The feeling of death was so close that his current situation was as uncomfortable as being pinched to his throat.

I have just traveled through time and faced a life-and-death dilemma. What a big joke. Is God going to force myself to fight for my life?

He racked his brains to think.

The five people in my memory, including the real Wen Donglai, all disappeared in this body. It was strange and inexplicable. Wen's mother never knew that her son died three years ago. It was so sad.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the qualifications to pity others, because I am also in danger of being lucky.

They were considered foreign guests who had traveled through the fallen body, and Wen Donglai's flesh and blood were not welcome to them.

For Wen Donglai's spirit, this flesh and blood is the world of his spiritual consciousness.

Everyone likes life and hates death.

If the first time traveler dies in a mess, then the second, third, and the next two must have struggled, and they must have left clues to survive.

Wen Donglai searched in the memory fragments and his eyes gradually froze on the square table in front of him.

This square table is something that the previous traveling seniors in front of them focus on.

His eyes were frozen on it, and finally he found a line of small characters in the inconspicuous corner, which seemed to be snatched out by someone with his fingernails.

He read it softly with the vague moonlight.

"The Confucian sacrifices to heaven, and the heaven is more pity; if a person sacrifices to heaven, the heaven will kill, kill, kill, kill..."

The bloody word "kill" is shocking to see.

Wen Donglai almost took a breath of cold air, read it carefully several times, and repeated it again and again.

What's the meaning?

Why is there no following?

A piece of memory flew out of my mind: "The pulse is the blood palace, the bone is the marrow palace, the heaven and earth are the human palace, and the old friends are the Confucians. Confucians live in the human body, Confucians entangle people's hearts, Confucians surround people's lives."

This vast world is the mansion, and man is just a guest in the world. If a man wants to stand between heaven and earth, he must respect the world and worship the ancient kings. This is the true meaning of Confucianism, so man is the mansion of Confucianism.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something strange was standing behind him and peeking at him.

You can't look back, you can't look back.

If it was really a Confucian, it would be too terrible, and he would rather break up with him completely.

Wen Donglai reminded himself, but his shoulders trembled violently, and he could not fight the curiosity in his heart, and his head turned behind him.

The scene of the time travelers turning around flashed in their minds.

A layer of phantom on them was tangled into light by some mysterious force, completely disappeared, leaving only a few pieces of memory that seemed to be ridiculing the destiny of the later generations.

Could it be that Confucianism appeared, but...

Wen Donglai remembered that there was a kind of "strange power" in this world that was full of mysticism and has not been cracked by Confucianism so far.

He closed his eyes quickly.

It's not so evil, how could I encounter this?

His eyes are weird and his mind is not calm. This is his only choice. The main reason is that he is too scared and dare not look at it.

A warm air flow rolled towards his cheeks like a tongue covered in mucus, with a strange smell that made the scalp numb. It was as light as a feather, as if nothing had happened. The atmosphere became weird and silky, causing his hair to explode completely.

‘Strange power’ is so evil!

But Wen Donglai still had a thumping scalp and insisted on it, but he didn't open his eyes. In fact, he had already beaten the drums and drums in his heart, and the more he beat them, he became louder and louder.

Dongdong... Dongdong...

If this is a Confucian scholar who is born with others, he will definitely choose Confucian scholars that have never appeared and never appear again.

It was dark and late at night. He really wanted a strong light from the sky to shine on him, helping him to dispel the weirdness that he didn't dare to look at.

He leaned against the square table and kept this stiff movement. After about a long time, the strange aura around him rotated a few times and slowly disappeared.

He let out a light breath and relaxed the tight muscles all over his body.

I actually came alive.

A stream of light suddenly flashed in my mind.

There seem to be colorful words and sentences in the stream of light, clearly showing: "Ignore the invasion of strange forces, and the strange forces are combined."

"A question, how is it different from the first five?" This question rang out in my heart for no reason: "The countdown to three seconds must be answered."

…three…

Wen Donglai racked his brains and sweated coldly.

…two…

It seems to have eyebrows, but it is extremely confused, it is so fatal.

…one…

The boundless darkness was like a black cloud, as if the oxygen around it was drained instantly.

Wen Donglai glanced at the word "Confucian" on the table in the corner of his eyes, and he heard a cry: "The biggest difference between me and them is that I come from a place where there is also Confucianism, and our place also has Confucianism. Yes, that's it, this is the biggest difference between me and them..."

He was confident and thought that maybe he would not have to die in this way.

The space around quickly became quiet.

Did you answer correctly? Is it wrong? Or is it the moment of tranquility before the storm is about to come?

Wen Donglai's face was bitter, and a ball of darkness appeared in front of him, like cotton wool, getting bigger and bigger in front of him.

When he wanted to see it carefully, he stretched out a pale hand from the darkness and pulled him in.

He was immediately scared and fainted.

I don’t know how long it took. When he woke up, he found himself standing in a small place surrounded by mist. The clouds and mists around him were like ghosts, making him afraid to take a step.

As fear intertwined with doubts, the clouds and mist in front of him dissipated a little, and a gray-green color appeared. After listening carefully, a faint noise seemed to be heard from the gray-green color.

Wen Donglai walked forward a few steps before he saw clearly a dilapidated small house in front of him, with a gray color, just like a cold corpse that had been dead for a long time.

When he gathered his eyes, he could see the whole picture. The broken eaves and broken tiles were extremely miserable. Only the wooden door was still complete. The two animal-faced copper rings on the wooden door glared and were tied together by an iron lock. He stared carefully and found that the wooden house had flesh and blood texture, just like skin peeled, exposed red and bright flesh, shrinking and shrinking in his breathing, which was both magical and weird.

As far as the eyes were concerned, the rest of the broken house looked like a ball of red flesh and blood dismembered into pieces.

"What the hell is this?"

Wen Donglai's fear arose even more, and his calves began to tremble constantly.

He wanted to escape, but had no choice but to escape. In desperation, he could only calm himself down and began to look around, but accidentally discovered something interesting.

I saw him find the word "Religion" on the lintel of the house.

A word "Religion" that keeps bleeding downward.

The blood flow direction is centered on the word "Ru" and scatters upward, downward, left and right, just like a blood sun, and it is more like a hanging pendulum, and the scattered blood flow is the pointer.

"Confucianism, broken house...break house..." Wen Donglai's mind suddenly jumped, his face collapsed, his pupils burst, and he said in surprise: "Is this Confucianism...Confucianism?"

The whole person became excited as if he had discovered a new world, and the fear in his heart quickly decreased a little.

But he was not a heartless child. His excitement suddenly cooled down, and his whole body calmed down again, with doubts, and a little fear that could not be dispelled.

Although he is ignorant, he still understands the basic principles of this world.

In the Tianru Continent, there is a popular consensus: "Man stands between heaven and earth, the heaven and earth are the mansion, and man is the mansion."

"Does Confucian really live in human bodies? But whose Confucian family is this, what is Confucianism, and where is it?"

Of course he would not think that this was his Confucian mansion. The master of his body had never sensed the existence of Confucian who was "born with him", nor had he activated the resonance of heaven and man, and he had cast a broken Confucian mansion from where he could condense.

Seeing the ragged Confucian mansion in front of him, it was a bare-stop shop. When ordinary people looked at it, they felt sad and helpless.

Wen Donglai suddenly felt that the person who owned this broken Confucian mansion was a disabled person with physical poverty and spiritual emptiness.

No Confucian would live in this broken house, so he probably had been abandoned by Confucians long ago.

Although this feeling is more in line with his current identity, how could he admit it?

But everything has a reason.

"What does it mean to be here by yourself?"
Chapter completed!