The Era of Game

71 The Third Break-in

Gao Baoshan grabbed Chen Zhong by the collar and asked viciously, "You designed to kill him?!"

    Chen Zhong clenched Chen Zhong's fist in his collar with greater strength, and said: "We want to kill him, it's easy, how can we use such a complicated way!"

    Gao Baoshan's fist was so hurt, but his attention was not there now.

    Could it be that Wan Jingtian had his legs and feet entangled by water plants? Gao Baoshan thought.

    Gao Baoshan couldn't rest assured, and finally couldn't help it, and jumped into the lake by himself, swimming towards the sinking place of Wanjingtian.

    "What happened to the boy Wan Jingtian?" Chen Yi, who was on the sidelines, also asked, "Is it because I think I can't do it anyway, I want to escape with Gao Baoshan? If that is the case, it would be really stupid, anyway. It's our place, how can it make them run away easily?"

    Chen Zhong stared at the lake: "I don't think he can do that."

    Chen Yi said strangely: "Don't you think? Didn't you see what he looked like when he just came out of the dense forest? He was tired and desperate, and he didn't even have any eyebrows. Most of the time has passed, he It’s just a dead end if you continue like this. Because you can’t bear the mental pressure, you might choose to give up.”

    "No, he won't." Chen Zhong said affirmatively, "I believe sir."

    Chen Yi was confused: "What does this have to do with your husband?"

    Chen Zhong said, "Don't you see it? When facing him, your husband doesn't look like your husband anymore."

    Chen Yi didn't understand more and more: "My husband is my husband! Why doesn't he look like my husband?"

    Chen Zhong sighed: "Mr. has always been a noble man. In recent years, he has been more personal and ignorant of mundane things. You know that he locked himself in the barrier for these years. If it is not necessary, you almost never see both of us. I have never seen outsiders. There are so many people who come to see him. He doesn't know it, but just ignores it. But when this Wanjingtian appears, the husband becomes different. He seems to be particularly willing to communicate with this Wanjingtian. Last time Wanjingtian Jingtian did such an excessive thing to her husband. Instead of caring about him, the husband rescued him back to the room."

    After Chen Yi heard this, he disagreed. He said, "I think you think too much! Your husband clearly said that you want to kill him!"

    "Did that Mr. kill?" Chen Zhong asked back.

    Chen Yi said: "Mister is just upset that someone broke his barrier, so he wanted to kill him without regrets-but I think that kid, it was just luck at the beginning, this time, he is dead!"

    Chen Yi is a sturdy man with a careless mind. He often only looks at the surface when looking at things. Chen Zhong was just a feeling, unable to explain carefully, so he didn't continue to say anything, but silently looked at the lake and watched Gao Baoshan search for Wan Jingtian up and down there.

    Besides, when Wan Jingtian fell into the lake on his back, the bandage on his arm was jolted or soaked by the water, and pulled by buoyancy, and then loosened. And he has been sinking to the bottom of the lake.

    The lake where he fell was not deep, just a meter or two. The water was clear. He looked up at the blood-stained bandage above: the bandage was floating on the lake in a seemingly natural but unique way, and the blood gradually drained from the bandage. Out and spread in the lake water.

    Bandages and blood, it was a three-dimensional pattern, a perception that was difficult to express in words suddenly crashed into his mind!

    Yes, a feeling. Not a clear roadmap or description, but a feeling. It is as if some people are walking in the desert, being led by an indescribable feeling in the dark, and finally walking towards an oasis or out of the desert.

    He was afraid that this perception would soon disappear, so he had no time to do anything else, including saying "I'm fine" to Gao Baoshan, and immediately swim somewhere based on this perception.

    The three-dimensional pattern was still spinning in his mind, and he knew that the place pointed to by the picture was in the lake not far in front-he got there soon, but, no, no!

    Where to go anymore? He closed his eyes and felt carefully—it was below!

    The position is not right!

    Yes, we still have to go down!

    The lake near here was already much deeper than the lakeside. He took a deep breath and then sank into the depths.

    He saw long aquatic plants swinging disorderly at a height of about one meter from the bottom of the lake, and a large wave of tiny bubbles rushed towards him, bewildering his vision. He ignored the interference of bubbles and continued downward, because the perception in his heart had become stronger and stronger.

    But the bubble layer seems to be very thick, and the number of bubbles is increasing, the density is getting bigger and bigger, he lost his way in the bubble wrap.

    But he still has a sense of touch. He knows where there are plants. He used his limbs to touch the plants to confirm the direction, but after a few attempts, he was entangled by the plants. He struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the plants became entangled.

    He felt that the water weed kept pulling him down. Suddenly his eyes went dark, and he knew nothing.

    When he opened his eyes again, he saw the blue sky and white clouds. He was lying on his back in an open-air place. The surrounding was very quiet, with intermittent calls of birds.

    "You are awake," someone said.

    He sat up and looked towards the place where he was talking-two or three meters away, in the green bamboo house, sitting on the ground was a young man in a white gown, with a face like a crown jade, gentle and gentle, with a small The bamboo table, he is playing with a tea set on the table.

    That person is Chen Qingzhi.

    In the enchantment?

    Wan Jingtian sat on the bamboo frame terrace outside the bamboo house, as high as Chen Qingzhi, except that there was an open door between them.

    This bamboo house is very similar to the previous one, except that the whole is green. At first glance, it was built in Hsinchu, which is different from the previous dry yellow house.

    Looking around, it turned out to be the empty space of the bamboo house before. The vegetable garden destroyed by the silver armor sword beast has also been renovated, with some new flowers planted in it, which are obviously sparser and younger than the previous one.

    Wan Jingtian walked into the room and sat opposite Chen Qingzhi. He said, "How did I come?"

    Chen Qingzhi did not speak, and continued to play with the set of tea in front of him: washing tea and brewing. He poured half a cup of tea into a half-finger high teacup cut out of a bamboo tube and placed it in front of Wan Jingtian, motioning him to taste it.

    Wan Jingtian looked at the clear green tea in the teacup, remembering the situation of drowning in the lake before, and felt very strange. He asked: "I remember my legs and feet were entangled by the water weeds on the bottom of the lake. I thought I was dead. Did you save me?"

    Chen Qingzhi picked up another cup of tea and drank it by himself. He slowly said, "Do you really only perceive the apparent things?"

    Wan Jingtian puzzled: "What do you mean?"

    Chen Qingzhi looked at him: "Didn't you just follow it all the way because you found the path?"

    Wan Jingtian was surprised: "I pursued it myself?"

    "Yes, you pursued it yourself." Chen Qingzhi's expression was flat, not angry or excited, and his voice was always soft and faint, just like when Wan Jingtian first saw him a few days ago.

    "So tell me, how did you do it." Chen Qingzhi asked, "When you fainted in front of me for the first time, I tried you. You have no spiritual roots at all. I really can't think of one. How did people with spiritual power break into my barrier three times."

    Chen Qingzhi raised his head to look at him, with a slightly murderous look in his eyes that was questioning and unsuitable to catch.