She seemed to have seen something interesting and familiar, and her expression changed from surprise to curiosity, and finally to sudden realization.

"So that's it," she said, laughing. "So he saw it all the way from the beginning!"

"How interesting, is this a prophet?! This is time, the so-called foreknowledge of the future!"

Her voice was wanton and joyful, as if the sight of the mask had perfectly verified her thoughts, making her already high spirits even more excited! With overflowing excitement, Bian Tian laughed wildly and said, "Put it on, put it on! Let me see what else that person knows!!"

As she spoke, she tapped the ground lightly with her feet and quickly passed through the open space of the ancestral hall next to her.

The carving knife in his hand drew a beautiful silver arc in the air, and along with Bian Tian's up and down movements, the sharp trajectory was like flowing clouds and water. At the moment when it crossed the tablet next to it, it knocked down a piece of solid wood plaque! There was a "crackling" sound, and as the plaque fell like dominoes, Bian Tian stepped on the wind and the dust in the sky, rushing towards Ding Yan!

Feeling the threat so close at hand, Ding Yan was silent for a moment and then put on the wooden mask on his face.

The wooden mask fit his face tightly. Although the sapphire-like pupils blocked Ding Yan's vision, when he looked through the hollow eye sockets, Ding Yan found that his vision was not greatly affected except that it turned a little blue.

But right now, my whole world has turned into a beautiful blue. Not only myself, but also the "girl" who is laughing wildly in the distance.

Looking at Bian Tian, ​​Ding Yan felt unexpectedly calm.

After putting on this mask, the violent anger and anxiety before were washed away as if by spring rain, and the dry heart burning with fire was smoothed out bit by bit. Only a calm mist remained in his heart, symbolizing his calm and peaceful state of mind at the moment.

This is a rare experience.

At least Ding Yan had never felt as calm as he did now.

At this moment, a voice suddenly popped up beside him: "Do you feel better?"

Hearing this voice in his ears, Ding Yan subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Then he saw a ball of charred black fog wandering around him.

This ball of black mist was like a rough black flame, burning with a crackling sound as it surrounded him, and swaying slightly with his movements.

Looking at the black flame, Ding Yan frowned subconsciously: "Are you... Sin Face?"

That's right.

At this moment, this ball of black flame felt very familiar to Ding Yan.

The reason for his familiarity was that he had used this thing to train emotions countless times before and had successfully mobilized more of Honglian's emotions.

However, before this, he had never seen Sinface appear in front of him in this form.

You should know that when Ding Yan was training on weekdays, he would often use people he was familiar with as his villains, such as the Prophet, Ji Qianqin, Song Qingci, Lin Ju, etc., or his own relatives. Later, he would kill these guys in front of him to stimulate his emotions.

This is the first time that we have met in the form of an abstract and uncertain flame, and both sides have communicated so naturally.

Therefore, he couldn't help but ask out loud.

Facing his question, the black flame flickered slightly, as if the light in the eyes was flickering: "You can think so."

"In the final analysis, I am nothing more than a mask," said Black Flame. "I chose to meet you in this form only because it can avoid your cognitive bias."

Having said that, Black Flame quickly changed the subject: "But it doesn't matter what happens now. What you should be concerned about now is not what I look like."

“See that crazy woman in the distance?” it said. “That’s why I’m here now.”

Hearing this, Ding Yan was slightly startled.

Why does it feel like Bian Tian's movements have slowed down a lot? He looked at Bian Tian in the distance, whose movements had obviously slowed down, and said in surprise: "Could it be that you have stopped time..."

However, soon, Sin Face interrupted his narration: "Time is not a realm that I can reach. It is an authority that only one person can touch. I am just speeding up your mind now. To some extent, you can consider this to be an illusion."

As he spoke, a flame appeared next to the black flame.

The flame moved towards Ding Yan, like a small hand, resting on Ding Yan's shoulder.

The flame flickered, and Sinface's voice was a little distorted: "We don't have enough time, so we must make a decision early."

"You are not incapable of dealing with her with your current strength, but you will have to use the power hidden in your body. But if you just unleash your flames, many terrifying people will come looking for you. By then, you will not only bring trouble to yourself, but also to the people around you."

"So, in my personal opinion, you'd better not get angry rashly, and don't let your emotions be controlled by the power in your body."

Listening to Zuimian's words, Ding Yan fell silent.

This is also the reason why he is still struggling with it.

According to Qi Guang, he is currently being searched by someone.

Originally he thought that this person was Bian Tian, ​​but now judging from Bian Tian's tone, the person who wanted to take him away was not her, but someone else.

However, it was obvious that Bian Tian felt that the man had him in his grasp, so he tried to use provocation to make him actively unleash the power of Honglian.

This undoubtedly means that if one casually activates the power of the red lotus, one will become very dangerous.

"And I am not the only one here. There are other people here."

Looking at Bian Tian in the distance, Ding Yan hesitated: "Like Li Jingwen and Robert, if they get into a bad situation because of me, it's obviously inconsistent with my own ideas."

For Ding Yan, putting other people in danger because of himself is definitely a torture.

That's his character.

So he was still hesitating and struggling about whether he should lead Bian Tian away.

When the black flame next to him saw Ding Yan's appearance, he knew that it was probably time.

Its fire burned from itself to Ding Yan, and it was as warm as the autumn sun shining through the leaves and falling on the ground: "I know you are hesitating, but there is not only one path to choose."

"If you don't mind, let go of your consciousness and let me in."

Zuimian looked at Ding Yan and said, "I am confident that I can deal with that woman. I can't say I can defeat her, but at least I can hold out for a while until the prophet arrives."

"This is also the prophet's choice. Otherwise, he would not have given this mask to you."

After hearing Zuimian's words, Ding Yan's eyes lit up slightly.

Yes, I am not fighting alone.

You know, there are other people standing behind him! Thinking of this, he glanced at the sin face, thought for a while, and then said worriedly: "Are you sure?"

"Won't you be in trouble if you go up against this crazy woman?"

Although this guy was just a prop, and was even brought here by Bai Ling as a sparring partner for him to practice with, after spending a lot of time with him not long ago, Ding Yan felt that this guy might not be so bad.

If nothing else, at least it really keeps its word.

People who keep their promises generally won't go too bad.

Ding Yan thought so.

Feeling Ding Yan's worried look, Zuimianduo remained silent for a moment for some reason.

After a while, it continued: "Don't worry."

"That guy and I are very familiar with each other."

The words fell.

Time starts moving again.

The carving knife suddenly stabbed past Ding Yan, breaking through the fierce wind and brazenly stabbing towards Ding Yan's arm! This was a blow that Ding Yan absolutely could not dodge.

Before this, Bian Tian had carefully observed Ding Yan and she realized that although Ding Yan's speed was very fast, it was never faster than the human limit.

And his speed has already surpassed the threshold of human beings! So if he goes all out, then Ding Yan has no basis to dodge no matter what! Thinking of this, Bian Tian smiled lightly: "Relax..."

"I'll put your body to good use..."

She wanted to make Ding Yan's body into a second wooden sculpture that was no less beautiful than her own perfect work of art!

With this thought in mind, Bian Tian placed his hand on Ding Yan's arm, his gesture gentle and soft, as if he was caressing his lover's arm, his eyes blurred.

However, soon, her hand movements paused slightly.

The next second, Ding Yan in her hand instantly turned into a ball of air and dissipated into the surrounding environment without leaving any trace.

Feeling the loss in his hand, Bian Tian subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Hallucination?"

She turned her head and glanced at the ancestral hall in the distance.

At this moment, at the end of the ancestral hall, "Ding Yan"'s hand was pressing on the wide and thick curtain next to him.

The red curtain was covered in dirt and looked like it had been there for a long time. It felt rough, dry and hard to the touch.

Feeling the frosted touch on his hands, "Ding Yan" suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath towards the sky.

Then he lowered his head slightly and slowly exhaled the breath.

"It's been a long time since I last felt the fresh air," he said. "It's a blessing to feel the flow of wind and the haziness of dust with a human body."

As he spoke, he lightly hooked his fingers and clasped them tightly on the dark red curtain.

Immediately afterwards, "Ding Yan" slowly exerted force and actually tore off a piece of dark red curtain.

Holding the red cloth in his hands and stroking it, "Ding Yan" glanced at Bian Tian from a distance.

"It's been a long time," he said. "No, I haven't seen you since I was born."

Hearing this, Bian Tian was slightly stunned.

After a moment, she suddenly realized.

"So it's you," she said with a happy smile on her face, "I thought the handicrafts I made when I was young would be a perfect start, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of failure!"

Listening to Bian Tian's crazy voice, Ding Yan said nothing, but continued to talk to himself: "I was a little curious."

"According to my opinion, there should be only three people in this world who know about Ding Yan's sexual fetish. One of them is the prophet, another is me, and the other is Ding Yan himself."

"But later when I was in the box, I realized that no matter from which angle, you were too much in line with Ding Yan's preferences. It was as if you knew Ding Yan's aesthetic in advance and then reflected it into reality."

"Before this, Ding Yan would never reveal his sexual fetish casually. The prophet is not so idle, and there is no need to publicize it with fanfare. As for me, I have always been a mask, unable to move at all..."

Then, Ding Yan looked at Bian Tian and said softly, "So, the answer is obvious."

"Besides me, there is another person who is actually in Ding Yan's consciousness and saw this scene."

The eyes under the sapphire slightly raised, and the voice of "Ding Yan" gradually rose: "It's you, right? The madman who created me, the monster who only thought about 'perfection'..."

"'Woodcarver', Zou Ye!"

The voice of "Ding Yan" echoed in his ears, and a wide crack appeared at the corner of Bian Tian, ​​or Zou Ye's mouth.

"Ah, yes, it was me," he admitted straightforwardly, "I was the one who saw everything, and I was the one who was looking for the 'perfect' one."

"When the new Zou Ye was born from your mask, I sensed his senses."

Zou Ye put down the carving knife in his hand, took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the sculpture of Anya on the ground, and then gently brushed off the dust on the wood sculpture, his movements soft and gentle.

As she brushed, she also said: "I know everything about Zou Ye, because we are one. So I saw what this little brat Ding Yan liked most. But unfortunately, I thought I could achieve my goal by approaching him in this way. But I didn't expect that he would be so stubborn..."

That's because he likes the two-dimensional world.

The words "Ding Yan" were not spoken out loud, but were buried deep in my heart.

In fact, he was just trying to delay time, so there was no need to say so much.

As a prop made by Zou Ye, he knew Zou Ye's character very well.

He is a madman, a perfectionist, a man who will not stop when it comes to his plans and the things he is proud of.

As expected, Zou Ye was still happily saying over there: "But it doesn't matter. My goal is just to get close to him. No matter what, I am getting closer to my goal step by step..."

As he said this, he let go of his hands.

At this moment, Anya, who had her face peeled off and looked like an exquisite wooden sculpture, miraculously stood up after passing through Zou Ye's hands.

Looking at Anya in front of him, Zou Ye said happily: "As a benefit of sharing vision with you, I know a little bit about this kid's personality."

"I'm curious, if I let her companion, the person she is supposed to protect, attack her, and tell her that if she wants to save her, she must kill her, what choice will she make?"

“It must be very artistic and enjoyable.”

The words fell.

Anya stood up and touched her face.

"What happened..." she said dazedly.

However, the next second, her face suddenly froze.

Her hands began to bend unconsciously, as if there was a spring wrapped around her back, manipulating her body bit by bit, turning her into a puppet.

“Uh…ah…”

Anya looked at her hand: "My hand... hurts..."

Although she was talking about the pain, her face was peeled off so she couldn't feel any pain.

Only her voice, that weak and extremely feeble voice, was coming out of her mouth.

Damn it.

Ding Yan thought to himself.

He could clearly feel that the fire in Ding Yan's heart was wavering a little bit.

That old guy, so his "woodcarver" is to make living people into wood carvings? What a sinister ability.

We have to find a way to not destroy Ding Yan's belief and at the same time resolve the issue of the girl.

Thinking of this, "Ding Yan" glanced at the red curtain in his hand.