There is no need to publicize the friendly interaction between master and apprentice.

Staying together silently is the best achievement for each other.

After Song Qingwen and Yin Feiyang, one righteous and one demon, reached an unspoken PY transaction, they also followed the promise.

With Song Qingwen's ability, he easily attracted a group of disciples of the Demon Sect to plow the caves for him, smash the inhumane doomsday bases, liberate the people there, and then take them back to the Demon Sect base to dig caves.

At the same time, the disciples of the Demon Sect who worked hard to build infrastructure will be liberated.

Song Qingwen mingled among some rescued "civilians" and talked with them.

Through the mouths of some old people, we can understand more fully and fully that the brilliant civilization that has become the past.

There is a lot of knowledge hidden in life, in the crowd, and in common sense that everyone thinks is ordinary.

And what Song Qingwen needs is these things.

This is something that cannot be given in books.

An old man with gray hair and obvious deformities on his hands and feet carefully took the cigarette handed by Song Qingwen with his swollen fingers, and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, then closed his hands and held it in the palm of his hand.

He ignored the fireworks handed over by Song Qingwen.

"I have made an appointment with a pack, so it's okay to draw one!" Song Qingwen said to the old man.

The old man drooped his eyelids and said, "If people want to live, they have to leave some hope. If they don't even have this hope, they will not have the energy to get up again every morning."

"How can one pack be enough to draw one less item?"

Song Qingwen knew that the old man was bargaining, but ignored it.

Although there is no shortage, there is no need to satisfy the other party's desires and extravagances.

Communicating with others is not about everything going with the will of your heart, and you can get what you think.

Seeing that Song Qingwen was dissatisfied, the old man's eyes flashed and he changed his subject with a thick face: "The last time I talked about things in college was such a luxury! Camping, partying, basketball games, fighting, bar carnival... Cigarettes and alcohol were wasted like money-free, and there were some more wonderful things... Some good things that can't be found now, just take a sip and float for half a day."

"Maybe, it was from that time that our sins have been settled! Such wasted time, such waste of luxury..."

The old man recalls the past as usual.

He talked in a messy manner.

He knew that the capable "young man" in front of him liked to hear him tell some stories from the past.

However, Song Qingwen quickly screened out the information that was truly useful to him in the old man's memories.

"It would be great if...it would be great if...it could be found!" the old man suddenly said.

"What castle?" Song Qingwen asked perfunctorily as usual.

The old man said: "It is said that somewhere in the world, there is a castle. It allows people to enjoy the beauty that only happened in the past, enjoy endless food and wine, gorgeous lights and music...."

"But only those who yearn for it the most and have strong desires will get its response."

Song Qingwen was stunned.

Recently, more than half of the disciples of the Demon Sect have disappeared.

Although the elders communicated with each other and concluded that among the missing disciples, some of them had chosen to withdraw from the world, and perhaps they could know what was happening after returning to reality.

However, they don't want to give up the opportunity.

After all, a ten-day cooling period may lead to a big step behind others in another world.

"Are you all attracted by that castle?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.

Then, he strengthened his own mind and actively released his desires.

It strongly shows the desire for food, wine, and a stable life.

The rough cave scene in front of me slowly dissipated.

A road full of gorgeous lights appeared at Song Qingwen's feet.

The road under your feet is flat and spacious.

At the end of the road is a brilliantly lit castle.

“Respond to desire? Respond instantly?”

"In this way, this castle should be in a crack in a subspace, or... it is floating, can travel through space and jump around the world. What principle? Science? Or theology?" Song Qingwen looked at the castle with full intentions.

He couldn't even wait to dig out the secrets in the castle.

There are similar methods in the Demon Sect.

However, that is another form and way of existence.

Relying on magical powers and spells, it should behave differently from the castle here.

Following the road, Song Qingwen strode towards the castle.

From a distance, you can hear the wonderful music.

As the main instrument, the cello performs WaltaNo·2, with a gorgeous and cheerful tune.

Suddenly, a group of young women dressed like swans in snow-white ballet tutus rushed out of the gate of the castle, then stood in two rows on the long steps.

They danced with the music.

It's really like a group of proud swans.

Suddenly, the lights in front of the castle gate became slightly dim.

A "black swan" came to the steps with a gathering of lights.

Her lonely dancing formed a sharp contrast with the white swans who quietly tiptoed, stood aside, held hands, and twisted their faces.

Black and white, light and darkness, silence and excitement, and strong visual hints come to your face.

The impact from art made Song Qingwen's mood slightly fluctuate.

Suddenly, a pair of black hands seemed to gather in the sky.

The big hand enveloped the entire castle, as if holding the castle firmly in the palm of your hand.

Accompanied by the rhythm of fingers, it was combined with the music.

The girls who danced like swans began to join in one place, jumped violently, and rotated.

Their dance postures are graceful, precise and elegant.

Everything is so perfect and standard.

There is no mistake, but no surprise.

Song Qingwen stood under the steps, looked at the scene, and looked at the big hand that seemed to be manipulating everything, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

"So that's the case?"

"The world in the box..." Song Qingwen had some answers in his mind.

Among the monks of the Demon Sect, there will be some special monks who create a mini space in their backpacks, and everything will be reduced in proportion to reality.

Then cast spells to confine people in their shrinking mini-space.

And it is called "World in the Box".

Generally, monks who practice this kind of magic have the pleasure of manipulating the life and death of others and their destiny.

"It is said that the origin of the world in the box was originally an experimental object used by the old man in the black heart to study the spell of fate. In the narrow world, he moved a change to change the fate of everyone... and even the entire world in the box, and learned about the mystery of fate."

"But since the old man who was unscrupulous, no one has mastered the mystery of fate through this method. If you want to move and peek into the trajectory of fate, you still need to practice the strange numerology and the three Yi hexagrams to be orthodox." Song Qingwen thought to himself.

He stepped on the steps and stepped out.

Without fear, he walked up the ladder to the perfect castle.
Chapter completed!