"Don't think too much, just leave quickly, with the black wind coming, you can't leave even if you want to." The old man's eyes were calm, as if he didn't hear Qin Yang's words at all, and he muttered to himself.
After leaving a word, the old man turned around and left, and disappeared into the village in two or three steps, leaving only Qin Yang here alone.
Qin Yang felt as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, and it was empty. For a moment, his heart was full of awkwardness, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Looking at the village with cold eyes, Qin Yang was not happy at all.
Mao Lao ignored him at all, he had nothing to fear!
That is to say, even if he sees through this place and just loops the time of this day infinitely, he probably won't be able to escape from here.
Qin Yang lowered his head and pondered. According to his guess, he should have cycled here ten times. The Pupil of Delusion is indeed true. It took him ten days to learn it.
There is no need to repeat this point, but what about other things, the old man has no response to skills, he may be fake, and the consumption of Yimu Jingqi crystal is real, which proves that he has indeed used it himself.
There is also the sledgehammer with a broken handle that I saw before, which has a fleeting sense of familiarity. I must have seen it before, but I just forgot.
In addition, occasionally I feel that I have overlooked something. This should not be an illusion, but something has really been forgotten.
Or rather, I can't think of it here.
Furthermore, that old man was so full of death energy that any ominous dead soul in the coffin village could kill him with just a move of his finger.
Why didn't they kill? Why do you want to go on in such a wireless loop?
In other words, they are all fake, and they have no ability to kill themselves.
Qin Yang looked at the severed wrist, the blood was still flowing, the pain was extremely real, the true essence was circulating, and when he reached the wrist, he could also feel that one hand was really gone.
"This injury must be fake!"
Since the other party can injure himself so easily, he can easily kill himself, and attribute everything to the simplest conclusion, if he doesn't kill him, he can't kill him naturally.
The most critical question now is how to leave this place that looks like an illusion, but is not like an ordinary illusion.
Qin Yang tried to record all the information, took out a jade slip and recorded it, and made a backup copy on the paper, and hung the storage bag around his neck when he was done.
Walking in the wilderness, Qin Yang silently counted the time, the black wind was about to rise, so should he avoid the black wind, or not?
Mao Lao reminded before that the black wind is full of meaning of destruction, destroys everything and cannot be touched.
However, Mao Lao walked simply before, which shows that the black wind is not the key to leaving. The other party is not afraid of breaking into the black wind, entering the black wind, nine out of ten will not die, and maybe he has broken into the black wind before .
After thinking about it, Qin Yang finished recording everything, continued to wander in the wilderness, observed everything here, and recorded everything in the book.
Not long after, a wisp of black wind appeared out of nowhere in the midair, fluttering towards it, and in an instant, it turned into a black wind of destruction that covered the entire world. The black wind blows.
In the blink of an eye, the body was wiped out, and everything was reduced to nothing
Opening his eyes in a daze, Qin Yang rubbed his dizzy head and stood there in a daze, taking a long time to recover.
After regaining consciousness, the first thing that felt something was wrong was that there was a storage bag hanging around his neck.
"Huh? When did I hang the storage bag around my neck?"
Taking down the storage bag, he took a closer look, and immediately found jade slips and paper inside. After reading the contents above, Qin Yang frowned.
"It means that I have been here many times. I have entered the black wind, and I can't leave here. Instead, everything starts again. I discovered the truth of the infinite loop, but I couldn't find a way to escape."
Putting away the jade slips, Qin Yang lowered his head in thought. If the other party doesn't kill him, he won't be able to kill him.
Then there is only one possibility, the other party is afraid of himself and cannot kill him, so he can only use this method to trap himself here alive.
Even if you know the truth, it will continue in an infinite loop.
All the details of yesterday have been recorded in the book. After reading it, Qin Yang walked towards the coffin village with a sullen face.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Qin Yang paused and looked at his right hand. According to his records, his right hand had been turned into powder yesterday, but today, his right hand was intact.?
Looking at these tombs now, my hands are inexplicably itchy
Taking out a shovel from the storage bag, Qin Yang stepped forward and patted the tombstone of a tomb.
"Senior, I'm sorry, I've been burying people here, but I haven't really dug anyone's grave. It's a day-to-day cycle here, and every day is an auspicious day for grave opening. We hit it off when we saw each other and shook hands. Will you be unwilling? Forget it, you may be fake anyway, so it doesn¡¯t matter what your opinion is.¡±
Qin Yang laughed happily, but he didn't stop his movements and started digging directly.
The earthen grave was dug up, and there was a black stone coffin inside. Although the dead air was strong on it, it was far behind those ominous dead souls. This person must have slept for a long time, and the dead air had already begun to dissipate.
After opening the museum, I saw a corpse lying inside with only the skeleton left. The surface of the skeleton was covered with bloody lines, and the skeleton itself was glowing with a strange blood color. Apart from the dead breath, there was no trace of divine power remaining on the corpse.
"Senior, whether it's true or not, we'll know if it's true. If it's true, this junior will replace you with a high-quality golden nanmu coffin" Qin Yang muttered to himself, cupped his hands, and then stretched out his right hand .
When the skill was activated, a phantom of a palm in his hand protruded out, and when he grabbed it among the corpses, two balls of light, one white and one blue, were caught out.
Qin Yang was startled, the corpse in the tomb was actually real?
Shoot two balls of light into the head, the white one is a skill book, called Baicaoji, which is the method of cultivating and identifying hundreds of herbs, but the blue one is really unexpected, it is a memory.
The beginning of the memory was this senior named Lan Hai. His lifespan was exhausted and his vitality was cut off. He took the initiative to step into the ancestral tomb, chose his own tomb, and finished the arrangement. , Then his memory passed rapidly, and soon he completely lost all consciousness.
However, after that, new memories unexpectedly emerged. He walked out of his own tomb, turned into a ghost, and went to other people's tombs. After a short while, he followed three ominous dead souls and rushed all the way to the giant beast skull.
At this point, the memory is gone.
Qin Yang opened his eyes, his eyes flickering, this memory should be the most important thing, in the ancestral tomb, something strange happened, it really wasn't that simple.
He took out a pair of golden nanmu coffin, buried the senior again, lit incense in front of his grave, and bowed to salute.
When digging a nearby earthen grave again, he saw the old man appearing silently, with a smile on his face, watching Qin Yang dig the grave with his hands in his hands, and did not stop him.
"Young man, you can't leave. This is not the fantasy you imagined. Everything is real."
Qin Yang raised his eyelids, and sneered: "Either kill me, or, get out!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com