Yu Yan led everyone into the living area of ​​the blue dresser and marched north until a wall blocked everyone's way forward.

This wall is tall and majestic, and is full of vicissitudes. Time and war have left countless scars on it, but it has not been destroyed. It stands there forever in its own unique way, silent and tragic.

The blue dressed person in groups of three or three closed his eyes and prayed for something devoutly. Occasionally, he would suddenly wail and cry, reflecting the rare temperament of the blue dressed person.

"Oh my God, there is actually this..." Fang Xian was quite surprised.

"Well, this is a miniature wall." Yu Yan said softly, "The holy land of the blue dressers, they will pray and confess here. Whenever they think of those tragic history, they will cry and howl."

"A wall carries too many things." Fang Xianxing sighed and asked Yuyan, "What do you mean to bring us here?"

Yuyan pointed to the wall: "Don't you go and repent?"

"...I believe in the old man, not the wall."

"Haha..." Yuyan suddenly laughed, "So, Uncle Xian, we are the same."

Yu Yan was smiling, but saw Darba walking towards the dark yellow ancient wall and began to sing silently.

"He is not." Yu Yan said helplessly, "Darba needs to put a lot of things in his faith."

"He has received that education since he was a child, which is understandable." Fang Xian pondered for a while, and suddenly was stunned, "Yu Yan, are you talking about Ling'er and Yueru...believe in Aunt Mary?"

"That's so comfortable, who can withstand temptation?" Yu Yan smiled. "No matter how many wrong things you have done in your life and how much sin you have committed, you can be saved by just repenting before your death. There are not many rules and precepts in your life. The confusion of white-clothed people is too strong."

Fang Xian shook his head and said, "It's also a bit strange that Ling'er and Yueru live in places where there are a lot of gods and ghosts."

"Now you should understand. Blue dressers remember history, always motivate themselves, and achieve faith through hatred and shrewdness; white dressers are willing to accept everything, so their power is the most powerful, but at the same time, they are also looser and lack unity."

"Where is there?" Fang Xian whined, he didn't dare to go to the other side of the wall.

Yuyan gasped: "Over there... I will never dare to go again. They have almost pathological self-discipline and absolute piety. This is a continuation of thousands of years. Don't mess with them."

"I don't fucking want to mess with you..." Fang Xian scratched his head, "But where is the treasure? Where is the treasure? How can we get out?"

"Uncle Xian." Yu Yan Zhenyan said, "I believe you can also feel that this place is not true."

"Nonsense, the entire game world is not true."

"I mean, this is the game in the game, the hallucination in the hallucination."

"Inception?"

"Somewhat does that mean." Yu Yan looked at the wall, "Since we have come here, what exactly is our faith? It's blue, white, and green."

Fang Xian's body was shocked and he gave an answer that made people swear: "It's Grandpa Marx!!"

"... Whether it is Grandpa Mark Si or Confucius, Mencius and Lao Zhuang, we must find our own answer." Yu Yan narrowed her eyes and stared at the wall, as if she was about to see through it, "I believe Ma Sanbao has found his answer."

"I was so scared that I suddenly became the eunuch of the Third Guard."

When I was confused, neat footsteps sounded behind me.

Fang Xian turned around and found that it was Little Abel. He had taken off his military uniform and put on his blue shirt again, and came here with the group.

Fang Xian stared at him, but he ignored Fang Xian and led the man to the wall and told him something to his heart.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

"Get out of here." Although Abel did not look at Fang Xian, Fang Xian knew that this was what he said to him. "We have accumulated enough advantages and are about to go to the other side of the wall. No matter what the outcome is, there will be no peace here this night."

"Well, I also found that this is not the end of my journey." Fang Xian walked forward and pulled Darba, "What are you kowtowing."

Fang Xian and his group returned to Aunt Mary's house and knocked on the door again.

Aunt Mary was still kind, but when she saw Yu Yan, her eyes showed fleeting disdain.

"What? I decided to come back again? Welcome!"

Fang Xian shook his head: "We are leaving, I'll pick them up."

Aunt Mary sighed: "Why do you have to..."

However, she still followed Fang Xian's wishes, called the two girls out, and gave each of them a cross.

"Don't forget to pray." Mary instructed Ling'er and Yueru.

Fang Xian was a little angry, snatched the cross from the two of them and threw it to Mary: "We don't need this."

Aunt Mary's eyes turned fierce, but she still restrained her anger: "This is the independent wish of the two ladies, and you have no right to interfere."

"You have no authority, and your whole family has no authority." Fang Xian stopped the ladies and said sternly, "We are concerned about the three obediences and four virtues. I speak, and the ladies believe in it, don't impose strange ideas on them."

"Hmph... look at them again." Aunt Mary said sarcastically.

Fang Xian turned around and saw the second lady staring at the cross tightly, sweating all over, and trembling constantly.

"What did you do?" Fang Xian roared.

Aunt Mary smiled calmly and said, "Children, you will be free as long as you bring this cross to them. From then on, your heart will have a place to rest and you will not be able to reach the cold again."

"Save it, exit." Fang Xian was about to shut down the phone.

"Save it, exit!"

"Save it, exit?"

"Oh shit."

Fang Xian turned his head and hugged the two ladies and shook them: "Sober, sober, we still have to go back to live!"

Ling'er trembled and said, "Brother Xian... believe it... He will bless us with good health..."

"Even after death will be so beautiful." Yue Ru's eyes also had a strange light.

Fang Xian Baotou was angry and had touched his waist three times, trying to cut Mary over and destroy these unreasonable illusions.

However, he was afraid to be a little afraid. Here is their world.

"You don't dare, I'll do it."

Azhisha raised her sword and fell, and she could hardly see clearly, so she had already put away the knife.

Aunt Mary looked at Azhisha in shock, then slowly lowered her head, watching her pierced left chest bleeding.

"You...you..." Aunt Mary's expression suddenly became, from extreme kindness to extreme cruelty, "You will die without a complete body...you will go to hell... damn pagans... no one will let go..."

Azhisha's sword light flashed again, and Marie's head fell to the ground.

Mary's final expression was forever frozen in that thrilling moment.

Fang Xian looked at Azhisha woodenly.

"Haha. No need to thank you." Azhisha spread her hands.

"All right."

Although Azhisha was doing it happily, Ling'er and Yueru were already in control at this time.

They looked at Azhisha like a demon.

"Oh my God... Azhisha, what have you done... you will go to hell."

"Hell?" Azhisha smiled, "Isn't this the case?"

There was already a roar in the north of the village and the fire was rising into the sky.

Here, countless white-clothed men have surrounded everyone, holding their swords.

"That woman! She killed Aunt Mary!"

"Burn them to death! Burn them to death!"

"No one left!!"

The white-clothed person's pupils showed madness, not as warm and kind as before.

At this moment, Fang Xian seemed to understand.

My own existence is fundamentally opposite to this village.

When he came here, he became more aware of the difference between them.

"Damn. I've figured it out." Fang Xian shook his head mockingly, "I'm not pursuing some faith or something."

"I'm here to find the proof of the overlord!" Fang Xian attributed the complex question to simplicity, "just like the Changxin Palace Lantern in Yoshihara and the crown of the chicken farm - I come, I see you, I pass by."

"Have you finally decided to do it?" Azhisha shook her head, pulled out the scimitar, and made a standard combat posture.

"Well, I've learned enough, let's do your old job." Fang Xian smiled grimly. "If you don't tolerate me, I won't tolerate you anymore. Everyone is heresy, and the only one left is the right one."

Fang Xian was about to start working, but suddenly he felt the ground under his feet begin to tremble.

"This familiar rhythm..."

"Admiral!!!"

"This familiar voice..."

"It's me. It's great luck!!!"

In the distance, Zhang Dashun took the lead. Behind him was a dark place.

"Admiral!! The lost brothers came back to find us. I was afraid that the admiral would encounter an accident, so I brought all my brothers here!"
To be continued...