When An Xuefeng's kiss fell, Wei Xun hugged him lazily. An Xuefeng controlled his strength and picked him up and took Wei Xun to the bed. This was Wei Xun's room, with a large and soft double bed. Yu Hehui and Tong Hege went to deal with the matter of the mutual aid alliance alone. The other person brought a cat and a maggot that was about to break out of the cocoon were not here.

There were only two of them in the room.

An Xuefeng turned over on the bed and let Wei Xun lie on him. Looking at his hot breath floating on Wei Xun's soft white hair on his forehead, he smiled unconsciously, and then closed his eyes. Many tour guides and tourists were deeply connected at night. The deepest secrets of human souls are hidden in the illusion of the soul, and countless memories that do not want to be noticed by outsiders are fragile and soft.

Even if there is a connection and mutual trust, you need to relax if you want to be completely open. Many times, just like psychological counseling, you need to match it with soft lights and light a light and light it up to soothe your nerves after taking a hot bath. It is easier for both parties to open up in a closed and safe room.

But An Xuefeng's extremely strong self-control made him completely open to Wei Xun without needing these auxiliary means. He closed his eyes slightly, and Wei Xun entered his spiritual illusion without any effort this time.

"Woo--"

The sound of whale sounded, ethereal and pleasant, full of joy. But when Wei Xun opened his eyes, he did not see the killer whale, nor was it the ocean. There was darkness around him, and he could not see his five fingers. There were only two places with dim light.

One is the bright red bloody road under your feet, and the other is the dusk cemetery in front of you.

"Um?"

Wei Xun hummed with a confusion. The last time he entered An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion was before entering the funeral palace in the suburbs of Beijing. He remembered that he used the blood of the killer whale to enter the second level of the illusion, carried the killer whale and walked through the bloody road and headed to the cemetery. Finally, he fainted when he arrived at the cemetery and came out of An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came in, I was in front of the second floor cemetery.

"Kill whale?"

Wei Xun did not enter the cemetery first, but looked around for the figure of the killer whale. After confirming that it was not there, his eyes fell into the cemetery.

An Xuefeng's spiritual illusion will definitely have his shadow. What was the lonely killer whale in the ocean before?

The bloody road under his feet extended to the entrance of the cemetery, which made Wei Xun feel a subtle premonition. No longer hesitated, he walked towards the cemetery and pushed open the narrow and rusty door. The moment he pushed the door, the dimness came, like a faded old photo. Wei Xun was not panicked, but calmly observed the changes around him carefully.

Gradually, he heard a hazy sound.

"Hmph, ten years of reincarnation?"

Young, firm, powerful, with a little unyielding and flying self-confidence.

"Then let our generation break it!"

It was An Xuefeng's voice! Wei Xun recognized it all at once. This voice was basically exactly the same as the poster version of the young An Xuefeng!

Breaking the ten-year cycle? Wei Xun thought this way when he first learned the ten-year law. Unexpectedly, in that decade, An Xuefeng, who had just arrived at the top of the hotel, thought this way!

"Okay, we'll all follow you!"

Another male voice sounded, thick and loud, full of trust, accompanied by a loud laugh, which was Wang Pengpai's voice.

"So well, don't be too lazy. I've finished a bottle! I won't be drunk tonight!"

The voice of the energetic young man, with a Northeast accent, is Tong Hege.

"Go and go, don't feed Xiaole wine, he is only nine years old! Let me see you again, but I can beat you up."

Wei Xun had never heard of the heroic and free female voice, but the nine-year-old Mao Xiaole explained that this was the return of the "first generation" ten years ago, so the female voice should be Wu Lecheng.

Amid the lively and jubilant sound, it seemed to be a celebration banquet before departure, but in the lively, some people's voices were still calm: "If the usual hotel rules are as usual, the probability of our survival is 89:98%, but according to this action plan, the possibility of our success is only 55:95%. It is recommended that everyone write a suicide note."

This is Bai Xiaosheng's voice.

"If you die, you will die, what's scary!"

The young child's voice sounded, but it was full of hostility. The voice was a bit sharp, and it was the paranoid and stubborn nine-year-old Mao Xiaole.

"As long as I kill more people, I will die if I die!"

"Bai Xiaosheng is right. We may not be able to come out alive this time, and we do not have a tour guide, so the possibility of being contaminated will lead to mental out of control."

The steady and indifferent voice is very familiar, it is Yu and Hui.

"I have written the suicide note, but..."

His voice suddenly softened and he smiled: "But there is no need to be such a lot of pressure. The sky collapsed and the tall man was holding the big tour guide. Maybe we won't be able to use us at all, and the matter will be solved."

"That's right!"

"He Hui is right!"

"What suicide note is written? I won't write it!"

"Haha, Bai Xiaosheng, you are thinking about the childhood sweetheart in reality."

The warm and cheerful conversation sounds, every word you say and say, is so lively, and the vibrant energy is almost overflowing. Until the light dims, like night falls, the conversation gradually fades away until it completely disappears.

Wei Xun also had a man's back in his vision. He was tall and straight, short and neat, with a tiger's back and a beehive waist, a black combat uniform, military trousers and boots, and a return knife on his back.

Young An Xuefeng.

There was no sound around, and it was a little strange. Wei Xun glanced at him and found that there was no tombstone in front of him. The cemetery he had seen before seemed to have disappeared.

But An Xuefeng in the second level of spiritual illusion finally appeared, and Wei Xun was not panicked at all. He walked up and walked to the side of the young An Xuefeng.

At this moment, he suddenly heard something vaguely. At the same time, some people appeared in front of him. The shadows were too illusory and could not see the true faces clearly, and they could only roughly see tall, short, fat and thin. When they saw these shadows, the originally disappeared sounded back, and the fighting sounded, accompanied by the roars and roars of unknown monsters and the screams of humans, which seemed particularly tragic.

"Have Team An arrived yet? Another group of enemies are coming in front of us, and we can't stand it anymore!"

An anxious male voice rang, accompanied by a painful air conditioner, which was Yu and Hui.

"Don't worry, I believe the captain will come soon. Then everyone will kill these gangs of □□ to death!"

Wang Pengpai's voice was hoarse, but he was still full of trust.

"Come quickly, Team An, everyone is here, I'm waiting for you!"

It is Tong Hege's voice.

"Now the layout is completed, Captain, you take action now, our success rate is 99%.

A shadow seemed to look back at this side, and it should be Bai Xiaosheng when he heard the sound.

But the young An Xuefeng was still standing still, as if he didn't hear any sound, like a stone statue. But Wei Xun was intrigued.

If nothing unexpected happens, this spiritual illusion may represent the past on the battlefield ten years ago! Wei Xun was most interested in the battlefield, but after a little analysis, he felt a little regretful.

These may not be true. In the past that Wang Pengpai and his friends briefly talked about before, An Xuefeng has been fighting at the forefront, resisting the most dangerous enemy, and repelling and killing the enemy several times. The final failure actually originated from the traitors in the rear.

Therefore, the illusion in front of him is false. It is probably caused by some painful memories of An Xuefeng, with the purpose of attracting the young An Xuefeng beside him to take action.

Just as Wei Xun thought this way, the noise suddenly became louder, as if some terrifying monster had arrived. Even Wang Pengpai was shocked and said, "I'll be good, good." Next was the terrifying and desperate screams of countless people when they were defeated. With the sound of cruel biting and chewing, countless people cried and called An Xuefeng's name.

"The brothers have all died, Captain, Sister Orange, Sister Orange is dead."

"Yu Hehui hasn't come back, I'm afraid..."

"Brother Tong, Brother Tong, hold on for a while, hold on for a while, don't sleep, don't sleep."

"Xiaole, Xiaole, come back soon!"

"The captain doesn't take action, I'll avenge everyone, let me go, I'll fight with it!"

"Captain, why haven't you taken action yet? What are you waiting for?"

"Should I take action?"

When the screams became more and more violent, at this moment, An Xuefeng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. Although he did not look back, Wei Xun knew that An Xuefeng was talking to him...or An Xuefeng was just talking to himself. But what if he was.

“Why not?”

Wei Xun asked back, and the young An Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, finally turned his head and looked down at him, his voice was mute: "You know, this is an illusion, not real."

This young An Xuefeng could actually see that this is a illusion in front of him?

Even in the illusion of the mind, he was still calm and rational.

But it wasn’t this rational and calm that he was trapped in it?

Wei Xun raised his eyebrows and observed the expression of the young An Xuefeng. But he saw that when Wang Pengpai and his friends roared in despair, An Xuefeng's eyes moved slightly. Obviously, when facing his teammates were tortured to death, even though he knew that this was an illusion, he still could not remain indifferent.

Deaths again and again were cruel torture for him. But because he knew that this was an illusion, the illusion was tempting him to take action, and the rational and calm An Xuefeng would not do it.

So I have been tortured by the illusion.

"So what if it's an illusion? What if it's a move?"

Wei Xun chuckled and held his hand. The young An Xuefeng subconsciously wanted to break free, but for some reason, the people around him gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. So he did not let go of his hand, but instead held it tightly and explained calmly:

"My spirit is almost out of control. Once I take action and sink into the illusion, I'm afraid it will cause extremely serious consequences."

"Why are you almost out of control?"

Wei Xun asked again, and An Xuefeng rarely patiently continued to explain: "Because I don't have a tour guide..."

"I am your tour guide."

Wei Xun smiled, his tone was rare and gentle. He stretched out his hand to the stunned An Xuefeng, and the ring on his fingers flashed.

“I am your connecting guide.”

Wei Xun repeated, and he raised his chin. Although there was a height difference, his confident expression seemed to be looking at An Xuefeng equally.

"Believe me, you won't get out of control."

The young An Xuefeng heard him say, and his strong and confident tone made people want to trust. He couldn't help but reach out to respond and hugged the thin tour guide in his arms. Hearing him chuckled, he felt that he pulled his collar and whispered with a smile in his ear.

"Come on, carry me on your back."

"And kill in."
To be continued...