Trickster Hunter

Chapter 106 Illusion? (Subscribe!)

Longyan Temple, main hall.

At the moment when the Buddha's head was shattered, Sun Hang only felt a flash in front of his eyes. When he came to his senses, the surrounding scene had completely changed.

First, a fragrant steam smell drifted into Sun Hang's nose, followed by the sound of a group of children playing and chasing.

The air was very humid, with a hint of chill unique to the early morning. The vendors on the street held a stack of steamers taller than people and swayed them on the earthen coal stove transformed from gasoline barrels.

This scene made Sun Hang very familiar.

He found himself back to the morning of the day of hunting Tai Sui.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time displayed on the bracelet, and found that the bracelet screen was already a mess.

"..."

Sun Hang stepped forward, he made way for a hawker pushing a cart to sell vegetables, and dodged two elementary school students carrying schoolbags, and walked to the familiar store door.

The shop owner was still rolling the dough, and the nosy old man was still sitting in the same position, blowing on the hot wontons he scooped up with a spoon.

He added a lot of hot sauce to his bowl, and the red oil even stained his pale beard.

On the old man's table, there was a plastic bag with two square pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes.

Sun Hang lowered his head and looked at his palm. A small piece of mycelium came out from between his fingers and quickly shrank back.

"...Is it a fantasy?"

Sun Hang simply strode to the door of the store and sat down, shouting to the owner: "Give me a bowl of wontons, no spicy."

"A bowl of wontons? How much do you want?" The owner looked up and asked, and then immediately lowered his head to deal with the work in his hands.

"Ten." Sun Hang replied.

"Ten pieces is one and a half liang, okay, one and a half liang wonton, no spicy!"

"Hey, young man, you won't eat it just by looking at it." The old man with red oil on his beard shook his head and said, "You don't understand, the hot wonton is served, a spoonful of red oil is poured on it... Tsk, it's very comfortable!"

"Uncle, have we met before?" Sun Hang asked while expanding his perception range to the extreme - that morning, he detected the breath of the infected girl at about this time.

There was no smell, no smell of any infected person, and the street was as clean as if it had just been washed by rain.

"A spoonful of red oil is poured on it... Tsk, it's very comfortable!" The old man did not answer Sun Hang's question, but repeated what he had just said like a repeater.

"These images come from my memory... So the conversations that didn't happen in my memory won't happen here?" Sun Hang thought for a moment, walked over and picked up the two pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes on the table. Faced with this kind of "open robbery" hookup, the old man remained indifferent, and even the focus of his sight did not move - as if Sun Hang was still sitting in the original position.

Sun Hang swallowed the brown sugar glutinous rice cake in two or three bites, and the sweetness was accompanied by the aroma of osmanthus sugar and dried red dates. But when he blinked, he found that two more pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes appeared on the old man's table, and the plastic bag used to hold the glutinous rice cakes in his hand had disappeared.

Sun Hang returned to his seat, picked up the porcelain cup with red oil and chili next to him, and scooped a large spoonful into his bowl of shao shou.

But no matter how much red oil Sun Hang poured into the wonton, the soup base was still as clear as water, as if there was a black hole at the bottom of the bowl, sucking away all the red oil he poured in without leaving a drop.

"So, things that have never happened in my memory will not happen in this illusion..." Sun Hang muttered, "But... where did the infected person go? She should..."

Just as Sun Hang was thinking, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and he suddenly found himself in the prosperous commercial district of Tianfu City. The road was busy, and the high-speed moving car lights were pulled into one blurred light band after another.

There were large screens dozens of meters high on the walls of the buildings on both sides of the street. The elegant and graceful model was wearing a slim light apricot cheongsam, showing the camera the exquisite jade bracelet on her wrist.

But what surprised Sun Hang was that the model actually had a face exactly like Yang Qi.

"Why not Lao Wang? Is it because I can't imagine Lao Wang wearing a cheongsam?"

Sun Hang had just finished complaining when a blazing fireball suddenly fell from the sky and hit the middle of the road with a "boom"!

The sound of bombing, collision, brakes, horns, and screams of the crowd came one after another, and thick smoke columns rose from the sky, covering the familiar face of Sun Hang on the screen.

What fell from the sky was a helicopter. As soon as Sun Hang took two steps closer, the thick smoke on the wreckage of the helicopter separated to both sides. A figure wearing black light armor, wearing a golden ghost mask, holding a wolf tooth spear in one hand and a Tang horizontal sword in the other slowly walked towards him.

"Ye Jiu?"

Sun Hang frowned slightly. If the plot in his memory was the same, it would be meaningless to negotiate with Ye Jiu now-regardless of whether Sun Hang took the initiative to attack or not, this man in armor would definitely swing the wolf tooth spear in his hand.

Sun Hang simply stood there without moving, allowing the burning wolf-fang spear to hit him.

He did not feel any pain. In the next scene, Sun Hang had returned to the courtyard of Longyan Temple. Opposite him was the hall with more than a dozen headless Buddha statues. One corner of the hall had completely collapsed. The searchlight of the drone shone in from the gap, making the shadow of the Buddha statue in the hall extremely long, like some twisted monster.

"Am I back to reality, or am I still immersed in the illusion?"

Sun Hang quickly raised his wrist as if he remembered something - as expected, the time displayed on the bracelet was still a bunch of garbled characters.

Although this thing is used by the Federation to monitor the movements of hunters, it must be said that sometimes this thing can really come in handy.

"Why do you want to trap me in the illusion? Instead of destroying me directly?" Sun Hang was extremely confused. "The previous weird office building was like this, and the current Longyan Fort is still like this... Could it be that all of you Geng-type weird things are the same?"

Just when Sun Hang was about to enter the hall again, a man wearing the standard combat uniform of a weird hunter rushed out of the hall in a panic.

When he looked up, he saw Sun Hang standing in the yard, and shouted as if he had found a savior: "Help! Save me! The Buddha statue in the hall... The Buddha statue in the hall is moving!"

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