Maybe it was because Uncle Jiu and his team were lucky, maybe because of their perseverance, maybe because they had no distracting thoughts. Although it took different lengths of time, they all passed smoothly.
Now only Feng Yi himself is left.
"Brother Feng, this illusion is not that scary. I believe you can do it."
Ren Tingting said softly from the other side.
"good."
Feng Yi took a deep breath and stepped onto this thin line of sky that made him feel complicated.
As soon as he walked into the first-line diva, a mysterious feeling came to his heart. It seemed to be tugging at his thoughts, and also seemed to be teasing his emotions that he had been taking advantage of for a long time.
With every step he took, this feeling would get worse. After a few steps, it was as if an invisible mountain was pressing on him, making him feel breathless.
"No, it seems like they are leaving so easily. Why is it so difficult to get to me?"
Feng Yiqiang took a deep breath and tried to move forward, sweat flowing down as if he was free of money.
"Senior Brother Lin, I think Feng Yi doesn't feel right."
Taoist priest Qianhe frowned and said after seeing that Feng was struggling.
"Well, I can see it too."
Uncle Jiu looked at Feng Dao, who was pale and walking heavily: "Maybe it has something to do with the seal of the inner demon.
The inner demon sealed his emotions and desires, and any of his emotions could not be vented and were crowded in various parts of his body.
I have not entered the illusion, but from your descriptions I know that it attracts human emotions.
It's like a tug-of-war, both sides are exerting force at the same time, and Feng Yi is the one tied in the middle of the rope. No matter which side is stronger, he will suffer."
Following Uncle Jiu's words, Feng Yi's pace became slower and slower, breathing heavily. The clothes on his body were already soaked, and he couldn't muster any strength at all. He was pacing hard with an unyielding energy.
His legs could no longer move.
Ren Tingting looked worried, while Xu Fu next to her looked at Feng Yi with great interest. As Uncle Jiu, he had the highest force value among the group, but Xiantian made him so embarrassed. It seemed that he had many secrets.
With a plop, Feng Yi's legs weakened and he knelt down directly on the sky. His face became redder and redder, and his breathing became more and more rapid. It seemed that something was trying to break free from his body, but then another terrifying wave struck him.
He was beaten back with extreme strength.
At this moment, his mind was blank and he had no strength to struggle.
"Brother Feng!"
Ren Tingting felt very distressed when she saw this scene. She wanted to run over and help him up, but Uncle Jiu reached out to stop him——
"He must pass this test by himself. It won't help if you go there. This is not necessarily a bad thing. If he can pass this test, it may be good."
Ren Tingting bit her pink lips and nodded obediently.
Why is this happening?
What went wrong?
Feng Yi's eyes lost focus, and he squirmed forward numbly. When he was completely exhausted, his feet fell into the air and he fell to the bottom of the cliff.
"Xiaoqi!"
Feng Yi yelled with all his strength, but the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword showed no response.
"ah!"
Feng Yi sat up in excitement, and was stunned when he saw the environment he was in. This was actually a modern house, and he was sleeping on a very soft Simmons bed.
I got off the bed and was dumbfounded when I looked at the game that had been left on all night, the flashing penguin logo on the lower right side of the computer, the new smartphone, the fairly clear sky outside the window, and the aunt Feng Yi who got up early to dance in the square.
Feng Yi hurried to the bathroom and looked at the pale young man in the mirror with heavy eye bags and bangs that almost covered his eyes. Feng Yi was completely dumbfounded.
This is him before time travel!
I pinched my face and it hurt. I held my fist and pointed it at the wall. It hurt... it hurt so much.
"Am I back, or was everything before just a dream, or in other words, this is the wandering soul hexagram of Yixiantian."
The dejected Feng Yi sat in front of the computer, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar game characters, and fell into deep thought.
But after thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out why.
"If this is all a dream, why is it so clear and real? If it is a wandering soul hexagram, how can it be deciphered?"
Feng Yi was very confused, and his head was twitching. He thought about dying, but he was afraid that this was the real world. If he really died, he might be on the news soon——
"An unemployed young man suddenly committed suicide at home, and the cause of death was..."
It's actually a bunch of clickbait.
etc.
Feng Yi was startled, picked up his cell phone, and checked his phone number. Yes, those forgotten names were still there.
If you look at the news, there is no problem. Either a celebrity cheats or takes drugs, or someone is more beautiful than anyone else, or someone makes a stunning appearance...
He used to be very interested in these entertainment gossips, but now he is a little absent-minded and even irritable.
Having already adapted to a new life, it is very uncomfortable to return to another life.
He was worried and restless for a while. Looking at the flashing game screen in front of him, he subconsciously held the keyboard and mouse.
This play lasted most of the day.
When his stomach growled with hunger, Feng Yi looked at the time and saw that three hours had passed.
Let me go, indeed Internet addiction can save everything.
I'm still the same boy I once was, nothing has changed.
Feng Yi sat up from the chair with a wry smile, stretched, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of meat and a bunch of vegetables, skillfully selected the vegetables, cut the meat into slices, poured oil on it, and added onions and ginger.
With garlic and Sichuan peppercorns, the aroma of the dish soon spreads.
"Okay, my craftsmanship is still so good. I don't know any woman who is so lucky to marry me..."
Feng Yi, who seemed to have adapted to his current life again, thought proudly of this and suddenly stopped cooking with the shovel.
Without even turning off the fire, he picked up the knife on the chopping board and ran to the bathroom again, looked at himself in the mirror, made faces, laughed, sad, cried, sad, angry...
He made countless expressions in front of the mirror. The same thing happened to himself in the mirror. He couldn't see any problems. However, Feng Yi sneered, pointed the kitchen knife at himself in the mirror and said: "Stop pretending, I already know this is fake."
Already."
Feng Yi in the mirror was doing the same movements as him, and the coldness in Feng's eyes became more intense.
"Do you know what's wrong with you? I haven't shown any expression since I came in.
Everything is created by you relying on the memories hidden deep in my mind, including my expressions, so all my expressions look so fake.
As for how I found out..."
Feng Yi pointed to his heart and said: "I have people I like, but obviously you can't fake this kind of emotion. You made me forget them, but I can't forget this feeling that goes deep into my bones."
[Author's digression]: Hmm...it's so lacking in taste that I can't write it out, so I'll just make do with it.
