Chapter 333 Welcome to my world
The first one was burned to death... burned to death... Ma Yan was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, he stood in the chaotic courtyard, looking at the burning house in front of him.
In the dark night, the firelight illuminated a small patch of sky, covering his entire body with a layer of pale gold.
"It will be like this...when a person dies, shouldn't the temptation disappear?" Ma Dugong murmured, his past experience and his understanding of the national master were shaken by the reality in front of him.
In the restaurant during the day, he once told Zhao Duan this experience.
But at this moment, experience... failed!
So……
Has the bewitching power on Zhao Duan really been completely eliminated?
He was suddenly a little unsure.
"Duke? Du Gong?" Haitang's urgent call brought him back to his thoughts: "You came here suddenly. Did something happen to another team?"
The female detective who is good at detectives has a unique sixth sense that is unique to women.
Ma Yan did not hide anything and immediately told about Kong Hanlin's death. Jin Yi's face changed at the scene.
Ma Yan took a deep breath, knowing that at this time, as the governor, he must not be chaotic and must stabilize the morale of the army.
He glanced at the crowd, his slender and stern face, particularly three-dimensional in the light and darkness of the fire:
"However, this has also successfully verified the scope of the demon's ability. Without his body appearing, he uses puppets to seduce him, and he can completely influence mortals and make them commit suicide. But for Qian Niuwei Deputy General, Practitioners can only have a limited impact."
The greatest human instinct is to survive.
The Imperial Master's murderous intention towards these three people tonight must be strong enough, but he could not directly order the lieutenant to commit suicide.
They could only take a roundabout way and make the lieutenant go on a killing spree, trying to kill the crazy lieutenant on the spot with the help of the Jinyi captains hiding nearby.
This result proves in reverse that the impact on the deputy general is not big enough.
——At least, it is far from being able to overwhelm the survival instinct.
Ma Yan's strategy tonight was also to kill two birds with one stone.
If the Imperial Master is unwilling to reimburse the puppet all at once and chooses to "recycle" it, then he can follow it.
If there is no intention to "recover" at all, you can also use the degree of bewitchment of the three people to test the scope of the national division's capabilities and provide experience support for subsequent arrests or defenses.
Of course, this latter intention can only be buried in the heart and cannot be made public.
Ma Yan, nicknamed "King of Yama", has never been a kind person, and he who is in charge of a violent organization will not really care about the lives of a few outsiders.
"Fortunately... In this case, even if Zhao Duan's confusion during the day has not been eliminated, the impact will be limited." Ma Yan comforted himself in his heart.
Haitang also calmed down and analyzed:
"There is something wrong with both of them. It seems that the demon is impatient and chooses to attack many people at the same time tonight. Priest Zhao of the Dan Dao will not be able to escape, but with the strength of that priest, his resistance I think it will be much stronger than the first two.”
Ma Yan nodded, but was still ready to continue to take a look, but suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside.
Immediately, a Jinyi captain from Lihuatang rushed in. Seeing the scene in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment and immediately saluted Ma Yan:
"Governor, our Zhao Jisi has discovered a suspected hiding place of the demon. Please go and provide support!"
Ma Yan was startled, his eyes suddenly sharp: "What's going on?!"
Na Jinyi quickly gave a brief explanation of Lihuatang's actions tonight. When he heard that Zhao Duan had led people, he had pulled out a row of spies in a few hours and almost explored the entire intelligence network.
A group of people present were stunned.
Haitang's eyes widened, and the female detective who was determined to fight for the first entrance was in disbelief:
"Why didn't we know? Why didn't we have any information before the action?"
Reporter Jinyi thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Maybe the adults are worried about the action being leaked."
Ma Yan was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense. He lifted up the man's collar with his big hands, turned his back to the burning fire, and raised his cloak:
"lead the way!"
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Roll, roll, roll…
The street was very quiet at night, with only the moonlight shining down, and a carriage running wildly along the stone road.
Except for Hou Renmeng, who was driving, everyone else was crowded in the carriage. The curtain was opened, and everyone looked at the "Bafang Theater" in the darkness with different expressions.
At this time, the theater is no longer accepting guests, but there are still some rehearsals occasionally.
Therefore, some lanterns are lit and hung high in the strange octagonal building, which is particularly eye-catching in the night.
"Sir, should we go in directly later? Why don't we wait for the Governor and the others?" Qian Kerou's dark eyes were filled with worry.
Zhao Duan smiled and teased: "Are you afraid?"
Qian Kerou shook his head and nodded again.
The little secretary is one of the less "prickly" people in Lihuatang. He will worry and say:
"According to the rules of the yamen, our actions tonight should have been reported. Even if you are afraid of leaks, you should at least inform the governor alone first...
If there is only one Shenzhang actor inside, that's okay, we can hold it, but if the demon is there, even... who can say for sure, how many people are inside? "
When she said this, she glanced at the darkened Yun Xi in the innermost compartment of the carriage, showing her distrust.
The meaning is obvious:
Who knows whether what this female rebel said is true or false? If it is deliberate deception, it will be troublesome.
Shen Juan and Zheng Laojiu also nodded in agreement. They were not afraid of fighting, but they were worried that there would be problems if they came rashly.
At the same time, I also feel that my Lord's actions tonight are a bit reckless. If Gongshu Tianyuan acted together before, the five disciples of Tianshi and Zhao Duan joined forces, the high-end combat power is considered sufficient.
But by hastily dividing the troops into two groups, although it can indeed avoid being defeated and save more time, the risk will undoubtedly increase.
"Soldiers are very fast. I know you are worried, but I don't know when the Governor will come. We arrested so many people in one go, I'm afraid we have already alerted the enemy... Okay, I know what I am doing. The car is parked in the alley outside the theater. I will personally open the way, and if things go wrong, evacuate immediately. This is the capital, and the other side doesn’t dare to make a big fuss.”
Zhao Duan said, leaving no room for others to refute and making a decision.
Everyone had no choice but to nod, and Hou Ren suddenly parked the carriage behind the theater, close to the compound where the actors lived.
"I know that Wu Ling. He is quite famous. Such famous actors all live in the private courtyard on the west side. Sir, we can..." Shen Juan said, suddenly realizing something was wrong.
He turned his head and looked back, and couldn't help being stunned. He saw that Zhao Duan, who was originally awake, had closed his eyes at some point.
His head hung on his chest, snoring lowly, and he fell into a deep sleep!
"Sir! Wake up! Wake up!" Qian Kerou was exhausted, her face changed, and she said in panic:
"Something's wrong! That's right, that demon has a magic that invades dreams, right?"
Everyone was shocked, knowing what she meant.
Zhao Duan suddenly fell asleep. Combined with the intelligence, it was very likely that the demonic path was indeed nearby and had noticed their arrival in advance.
Therefore, he used the method of swallowing dreams to force Zhao Duan into the dream.
"What should I do?" Qian Kerou panicked.
They are all warriors and lack any experience in dealing with magic.
Zheng Laojiu suddenly reminded:
"When Devouring Dreams casts a spell, the demon must also concentrate on dealing with the master. He must have nothing to do at the moment. As long as we find the demon himself, we can interrupt his demon spell!"
"Then what are you waiting for?!"
Hou Ren, who was driving the car, was very impatient. He drew out his sharp blade, and like an arrow from the string, he stepped on the high wall with a few steps and rushed into the theater.
Shen Juan was still hesitating, but when he saw this, he gritted his teeth, drew his sword and chased after him.
"Kerou, you stay here to protect me!" Zheng Laojiu raised his hand and stopped the female martial artist who was about to leave. He gave a look and signaled that someone must be kept behind. After all, there were two rebel female prisoners in the carriage!
After saying that, Lao Jinyi moved like a rabbit, drew his sword and swept into the courtyard. However, he was shocked to see the two people standing in the courtyard, side by side, looking ahead warily: "Be careful!" Zheng Laojiu raised his head, his pupils narrowed, and he saw Into the darkness, a young man wearing colorful costumes slowly stepped out.
Wu Ling's face was expressionless, and her costume stretched in the wind as she walked out of the darkness.
There are command flags stuck on the back of the neck, and two long flower feathers hang down from behind the crown dotted with beads!
Holding a two-meter flower gun in his right hand, he stopped in front of the three people and said stiffly with a face covered with a paint mask:
"He who comes is stopped!"
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Zhao Duan was in a trance, and the consciousness in his mind suddenly drifted away like smoke, making it difficult to contain it. He was so confused that he could only vaguely remember it.
He arrived outside the Bafang Theater and was about to get out of the car when he was hit by a strong and fierce wave of sleepiness.
When he "opened his eyes" again, he found himself on a busy modern street.
To be precise, it's the subway station entrance.
The time is night.
The city is shrouded in a sea of night and lights.
The season seems to be midwinter.
He was no longer wearing a traditional robe, but a white printed mid-length down jacket.
Well, if I remember correctly, it was the day after winter when wages were paid. He carefully selected and placed the order one night. He had no choice but to have a sense of frugality in his bones...
In front of you is the brightly lit CBD area. The spacious pedestrian street is flanked by shopping mall buildings. The glass curtain walls try their best to exaggerate the light pollution.
A huge billboard hangs in the most eye-catching place in front, and on the other side, in the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window on the second floor of the mall, is the official Guozi store.
Perhaps because of the sufficient heating, there were a lot of customers inside. Looking up from the outside, you could clearly see the girls inside looking at their makeup using the glass as a mirror.
"Is this... falling into a dream?"
Zhao Duan was in a daze for a moment, and his expression became strange.
This kind of dream that seems like a return from time travel is obviously unusual. If nothing unexpected happens, it is the work of the demon.
At the Xiaochao meeting, he learned that the demonic path swallowed dreams and would drag the target into the dreamland deepest in his memory.
Zhao Duan was very curious at that time and wanted to know what was the deepest memory in his heart.
"It is indeed this familiar world."
Zhao Duan smiled without any surprise.
Because even though he had been in Dayu for half a year, the dreams he had most in the nights outside of cultivation were still in the modern city.
Zhao Duan once heard a sentence in his previous life, but he couldn't remember the details.
The general idea is that when people are in China, they feel that this is not good and that is not good, but when they go abroad, any small encounter in their hometown will bring tears to their eyes.
He didn't quite understand it at the time, or rather, he couldn't empathize with it.
But it was only after he came to Dayu that he had a real understanding of his hometown? If one can return after going abroad, then this separation across two worlds, across life and death, is the real farewell.
He once thought that he would never have the chance to "go back", but he didn't expect that at this moment, under the control of the demonic magic, he unexpectedly got the experience of a limited-time return.
Even if...it's just a dream.
but……
It is also a very real dream.
"Please give way." A stranger's voice came from behind, and Zhao Duan quickly apologized and stepped aside, no longer blocking the subway entrance.
Instead, he walked into the bustling crowd and subconsciously avoided the vendors selling flowers and small gifts on the street to young couples. Zhao Duan put his hand into his down jacket and suddenly touched something hard.
He was stunned for a moment, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, his expression became very exciting, and he muttered:
"It's so real... Such a huge amount of memory, are you sure you can handle it..."
Blinking, he suddenly slapped his head and walked through the crowd into his memory. He found a nearby snack street decorated in an ancient style.
Scan the code and pay.
After a while, Zhao Duan came out carrying several snacks. He even took the time to draw a round on the automatic lottery machine, but he missed!
"Just think of it as charity." Zhao Duan was walking on the pedestrian street in winter, piercing a box of takoyaki with a toothpick and eating it, feeling the real changes in his taste buds. He even hoped that the demon could last longer.
From the sky, some light snowflakes fell.
Zhao Duan mingled with the bustling crowd and followed the sound of music towards a temporary music performance venue outside. He looked around, but could not find any trace of the demon.
"What about swallowing the dream? Where did the person go..."
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At the other end of the CBD area, on the street opposite Zhao Duan.
The Enchanted Imperial Master stood on the snow blankly.
He is still wearing the black and white checkered robe, with his hair in a bun, and even the peach wood sword on his back is the same as in reality.
It's just that the slightly three-dimensional face is no longer as calm and calm as before, and even the trace of evil that usually carried in the corner of the mouth has completely disappeared.
The old Taoist priest entered this dream a quarter of an hour ago.
However, everything he saw next was completely beyond his expectations.
He first appeared on a long street with a dark and flat ground, painted with sections of white lines. There were huge "candlesticks" standing on both sides of the street. There were no flames, but they released strong and dazzling light.
Then, Lao Dao heard a piercing roar and was almost knocked over by a speeding car. After escaping hastily, he received a greeting from Zu An from the driver.
The veteran was dizzy for a moment, and was finally dragged out by a traffic policeman in strange attire and a yellow vest.
In a daze, I stumbled around like ants in this towering and strange building complex for a while. All I saw in front of me were men and women wrapped in down jackets.
When he followed the strange and restless music and arrived in the middle of the shopping street, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and saw an incredible scene.
I saw countless men and women using their mobile phones to record videos gathered around an outdoor stage in front of them.
Surrounded by lights and sound, on a cold winter day, there was actually a row of women wearing cool clothes and smoky makeup twisting their waists on the stage.
"Deng Deng..." Imperial Master Dayu took two steps back in panic and bumped into a young man.
The latter glanced at him dressed as a Taoist priest strangely, and pointed in the direction kindly: "The coser is over there..."
Then he left with Xiaoniaoyiren's girlfriend, muttering: "This man is quite fashionable..."
Imperial Master Dayu frowned and looked in the direction the young man pointed, and saw a large group of cosplayers coming home from get off work walking out of the shopping mall gate.
Their hair is colorful, they are carrying big swords or wearing plush wings, they are talking and laughing as if no one else is watching.
When I saw the old Taoist priest, I couldn't help but look at him curiously and said, "These clothes are very expensive, right..."
What the hell is this place... Grandmaster Dayu's expression changed, he made a hand gesture, and the peach wood sword flew out from behind and slashed at the opponent:
"Hey! The witch looks at the sword!"
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Cavan
(End of chapter)