Chapter 95
The camera turns, and Zhu Changan is wandering aimlessly on the street, and in a trance he seems to hear someone calling his name.
Is that 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 his clothes, Yuheng's appearance has hardly changed since three thousand years ago. Of course, I'm not talking about his appearance here, but that kind of... mysterious feeling. I wonder if you get it.]
【Aba Aba Aba? 】
[But what I'm more concerned about is that my wife actually knows Changan's name. I don't think Changan has ever said his name before, right?]
How could I not pay more attention to my pup's friends? (dog holding a rose.jpg)
Yuheng brought Zhu Changan back to the antique shop and settled him down. For some reason, the comics did not include any pictures of You Lin.
After cleaning up the room, Zhu Changan's tense nerves finally relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep.
Perhaps due to the excessive stimulation during the day, coupled with the fact that he often dreams about things during the day, Zhu Changan actually dreamed of the scene from that year again. However, many of the details in the dream were blurry and unclear.
The previous 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, its body completely black. Under Zhu Changan's horrified gaze, its scarlet eye swiveled several times before locking onto 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 text, but the word "energy" could be vaguely seen.
The second half of the dream was reduced to black and red, filled with oppression and fear. Amidst the chaos, the mother seemed to press something into Zhu Changan's body, then push hard. A red teleportation array appeared behind him and swallowed him in.
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. At the end of the passage, there was a dazzling white light. Zhu Changan's intuition told him that there was the exit.
"Run away, run far away, never come back, never think of it..."
Zhu Changan subconsciously set foot on that unknown road, his pace getting faster and faster, finally breaking into a sprint. Just as he was about to touch the door, Zhu Changan suddenly stopped. As if sensing something, he turned around and looked back, and at that moment, the dream completely collapsed.
He ultimately failed to escape.
【My Grass】
【ah】
[Is this a memory from Changan's past... a dream or the past?]
[That weird thing might really be coming for Changan's energy. Could Changan really not be human?]
[Maybe Chang'an is also an awesome monster]
Grandpa Changan said that he hasn't attracted strange things since that incident. Could it be because of the thing Changan's mother put in his body? It was either to hide his aura or to seal his power.
[It is very likely that the power is sealed. Don't forget that at the beginning, Chang'an couldn't even use his supernatural powers normally.]
[Hey? Look at this] [Mobile screenshot.jpg]
[Oh my god, words this small, only ants can read them clearly, right?]
[Energy detection report? What the heck is that? Damn, I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't mentioned it. Could it be that the authorities noticed something was wrong with Chang'an and wanted to investigate him, but Grandpa intercepted them?]
[Don't do it, forget about □□ and other things, our little golden retriever is really not suitable (screaming)]
Mo Xuanji looked at the discussions in the comment section and barrage, and suddenly a somewhat outrageous idea popped up in his mind: Is there a possibility that Chang'an is related to the Tianji Lock?
This conjecture was unfounded and slipped away in an instant.
…
[What do you think, Sister Chen, can you let us go? ]
[Do you believe that this old thief has a conscience, or do you believe that I am Qin Shi Huang?]
[If I give you money, can you make me a high-ranking official? ]
[I think Sister Chen needs another blow——]
Once bitten, one fears the rope for ten years. Netizens have already suffered from PTSD due to Liuhe's outrageous actions. They have deeply seen through the old thief's nature of fun and no longer have any expectations of whether Liuhe has a conscience.
We are no longer the simple and gullible netizens we once were, but now—Niu Hulu Netizens!
The cover of this episode was also very exquisite. When Mo Xuanji saw it for the first time, he mistakenly thought that he had accidentally clicked on a comic about cultivating immortals.
Shen Liuxue stood in the center of the painting, sword in hand, her face expressionless, surrounded by string puppets with no facial features. Both Shen Liuxue and the puppets were dressed in retro attire, and at first glance, they looked like they belonged to a sect of immortal cultivators.
Did I click the wrong comic? Why is this like a competition among immortal disciples?
[I'm not mistaken, this seems to be Sister Shen's hometown, why is it in this style? ]
Mo Xuanji wasn't the only one confused; netizens were also bewildered. The disconnect between the Shen family's style and the outside world was too great, like an old object from the past, with a sense of dissonance everywhere.
The scene in the comic appears to be an open-air martial arts arena, with the surrounding spectator seats filled with people, whose average age appears to be around 40 or 50. Young people are standing on the ground, gathered in groups of three or four, 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 look very much like those of 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 ring, a flash of sword light passed by, and the opponent's sword was picked up and flew out, piercing straight into the ground. Shen Liuxue wiped the sword slowly, but turned his eyes 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. The people beside him smiled and bowed to congratulate him, saying: "Congratulations, Mr. Shen, Miss Liuxue has won the first place again this time. The Shen family is worthy of being the largest family, and there are so many 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 martial arts competition, where the younger generations from each family would compete on stage. While it might seem like a simple pastime or a formality, the younger generations' victory or defeat actually determined the family's reputation.
In this circle, a family's status is measured not only by wealth and seniority, but more by the potential of the next generation.
Shen Liuxue's first place made the Shen family members raise their heads higher, but the head of the family was arrogant: "It's a pity, after all, she is just a girl, unable to take on big responsibilities, so she can only play in occasions like this."
The people beside him turned pale but couldn't get angry. What kind of talk was this? Their own youngster won first place, but they called him just a nobody. Doesn't this imply that the youngsters of other families can't compare to a nobody girl from the Shen family?
Their voices were not small, and there was no intention to avoid anything, and the conversation was extremely clear to Shen Liuxue's ears.
Ironically, three thousand years ago, in response to foreign enemies, the ancestors of these families were the pioneers of reform. However, three thousand years later, the initial sincerity and blood had long been exhausted, and in the endless flattery and self-indulgence, new termites were rapidly eroding these behemoths.
They began to cling to the glory of their 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 want to match the ancients thousands of years ago in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also in their spiritual thoughts.
Shen Liuxue had not originally planned to return to this suffocating encirclement, but what she discovered during that mission made her very concerned.
It seemed that the ones who spread the strange weapons and created chaos were not just the weird ones and the demons that had been found. Some of the methods used by the enemy made her feel extremely familiar, and coupled with the desires that these high-level officials had not concealed on a daily basis, Shen Liuxue immediately suspected them.
But there was no evidence, and personal feelings alone could not explain anything. Moreover, there were also family members in the official high-level positions. In order not to alert 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 weird. But if it was true, she was not completely helpless.
Thinking 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 carefully for a while before remembering that this seemed to be the sword in the Shen family's confinement room used to punish those who made mistakes.
[The brave dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon? ]
[The painting styles of these families don’t seem to be fuel-efficient]
Judging from their level of madness, I'm afraid that during the final battle, if Weird throws out the concept of a "new world", they will turn against us on the spot.
[Although the style of painting here doesn't have much of a knife, it feels so depressing and doesn't feel like home at all. No wonder Sister Shen has been resisting it.]
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