This Game is Not Easy

boom!

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yi finally landed on his feet, but he also felt extremely painful in his feet, as if he had really fallen from a cliff.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers, as if I was in a cave.

Fang Yi was still calm at the moment, because he had realized that he was in an illusion.

It's just that the upgrade of the illusion and how to get out of the illusion made him feel a little tricky.

He tried to feel around with both hands, and soon he felt something cold.

It was a stony touch, extremely cold.

Fumbling along the edge, an outline soon formed in my heart - it was a stone table.

and many more!

its not right! Isn't my vision six-way capable of night vision? Why can't you see your fingers?

This idea has just arisen, and the surroundings suddenly become bright as day, clearly visible.

Here, it is still the inn, that room, and in front of it is not a stone table, but a wooden table.

dong dong dong.

The knock on the door rang for the third time, Fang Yi's face flickered, he picked up the Liu Ying sword beside the bed, and said coldly, "Come in!"

creak.

The door was pushed open. This time, it was not Jian Buwei who came in, but a skeleton with tea.

The skeleton opened and closed his mouth, and made the voice of the second inn.

"Inn, your order is here."

On the plate, there was a rotten pig head with maggots tumbling in it.

Depend on!

It's not over yet!

His face sank, Fang Yi directly drew out his sword.

The sword light flashed, and the skull head fell directly to the ground.

But the strange thing is that at the fracture, blood continues to flow, more and more.

The skeleton covered his neck with his hands, and the rest of his body twitched continuously, making a desperate female voice.

"Master...why, why..."

Young master, I have become a young master... No!

Fang Yi woke up suddenly, and his mind was clear.

I really became a young master. After I came to Sacred Heart Kingdom, I bought a servant **** the way to take care of myself.

"Xiao Lan?"

The female voice just now was the servant I bought earlier.

As consciousness becomes clear, everything around becomes clear.

The original inn disappeared, replaced by a small pavilion.

On the ground of the pavilion, there lay the maid covering the wound on her neck, looking at Fang Yi in fear and despair, and she died in a short while.

In Fang Yi's hand, he was holding the Liuying Sword, just like the last action made in the inn in the previous illusion.

There is a stone table next to the pavilion, which is almost the same as the wooden table in the illusion.

Memories emerged like a tide, and Fang Yi finally realized that this time, it was really not an illusion.

The inn in the illusion is Fang Yi's memory three days ago.

After he escaped from Quansi Country, it took him a month to escape to Sacred Heart Country.

After staying in the Sacred Heart Country for three days, after inquiring about the news, I bought a slave and started walking towards the Sacred Heart Temple on the fourth day.

The stairs of the Sacred Heart Temple don't look high, but it is actually very labor-intensive to climb.

The servants are not physically strong, and they need to rest when they are halfway through.

Fang Yi's plan requires the cooperation of servants in order to infiltrate the Sacred Heart Temple, and can only accommodate.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest in the small pavilion, I was disturbed by the illusion.

When I came to my senses, the servant was dead and the rosary was broken.

This is the first time Fang Yi has experienced such a long illusion in the dungeon.

He tried to sense it, and felt that after killing Su Kang, the magic art had improved again, and steadily climbed towards the state of perfection.

Cold sweat fell from Fang Yi's forehead.

Evil, really evil.

The higher the level of the other exercises, the slower the speed, but this magic technique, on the contrary, the faster it goes to the back.

And the sword that appeared in the illusion before...

Fang Yi keenly felt that things did not seem to be simple, and there was not much time left for him.

The slave is dead, and the plan can only be put on hold.

Fang Yichao glanced left and right, but fortunately, the pavilion was located some distance away from the stage, and no one had found any clues.

Just as he was about to leave like this, Fang Yi suddenly saw the position of Xiao Lan's chest. There seemed to be something printed on the apron.

After hesitating for a while, he took out the apron, looked at it, and saw that the lotus print was directly sewed on the apron.

Is Xiaolan from the Lotus Sect?

and many more! Why do people from the Lotus Sect appear here?

The Lotus Sect is the collector of the treasures in the world... Could it be that the news of the ten thousand pigeon tubes has been leaked?

Fang Yi was shocked, and then he remembered that his cheap brother, it seems that no news has come out for a long time, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive now.

Originally, I simply wanted to get back the drawings of the ten thousand pigeon tubes as a bargaining chip to do something.

I didn't expect it to be so troublesome all of a sudden.

What troubled Fang Yi the most was that the hidden dangers of the magic art became more and more serious.

Not only did the illusion persist or grow, but reality and illusion became indistinguishable.

It was obvious that he saw Xiao Er, but it was the servant Xiao Lan who was killed.

No wonder Jian Buwei would often kill his own direct disciples. Just this illusion, everyone had to be recruited, thinking that they were still in the illusion.

After pondering for a while, Fang Yi prepared to go down, buy another slave, and act according to the original plan.

Following the mountain road ~www.readwn.com~ and returning to the steps, Fang Yi saw a group of people coming down below.

This group of people carried a large basket of cabbage on a pole, and they should have wanted to pay tribute to the Sacred Heart Temple.

The steps were difficult to walk, and everyone was exhausted and sweaty.

Fang Yi originally just took a quick look, but the next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

Because those cabbage, in his eyes, actually melted slowly and turned into greasy lard.

The lard dripped to the ground along the baskets, and after a while it swelled up and turned into maggots, wriggling down the steps and crawling towards Fang Yi.

The maggots are not fast, but they can't stand in large numbers. There are thousands of them, and they cover the entire stairs in an instant!

Fang Yi only felt that his scalp was numb. He didn't have a phobia of intensiveness, and he had to see the phobia of intensiveness!

Looking at the people carrying the poles, their bodies began to swell up, and with a bang, they turned into a rain of insects.

Many bugs landed on Fang Yi's face, leaving a thick liquid behind.

That disgusting feeling was so real that even Fang Yi felt nauseated.

"Help, help! Help!"

At this moment, Fang Yi's ear suddenly sounded a harsh scream.

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked down, the stairs were still the same, and the thousands of maggots had disappeared without a trace.

All that remained were the scattered corpses and the blood-splattered steps.

Fang Yi suddenly felt a little itchy, and his cheeks were moulded. The place where the maggots left bodily fluids has now turned into blood.

Fang Yi's face darkened as he watched the blood dripping from the Liuying Sword slowly to the ground and the blood on his hands.

Obviously, just now, unconsciously, he was disturbed by an illusion and killed this group of people. ) Download Free Reader!!