He followed the man all the way to a wide lawn. This was probably a place for citizens to relax. It should be a park that provides a leisure place for the surrounding citizens.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon. There were men and women of all kinds sitting on the lawn. There were young couples hugging each other and talking sweetly, and there were also old people practicing Tai Chi leisurely. Someone was selling a large bundle of beautiful colored balloons.

A mother and her child bought a happy balloon at the stall. A little girl was happily jumping and pinching the balloon, holding her mother's hand with her other hand and running casually on the grass.

The weather was good today. There were actually people with their children flying kites on the lawn.

The man who was following walked onto the lawn and walked towards the center of the leisure square. There were five or six young men and women there, sitting on a plastic carpet, setting up a tent, playing music, sitting cross-legged, holding a guitar in his hand and singing while playing, it seemed that they were holding a small party.

A tall man joined the crowd, and he greeted those people familiarly, and they must have made an appointment to gather here a long time ago.

Then the man sat down on the plastic sheet, and another man and a woman came over, and the three of them started whispering together.

The way these people talked was very strange, which was out of tune with the casual and relaxed environment around them.

Xu Yao immediately realized that there must be a mystery, and was ready to go forward to inquire about the news. He did not choose to go forward directly, but instead walked around the perimeter of the grass, slowly approaching the crowd from the side. In order not to alarm the group of people, he even deliberately turned his phone to silent mode.

When he was about ten meters away from them, there was a vendor with a cart next to him. Xu Yao even bought a pair of sunglasses from the stall and put them on.

The price of the sunglasses was very cheap, so the lenses were not clear enough when they were worn, and the brackets were also uncomfortable.

However, since he was on a mission, a simple disguise was better than nothing. Xu Yao bought another bottle of water and pretended to drink water while observing furtively.

Xu Yao looked up and saw that the group of men and women had all formed a circle, and he didn't know what they were discussing. If he wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation, he had to get closer. But if he approached them so abruptly, he would probably be noticed.

At this moment, a boy flying a kite slowly ran to Xu Yao. The boy was about seven or eight years old, with a cute rosy face.

He raised the kite in his hand and handed it to Xu Yao, saying in a childish voice, "Uncle, I don't have the strength anymore. Can you help me fly the kite for a while?"

This really met his urgent needs. Flying a kite was a good disguise. Xu Yao was more than happy to do it. He took the string cake handed over by the boy, covered the kite string with his right hand, looked up at the sky, and gave up the kite in a proper manner. While flying the kite, Xu Yao moved his feet, taking the opportunity to turn his back to the group of people, and slowly stepped back towards them.

As he walked forward step by step, he could vaguely hear the group of people talking, as if they were discussing some words like hypnosis, but it was vague and not very clear.

The reason should be caused by the music played by a small CD player next to him. The melody of the music was very soft and soothing, which made people feel happy, but at the same time it also covered the voices of those people.

If Xu Yao wanted to find out their secrets, he had to keep moving forward. The further he walked forward, the more his identity would be exposed, but Xu Yao still resolutely continued to move his feet and was extremely careful.

He looked up at the sky, and acted very much like a father flying a kite. At the same time, he perked up his ears, trying his best to catch every word uttered by the group of people behind him.

The sky was clear now, and the sun was still quite strong. Xu Yao's eyes were fixed on the kite, and his eyes were inevitably a little tired. Coupled with the constant sound of music behind him, he gradually felt afraid. Finally,

the voices of the men and women talking became clearer and clearer. They laughed and talked in succession, as if they were very happy. Xu Yao was easily infected by this atmosphere, and he seemed to have an urge to join in immediately.

Xu Yao quickly adjusted his mentality and focused his scattered mind. He tried to discern the specific content of the conversation between the men and women.

Suddenly, a deep male voice came over, "Come a little closer."

The voice was full of magnetism and had strong penetrating power, just like a radio wave, and it directly entered Xu Yao's eardrum.

Although there was a very comfortable feeling, he didn't know whether the voice came from the external environment or from his own subconscious.

The order given by the voice was completely consistent with Xu Yao's subjective will, which made him very comfortable, so he obeyed the instructions of the voice without thinking, and continued to walk closer to the direction of the group of people.

Then the deep male voice continued to whisper, "Look at the kites in the sky and don't blink."

Xu Yao was actually a little unable to resist this order, and he could only stare at the kites in the sky. The blue sky, white clouds, and kites, these very monotonous elements, form a very boring picture.

The kite swayed gently in the sky, and the slow rhythm began to stop his heartbeat.

He felt that his breathing was getting slower and slower, and at the same time his vision began to become blurred, so his thoughts became scattered.

"Are you tired? If you are tired, take a rest." The magnetic voice rang even in Xu Yao's ears.

After listening to it, he really felt that his eyelids were heavy, and the kite set against the blue sky and white clouds between his eyes slowly became a symbol of an object.

This symbol was jumping a little bit, pulling at his last remaining self-consciousness.

Xu Yao's spiritual world was thus opened up again, and he was in a completely defenseless state, allowing more terrifying opponents to step in at will and explore at will.

When he opened his eyes again, Xu Yao felt that he was standing in the corridor of a house refreshed, with a green lawn in front of him.

He glanced around and finally understood. Wasn't this the scene he had dreamed of every time before?

At this time, a little boy of five or six years old was holding a wooden paper airplane, with his arms open, walking towards him quickly, with a smile on his face that could melt ice and snow.

His rosy lips kept calling, "Brother! Brother."

Xu Yao actually squatted down subconsciously, opened his arms and hugged the boy into his arms. This feeling was extremely familiar and intimate.

Seeing that the boy was about to jump into his arms, Xu Yao's eyes suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and now he was standing in the center of the sea of ​​fire.

Moreover, the heat and burning sensation from the sea of ​​fire directly roasted Xu Yao, and he could not help but let out a low cry of pain.

The little boy also suddenly disappeared. When Xu Yao looked up again, he saw the masked man in a black robe at the end of the sea of ​​fire.

At the end of the sea of ​​fire, he folded papers elegantly in his hands, and soon a beautiful paper airplane took shape. He threw it into the air with a whoosh, and it turned into a fire phoenix.

This scene was the same scene that Xu Yao had seen in the corridor at the entrance when the restaurant caught fire in order to save Mo Xiaoqing.

Xu Yao began to have some doubts in his heart. Where is he now?

Is this a dream or reality?

This should not be reality.