After Wen Donglai fell into coma, he returned to the dilapidated Confucian mansion as expected.

At this time, he was sitting in front of the mansion in a state of confusion, and the mist that was twisting around him like a living thing could not disturb him.

Creak... creak...

A rustling sound finally caught Wen Donglai's attention.

He temporarily put away his complicated mood and looked in the direction where the "crunching" sound came from.

Five mansions.

There were actually five mansions in front of him. Each one was made of unknown materials and had a faint mysterious flavor.

As for the door in front of me, the door is covered with dense cracks like spider webs, and blood-like red light oozes from the cracks, dripping down like strings of sticky blood, as if it will completely break into crumbs at any time.

In the center of the palace gate is a huge character "strange" that occupies the entire center of the palace gate.

"There are strange words on the door, strange mansion?" Wen Donglai was slightly startled, then turned to look at the other four mansions.

Lifu.

Chaos.

God's Mansion.

Wen Donglai was dumbfounded and crawled backwards.

The four mansions seemed to rise from the ground and appeared in the sky, forming a four-corner shape and surrounding the dilapidated Confucian mansion in the center. The rich mystery revealed seemed to engulf the Confucian mansion.

Counting the dilapidated Confucian mansion that is still alive, there are actually five mansions representing the five mysteries, but there is no fairy mansion.

He believed that even if there were many Confucian scholars in the world, the world of Confucianism would not be like this.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Although the surrounding air was mysterious and strange, fortunately there was no danger. He could vaguely see the Confucian Mansion opening, and there was no longer a copper lock holding the broken door tightly.

At this time, the word "Confucianism" is dim and dull. The only thing that makes people happy is that it no longer bleeds.

"Five Prefectures, our Confucian Prefecture has such a small territory, and you four prefectures suddenly appeared. Could it be that my piece of land is more valuable?" Wen Dongzi chatted awkwardly with himself, got up, and walked towards the opened Confucian Prefecture.

On the door of the mansion, the texture on the door squirmed slightly like living flesh, and countless cracks appeared on the surface like flesh and blood texture, as if it had been cut by a divine knife.

He stared straight at the door of the mansion, fearing that some terrifying existence would emerge from inside.

He was extremely alert and cautious, with his heart hanging in his throat.

Wen Donglai's breathing was unusually heavy, but it was undeniable that the air in front of the mansion was quite sweet. He squinted slightly and glanced at the four mansions surrounding the Confucian Mansion. The doors of the four mansions were all locked.

, he suppressed the weird thoughts in his heart and stepped in.

Even if there were bloodthirsty beasts and demons hidden inside, he still had to go in and take a look.

He didn't even have his only support, his mother, so what else could he be afraid of?

He has to figure it all out

Time and space turned, and he stepped on the ground, but could not see clearly everything around him.

It was like being at the bottom of the sea tens of thousands of meters deep, dark and silent. An uncontrollable fear of the deep sea poured into his heart, and the thick air washed over his body like cold water.

The only thing he could see clearly was a faceless man covered in light walking towards him.

One step, one step, another step.

Wearing a cloak like a waterfall of blood, he walked up to Wen Donglai in the blink of an eye.

The faceless man's face was square, but there were no organs on it. There was only a twisted and rotating mass of red flesh, staring at him like a ghost, exuding an extremely mysterious look.

"Hello, Wen Donglai, am I your Confucian?" The faceless man's opening remarks seemed feeble.

Wen Donglai looked at him warily and asked suspiciously: "You are my Confucian, shouldn't you look exactly like me? Why do you have no facial features, not even..."

He hesitated and did not dare to speak.

"That's right, I have no skin. Except for this cloak that covers my body, my whole body is covered with flesh and blood." The faceless man laughed.

"You can still laugh, are you a weirdo among Confucians?" Wen Donglai still looked at him with palpitations, and couldn't help but sneer.

"certainly!"

"You are really a freak." Wen Donglai started to cheer himself up crazily and said indiscriminately: "Fuck, you are really a freak. That bullshit fairy fate actually brought out a freak, so why are you talking about me?

I am just a freak who is not loved by the world."

Wen Dong was so happy at the end that he hugged his head and cried.

The faceless man waited politely for him to cry without interrupting or comforting him.

After Wen Donglai had finished venting his emotions and recovered a little emotionally, he faintly revealed a shocking secret.
Chapter completed!