"This is……"

Meng He's eyes were blurred. He had always been alert and guarded for some reason. When he saw this sudden oil lamp, he felt warm and did not feel any doubt.

He even took two steps forward unconsciously and carefully observed the strange lamp.

Liu Zhengyi, who was far away, glanced at this. Meng He was now in his sight, looking at the bird cage and then withdrew his gaze.

But Meng He's consciousness seemed to fall into a foggy forest. Thrilling wails kept coming from the fog, causing his eyelids to tremble, and even his knees were trembling.

This is his deepest nightmare.

Countless days and nights, the dream that tortured him.

"Angkor, where are you? I'll save you!"

Meng He shouted at the top of his throat. He had not yet noticed that there was a dark air spreading in his eyes. Although he knew that this was useless, he felt that the scene was too realistic, as if his reason was obscured.

Even the clothes that had been burnt on my body were replaced with the uniforms of that year, and everything was no different from those of that year.

His spiritual sense still could not dissipate, so he had to rush into the fog following the most miserable place where he screamed, and swung his knife to clear the fog, feeling anxious.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed his ankle and made him stop.

"Police Meng, where are you... Why did you come so late..."

Meng He looked at the lower part where only half of his body was left at his feet, his lips trembled and could not say a word, and finally he screamed and continued running inward.

The dust along the way was covered with broken limbs and broken arms, and occasionally the dead subordinates looked at him with resentment. Finally, he ran to the place he didn't want to recall the most in his memory.

A man who was corroded by monster slurry and was standing there with his back to him.

Meng Heru was struck by lightning. In reality, his captain Wu Yan had already swallowed his breath when he arrived, which became a pain for his life. He wanted to know if he, a deacon who is both a husband and a teacher, would forgive him, but he would never have this opportunity.

"Wu...Deacon Wu." Meng He spoke, his tone was as timid as a recruit.

As if he heard the movement behind him, Wu Yan turned his head. The head had been corroded into half a skeleton, extremely invasive. A naked eyeball looked at Meng He in front of him, and his gums were closed and he said:

"You're here?"

Meng He's chest was undulating and he didn't say anything.

Wu Yan asked again: "What are you going to do, Meng."

"Subordinate, the fog is too big, the spiritual consciousness is invalid, and I am gone... I am gone." Meng He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, and the last bit of suspicion disappeared subtly in this world, and instead the black air of the barrier is cruising around.

"I'm leaving...hehehe..." Wu Yan smiled, but his expression did not change at all, because there was no flesh at all.

Then Wu Yan raised one hand, shook his neck and pointed Meng He:

"Brothers who came out have agreed to return together and die together. A few old friends are going to marry Li Si. It is because of people like you who can't help but die. We are all dead."

"Who are you...."

‘Wu Yan’ suddenly roared, his voice shrill and demonic wind blew Meng He’s robe:

"What kind of face do you have to survive and what qualifications do you have to bring other people into the company? You are just a useless dog, and it is even worse than a dog!"

Meng He's face was pale and his face was dull.

Is this the answer I have been waiting for for a long time? Sure enough...Angkor, these dead brothers will not forgive me... After so many years, I am the only one who forgives me.

Meng He knelt on the ground and suddenly started kowtowing. He had already regarded the guy in front of him with a difficult face as the Wu team who had been promoted to his deputy general without any objection.

"Wu Yan" raised an evil smile on the corner of his mouth and continued:

“According to the rules, what should you do…”

"Rules..." Meng He's eyes changed and his breathing suddenly accelerated.

"Don't you know the rules?"

Another loud shout made Meng He stagger and kneel to the ground. He looked up and saw that the mist and dust had disappeared. He was surrounded by a small mountain village courtyard.

Under the moonlight, an old man was holding a willow branch and pointing at his nose and cursing:

"Beast, you must admit your mistakes. You must be beaten to the point of justice. Today, my father teaches you to abide by the rules, just to prevent you from making big mistakes in the future!"

Bang!

After saying that, the stinging pain came from Meng He's cheek, and the old man actually whipped it into his face, and a blood mark was directly whipped out.

Meng He was beaten and wailed, crying loudly: "Dad! Dad! He'er, change it, change it!"

"Change? Shameless stuff..."

"The guilty one cannot be kept, all of them will die!!"

The black air in Meng He's eyes became stronger and stronger, and his father's words were repeated constantly in exchange for sympathy: "Kill, all the guilty people will die, they will die..."

The old man looked at Meng He coldly, until Meng He's demonic energy gradually took shape, he gradually stopped and said:

"Save your life for your father to punish evil and eliminate evil. All those you don't like are guilty, and those who are guilty..."

"Kill." Meng He replied subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, the foundation of his eyes had become as good as Zhao Feng, with only a piece of ink color, and an unknown aura was spreading.

Around them, "Wu Yan" and "father" surrounded him and patted Meng He on the shoulder, and finally slowly dissipated.

A chuckle was left in the air.

...

"Old Meng?"

Meng He suddenly woke up, sweating and gasping. When he opened his eyes, he was still hanging bird cage in front of him. The owl inside had closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

He looked back and found that it was Liu Zhengyi behind him, patting his shoulder.

After slapped Liu Zhengyi's hand off, Meng He let out a long sigh, shook his head, took out a new suit, and began to put it on himself.

"Are you okay? You were shocked." Liu Zhengyi poked his head out and asked with concern.

Meng He buttoned it, glanced at Liu Zhengyi coldly, and said lightly:

"You want to clean the battlefield, what are you doing?"

Liu Zhengyi looked back and saw that the ground had been repaired by ground techniques, and Zhao Feng's body was dragged to the inner hall to wait for treatment. The door was surrounded by disturbed town people, who were blocked by Song Zhi.

"It's nothing, you're so awesome just now." Liu Zhengyi said as he was about to pat Meng He's hand, but he was grabbed.

"Stay away from me."

Meng He said word by word, his serious and terrifying look stunned by Liu Zhengyi, and then he smiled embarrassedly and walked to the side.

It was not until after walking away that Liu Zhengyi turned around and found Meng He sitting under the bird cage again, closing his eyes to rest.

He slowly shook to Song Zhi's place and said to himself: "This old Meng is nervous again... Forget it, depending on the fact that you were seriously injured, I won't be holding you behind your back today."

Not far from Yuanjie Town, on the edge of the northern border.

A strange man wearing a beast-tie stopped in the dark jungle and looked towards Yuanjie Town.

After a while, a young voice rang out:

"It's lost in the east...It's won in the sun, haha, good, very good."
Chapter completed!