Chapter 095 Chapter 95
The camera turned and Zhu Changan was wandering aimlessly on the street. In a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.
Is it Grandpa? He turned around subconsciously and saw a familiar figure.
"Senior?"
[It’s my wife, my wife is here to pick up the child——]
[I suddenly realized that apart from the clothes, Yuheng's appearance has hardly changed compared to three thousand years ago. Of course, I'm not talking about the appearance here, but that kind of... mysterious feeling. I don't know if you get it.]
【Aba Aba Aba? 】
[But what I care about more is that my wife actually knows Changan's name. I don't think Changan has ever said what his name is before? ]
[How could I not pay more attention to my little friend? (Dog holding a rose.jpg)]
Yuheng brought Zhu Changan back to the antique shop and settled him down. For some reason, the comic book did not include You Lin's picture.
After cleaning the room, Zhu Changan's tense nerves finally relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep.
Perhaps because of the excessive stimulation during the day, coupled with the fact that he thought about things during the day and dreamed about them at night, Zhu Changan actually dreamed about the scene from that year again. However, many details in the dream were vague and unclear.
The first part of the dream was just like an ordinary family. The parents carefully prepared a birthday gift for their child, then took out the birthday cake, made a wish, and blew out the candles.
Just as Zhu Changan closed his eyes and made a wish to be with his parents forever, the wall was suddenly shattered by an energy of unknown origin.
The monster outside was tall and twisted, and its entire body was pure black. In Zhu Changan's horrified gaze, the scarlet eye turned a few times, and then locked its gaze on him.
[…Energy…] The monster’s mouth formed a strange arc. In the dialog box, the text was covered with a layer of pure black garbled code, but the word “energy” could be vaguely seen.
The second half of the dream was filled with only black and red, and was filled with depression and fear. In the chaos, the mother seemed to press something into Zhu Changan's body, and then pushed hard. A red teleportation array appeared behind him and swallowed him up.
The scene changed, and only Zhu Changan was left in the pure black space. He stood there blankly, and a pure white passage appeared in front of him, with a dazzling white light at the end of the passage. Zhu Changan's intuition told him that there was the exit.
"Run away, run far away, never come back, never think of me..."
Zhu Changan subconsciously stepped onto the unknown road, his steps became faster and faster, and finally he ran quickly. When he was about to touch the door, Zhu Changan suddenly stopped. He seemed to have noticed something, and looked back, and the dream completely collapsed at this moment.
He didn't escape in the end.
【My Grass】
【ah】
[Is this Changan's memory of the past...is it a dream or the past? ]
[That weirdo might really be targeting Changan's energy. Could Changan really not be a human? ]
[Perhaps Chang'an is also an awesome monster]
[Grandpa Changan said that he has not attracted strange things since that incident. Could it be because of the thing that Changan's mother put in his body? It was either used to hide his aura or to seal his power.]
[It is very likely that the power has been sealed. Don't forget that at the beginning, Chang'an was completely unable to use his supernatural powers normally.]
【Hey? Look at this】【Mobile phone screenshot.jpg】
[Oh my god, words this small, only ants can read them clearly, right?]
[Energy detection report? What is this? Damn, if you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have noticed it. Could it be that the authorities found out that Chang'an was not doing well and wanted to investigate him, and then Grandpa intercepted him? ]
[Don't do it, forget about □□ or anything like that, our little golden retriever is really not suitable (screaming)]
Mo Xuanji looked at the discussions in the comment section and on the barrage, and suddenly a somewhat bizarre thought popped up in his mind: Is it possible that Chang'an is related to the Tianji Lock?
This conjecture was groundless and slipped away in a moment.
…
[What do you think? Can Sister Shen let us off the hook? ]
[Do you believe that the old thief has a conscience or that I am Qin Shi Huang? ]
[The guy above, if I give you money, can you make me a high-ranking official? ]
[I think Sister Shen needs to take another stab at this——]
Once bitten, one fears the rope for ten years. Netizens have developed PTSD due to Liuhe's manipulation. They have deeply seen through the old thief's nature of a playboy, and no longer have any expectations of whether Liuhe has a conscience.
[We are no longer the simple and deceptive netizens, but rather — Niuhulu·Netizens! ]
The cover of this chapter was also very exquisite. When Mo Xuanji saw it for the first time, he mistakenly thought that he had accidentally clicked on a comic book about cultivating immortals.
Shen Liuxue stood in the center of the screen holding a sword, her face expressionless, and the puppets without facial features surrounded her. Both Shen Liuxue and the puppets were dressed in retro clothes, and at first glance they looked like a sect of immortals.
[Did I order the wrong comic? Why is this so similar to the competition among disciples of the immortal sect?]
[I’m not mistaken, this seems to be Sister Shen’s hometown, why is the painting style like this? ]
Not only Mo Xuanji was confused, but netizens were also confused. The style of the Shen family's paintings was too far away from the outside world, like an old object from the past, with a sense of disharmony everywhere.
The scene in the comics looked like an open-air martial arts arena, with the surrounding spectator seats filled with people who seemed to be in their 40s or 50s on average. Young people were standing on the ground, gathered in groups of two or three, discussing the ongoing competition.
In these pictures, whether it is the characters' clothing and hairstyles, or the surrounding daily utensils and venue layout, they all resemble the time thousands of years ago when human cultivation civilization had not yet been interrupted.
"Is this what the legendary aristocratic family is like?" Mo Xuanji murmured.
On the stage, a flash of sword light passed by, and the opponent's sword was knocked out and stabbed straight into the ground. Shen Liuxue wiped the sword slowly, but his eyes turned to the stands.
"Shen family, Shen Liuxue wins!"
On the high seat, the head of the Shen family looked at Shen Liuxue's performance with satisfaction. Someone beside him smiled and bowed his hands in congratulations, saying, "Congratulations, Mr. Shen. Miss Liuxue has won the first prize again this time. The Shen family is indeed the largest family. It is really full of talented people."
"No, no, the child is just trying to do well." The head of the Shen family was very pleased, and his eyes, which were not big to begin with, narrowed into a line.
Every year, large families with deep roots like theirs would organize a joint competition, where the younger generations from each family would compete. Although it seemed like a pastime and formalism when bored, in reality, the victory or defeat of the younger generations was related to the family's reputation.
In this circle, the status of a family is measured not only by wealth and qualifications, but more by the potential of the next generation.
Shen Liuxue's first place made the Shen family members hold their heads higher, but the head of the family looked arrogant: "It's a pity, after all, she is just a girl, she can't take on big responsibilities, so she can only play around in occasions like this."
The people on the side were livid but could not get angry. What was he talking about? His own kid got first place but he was just a nobody. Wasn't the implication that kids from other families were not as good as a nobody girl from the Shen family?
Their voices were loud and they did not try to avoid the topic at all; the sound of their conversation reached Shen Liuxue's ears very clearly.
Ironically, three thousand years ago, in order to deal with foreign enemies, the ancestors of these families were the leaders who led the reform. However, three thousand years later, the initial sincere blood had long been consumed, and in the endless flattery and self-intoxication, new termites quickly eroded these huge things.
They began to cling to the glory of their past ancestors. When the whole society was committed to looking forward, these people wanted to go back to the past, even to the point of madness - not only did they have to benchmark their food, clothing, housing and transportation against the ancients thousands of years ago, but also their spiritual thoughts.
Shen Liuxue originally had no intention of returning to this suffocating encirclement, but what she discovered during that mission made her very concerned.
It seems that the ones who spread the strange weapons and created chaos were not just the strange creatures and the demons that were found. Some of the methods used by the enemies made her feel very familiar, and coupled with the desires that these high-level officials did not conceal on weekdays, Shen Liuxue immediately suspected them.
But there was no evidence, and personal feelings alone could not explain anything, and there were also family members in the official high-level. In order not to alarm the enemy, Shen Liuxue did not make it public at the time.
Moreover, whether from a selfish or objective perspective, Shen Liuxue did not want these families to collude with the strange. But if it was true, she was not completely helpless.
As he thought of this, a pure white sword suddenly appeared in Shen Liuxue's mind.
Mo Xuanji looked at it for a while and felt that it looked familiar. He recalled it carefully for a while before remembering that this seemed to be the sword used in the Shen family's confinement room to punish those who made mistakes.
[The dragon-slayer hero eventually becomes an evil dragon? ]
[The painting styles of these families don’t seem to be easy to deal with]
[Judging from their level of madness, I’m afraid that in the final battle, if Weirdos throws out the concept of a “new world”, they will turn against us on the spot.]
[Although the painting style here is not very knife-like, it feels very depressing and does not feel like home at all. No wonder Sister Shen has been resisting it.]