, nightmares, or a sign of mental illness?" Just when Zhou Sheng was about to be driven mad by the "no problem" crowd, all the hustle and bustle suddenly moved away from him, and a question with great interest Asking, but it seems to be imprinted into the soul, and it sounds in the ear.

And accompanied by this gentle-sounding question, but there is no lack of coldness in it, a young man in a black robe put his arms around Zhou Sheng's shoulders, and sat down beside him. seat.

"Is this an illusion? Is this an illusion?!" Looking at the crowd who seemed to be separated by a glass house suddenly, who could be seen but couldn't be touched, Zhou Sheng asked rhetorically, and murmured like self-hypnosis.

Such a performance on the verge of collapse made the young man in black a little unhappy, and he muttered: "The fake fate is fragile!"

At the same time, he snapped his fingers not very crisply in front of Zhou Sheng's eyes.

In the next moment, Zhou Sheng seemed to come back to his soul, and broke free from the panic, fear, delusions and confusion. However, before the dehydrated fish could take a few mouthfuls of oxygen in the water again, the black-robed youth's body that originated from the level of life The sense of oppression on his body frightened him into a quail.

Patting the shivering shoulders, Wang Yuan, who came to the experimental site with a projected body, asked with a smile: "You who have experienced the time travel of other worlds, and then traveled back to witness the doomsday city and the happy commune, how do you feel?"

"You, who are you? You did all of this?" Although he didn't know the origin of the black-robed youth who was embracing his shoulders, Zhou Sheng asked such words instinctively.

"This seat is the true king of all demons, Wang Yuan, a golden fairy who has just dabbled in the causal manipulation of fate and is still a little trendy under his hands. As for what you said, well, it is all done by this seat!" Wang Yuan still has a great tolerance for the "incomplete" protagonist, just like a person would cherish the first painting he drew, the first clay sculpture he made, and the first marble he won.

No matter how crude and useless they are, they have an extremely huge commemorative significance for their creators and owners.

"Why, why?" Zhou Sheng, who was sober, could easily make up a lot of scary things from Wang Yuan's words, but Wang Yuan's smile and his own desire for survival still made him muster up his courage He stuttered and asked such a sentence that seemed to have no meaning.

"It's mainly because of time constraints!" Looking at Zhou Sheng's unseen luck and destiny above his head, Wang Yuan said with emotion, "If the original plan is followed, the two worlds will prosper in the conflict. Sublimation, prosperity and decay, death and rebirth will forge the best magic weapon and spirit embryo in the communication, and you will ride the wind and waves in the general trend and rise up.

"But it's a pity that there have been some changes in my hometown. It's nothing more than evil neighbors coveting property. There are also snakes, insects, rats and ants in the house. I have to return early to preside over the overall situation. For this reason, I can only use With some means, a world line is artificially split into multiple sections, which speeds up the progress of the experiment."

Looking at Zhou Sheng with a "what did you say?" expression, Wang Yuan, who was in a pretty good mood, explained very thoughtfully: "Take the current situation as an example, the riots in the city and the prosperity of the rural development are not the same. It should appear on the same timeline. The former is what it should have been when the Wind of Traveling just started, and the latter is one of the results of changes in social productivity and social structure after "individual" travels through Daxing, except for you In addition to the commune in front of you, this seat has also opened up different types of social experiment fields in different regions, but you don't have to worry, for the sake of refining treasures, the people in these social experiment fields can live happily!"

Following Wang Yuan's seemingly unintentional and ostentatious remark, Zhou Sheng's expression changed from panic to collapse again.

"Well, well, this seat is not as powerful as you imagined. The reason why I can divide the timeline and the worldline is also because I have the sovereignty of the world in my hand, coupled with the help of heavenly magic magic and the galaxy experiment field, I can You did it!" Looking at the fragile and fragile souvenirs, Wang Yuan explained sincerely.

But he has been a fairy for a long time, but he didn't realize that his explanation can scare mortals even more.

　There is no eunuch, nothing to do, but Kawenjia is lazy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)