Chapter 106 Illusion? (Please subscribe!)
Longyan Temple, main hall.
At the moment when the head of the Buddha statue shattered, Sun Hang only felt a blur in his eyes. When he came back to his senses, the surrounding scene had completely changed.
First, the smell of fragrant steam drifted into Sun Hang's nose, and then there was the sound of a group of children playing and chasing each other.
The humidity in the air was very high, and there was a hint of chill unique to the early morning. The vendors on the street held a stack of steamers that were taller than a person, and swayed them on top of an earthen coal stove transformed from a gasoline barrel.
This scene looked very familiar to Sun Hang.
He found himself back in the morning of the Tai Sui hunt.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time displayed on the bracelet, only to find that the screen was garbled.
"..."
Sun Hang stepped forward. He made way for a vendor pushing a cart selling vegetables, and dodged two primary school students carrying schoolbags, and walked to the door of the familiar store.
The shop owner was still rolling out the dough, and the nosy old man was still sitting in the same position, blowing on the hot noodles he scooped up with a spoon.
He added a lot of hot sauce to his bowl, and the red oil even stained his pale beard.
On the old man's table, there was a plastic bag containing two square pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cake.
Sun Hang lowered his head and looked at his palm. A small piece of mycelium slipped out from between his fingers unnoticeably, and then quickly retracted.
"...Illusion?"
Sun Hang simply strode to the door of the store, sat down, and shouted to the store owner: "Have a bowl of Chao Shou, not spicy."
"A bowl of Chaosou? How many taels do you want?" The shopkeeper raised his head and asked, then immediately lowered his head and continued to deal with the work in hand.
"Ten." Sun Hang replied.
"If there are ten, that's one or two halves. Okay, one or two halves are yours, don't be too spicy!"
"Hey, young man, you won't eat it just by looking at it." The old man with the red oil on his beard shook his head and said, "You don't understand, when you bring that hot dish to the table, a spoonful of red oil Pour it on... Tsk, it’s so delicious!”
"Uncle, have we met before?" Sun Hang asked, while expanding his range of perception to the extreme - it was about this time that morning that he noticed the aura of the infected girl.
There was no smell, no smell of infected people, the street was as clean as if it had just been washed by rain.
"Pour a spoonful of red oil on it... Tsk, it tastes great!" The old man did not answer Sun Hang's question, but kept repeating what he just said like a repeater.
"These pictures come from my memory...so the dialogue that has not happened in my memory will not happen here?" Sun Hang thought for a moment, walked over and picked up the two pieces of brown sugar glutinous rice cake on the table, and faced The old man remained indifferent to this kind of hookup that was almost an "open robbery". Even the focus of his eyes did not move - it was as if Sun Hang was still sitting in the same position. Sun Hang swallowed the brown sugar glutinous rice cake in three mouthfuls. It was sweet and sweet with the aroma of osmanthus sugar and dried red dates. But in the blink of an eye, he found that two more brown sugar glutinous rice cakes appeared on the old man's table, and his In my hand, the plastic bag used to hold the glutinous rice cakes was gone.
Sun Hang returned to his seat, picked up the porcelain cup containing spicy red oil and poured a large spoonful into his own bowl.
But no matter how much red oil Sun Hang poured into his hand, the soup base was still as clear as water, as if there was a black hole at the bottom of the bowl that sucked away every drop of the red oil he poured in.
"So, nothing that has ever happened in my memory will happen in this illusion..." Sun Hang muttered, "But...where did the infected person go? She should..."
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Just as Sun Hang was thinking, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and he suddenly found himself in the bustling commercial district of Tianfu City. The road was busy with traffic, and the high-speed moving headlights were pulled into blurry strips of light.
The walls of the buildings on both sides of the street are equipped with large screens tens of meters high. The elegant and graceful model is wearing a slim-fitting light apricot cheongsam and is showing the delicate jade bracelet on her wrist to the camera.
But what surprised Sun Hang was that the model actually had a face exactly like Yang Qi's.
"Why not Lao Wang? Is it because I can't imagine Lao Wang wearing a cheongsam?"
Just as Sun Hang finished complaining, a blazing fireball suddenly fell from the sky and hit the middle of the road with a "boom"!
The sounds of bombings, crashes, brakes, horns, and crowd screams came one after another. Thick plumes of smoke rose from the sky, covering the familiar face of Sun Hang on the screen.
What fell from the sky was a helicopter. As soon as Sun Hang took two steps closer, the thick smoke from the helicopter wreckage spread to both sides. A man wearing black bright light armor with a golden ghost face, a wolf fang in one hand, and a Tang Hengdao's figure slowly walked towards him.
"Ye Jiu?"
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Sun Hang frowned slightly. If he followed the plot trend in his memory, it would be meaningless to negotiate with Ye Jiu now - whether Sun Hang took the initiative to attack or not, the man in armor would definitely swing out his hand. Wolf fang.
Sun Hang simply stood there without moving, letting the burning wolf fang hit him.
He did not feel any pain. In the next scene, Sun Hang had returned to the courtyard of Longyan Temple. Directly opposite was the main hall with more than a dozen headless Buddha statues. A corner of the main hall had completely collapsed, and the drone The searchlight shone through the breach, making the shadow of the Buddha statue in the temple extremely long, like some kind of twisted monster.
"Have I returned to reality, or am I still addicted to fantasy?"
Sun Hang seemed to have remembered something and quickly raised his wrist - as expected, the time displayed on the bracelet was still a bunch of garbled characters.
Although this thing is used by the federation to monitor the movements of hunters, it has to be said that sometimes this thing can really come in handy.
"Why are you trapping me in the illusion? Instead of destroying me directly?" Sun Hang was extremely confused in his heart, "The previous deception office building was like this, and the current Longyan Barrier is still like this... Could it be that you Geng-type monsters are like this? Are they all urinary? ”
Just when Sun Hang was about to enter the main hall again, a man wearing a monster hunter's combat uniform crashed into the side of the main hall in a panic and rushed out of the main hall while crawling on the ground.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Sun Hang standing in the courtyard. He shouted as if he had found a savior: "Help! Help me! The Buddha statues in the hall... The Buddha statues in the hall are moving!"
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