A strange chuckle came from Er Ya's mouth.
The laughter was high-pitched and hoarse, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, and seemed to be imitating human laughter.
Immediately afterwards, Er Ya's small body began to twist strangely, slipped out of Mo Yun's hands like a loach, and instantly floated into the air.
I could see its spine making a cracking sound, as if something was forcefully opening the body under the skin.
On the originally cute and pretty little face, the facial features began to become misaligned, the eyes were raised upward, and the corners of the mouth were grinning to the base of the ears, revealing a row of sharp, densely packed teeth.
"Demon...Demon!" The old village chief shook like chaff, his legs were as soft as cooked noodles, he collapsed on the ground with a plop, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.
Er Ya's body continues to expand and twist.
The small floral cotton-padded jacket with several patches was stretched to pieces as it expanded, revealing the rapidly growing black scales underneath.
The originally slender limbs became thick and ferocious, and the two legs merged into a thick and long snake tail. Two slits were ripped open in the back, and a pair of dark red flesh wings stretched out.
At the same time, countless black mist gathered from all directions, and penetrated into the deforming body like Vitality.
As the black mist rolled in, the surrounding air became thick and oppressive, as if an invisible big hand was grabbing the throats of everyone present.
In just a few breaths, the little girl holding crisp pears and shouting "brother, sister" in a milky voice turned into a monster covered in black scales, with the head of a human and the body of a snake, and dark red flesh wings.
The monster was suspended in the sky above everyone's heads, its fleshy wings slowly flapped, bringing up bursts of smelly wind.
The monster lowered its head, and looked down at Mo Yun with a pair of scarlet vertical pupils. A strange smile appeared on its face covered with fine scales, and it spoke human words:
"Hoho... I didn't expect that Bright Force Martial Artist could actually see through my disguise."
Its voice is hoarse and harsh, and every word seems to be squeezed out from the depths of the throat, with an indescribable coldness and teasing:
"I originally planned to get rid of you quietly and continue to hide in this area, but now it seems that I have to change my place again."
"You guys deserve to die!"
Mo Yun's face was so gloomy that he didn't expect that Demon could actually fly!
"I have suffered the loss of being uneducated. I have to go back to Commander Li and ask Mountain Manor if there are any books about Demon..."
Mo Yun never thought that First-Rank Demon could actually fly.
Bright Force Martial Artist is inherently at a huge disadvantage against the flying Demon.
Force Energy can't leave the body yet. Although he can jump several feet high with a full leap, there is no way to draw strength in the air. If he can't kill him with one blow, it will be in vain.
"Ho ho, since I can't deceive you, I can only force you to go on your way."
The monster's voice became even more sinister, and a bloodthirsty light shone in its scarlet vertical pupils. "If you have a comfortable way to die, you will have to suffer torture..."
It licked the corners of its mouth from ear to ear, its fine fangs glowing palely in the moonlight. "Hoho, next, enjoy the ultimate pain!"
"I will peel off your skin bit by bit, tear your flesh and blood clean one by one, and then eat your bones cleanly without wasting a single bit!"
At this point, it took a deep breath, as if smelling the aroma of some delicious food, and an intoxicated look appeared on its twisted face. "Martial Artist's flesh and blood smell is so wonderful~"
The monster raised its head and let out a weird laugh, and the sound waves spread in all directions like a substance. The roofs of the adobe houses in the village were shaken so hard that dirt fell down.
Zhao Gang was so excited by the laughter that he shivered all over, the palm holding the handle of the knife was covered in cold sweat, and his legs were shaking slightly.
But he gritted his teeth and took a step forward. He tried his best to circulate Blood Qi in his body and stood beside Mo Yun, ready to support him at any time.
Huang Shan's face was equally pale, but her cold eyes were fixed on the monster in mid-air, and her slender hand tightened on the hilt of Willow-Leaf Sword's sword.
Her eyes quickly swept over the monster's snake body covered with black scales. As if she thought of something, her pupils suddenly shrank and she shouted:
"Mo Yun Be careful! It's Painted Skin! This Demon is good at camouflage, can extremely restrain the aura, and uses human skin as a medium to transform into a human appearance, making it hard to detect!"
Mo Yun felt a chill in his heart.
Huang Shan's voice sounded again, so urgent that it almost changed its tone. "Not only that! It's also good at illusions and creating mental pollution! You must guard your mind and don't follow its ways!"
Before she could finish her words, Painted Skin in mid-air suddenly opened her mouth and took a big breath.
The surrounding air seemed to be grabbed by a big invisible hand, rushing towards its mouth crazily, causing a sharp whistling sound.
Immediately afterwards, Painted Skin spit out a mouth full of black mist!
The black mist was as thick as ink and swept away in all directions like a flood that broke a bank. It was so fast that it enveloped the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.
Mo Yun felt that his eyes suddenly went dark and his head became dizzy.
Then, there was a loud noise in his ears.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."
"Don't you see that the bright mirror in the high hall is sad and has white hair, and the morning is like green--"
The loud sound of reading came from all directions, with a certain laziness and perfunctoriness unique to young people, as if it was a daily routine that had been repeated thousands of times.
Mo Yun felt dazedly lying on the hard desk, with the right side of his face pressed against the cold desktop and his left arm pillowed under his head.
He remembered the touch.
The desks in high school in my previous life were covered with messy handwriting and graffiti that had been erased white.
"Mo Yun wake up! Teacher Huang is here. If she catches you, you will be punished again!"
A pleasant female voice came into his ears, and then a warm palm pushed his shoulder, not with much force but with anxiety.
Mo Yun raised his head drowsily and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
What caught his eye was a pretty face.
The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a refreshing high ponytail and a few strands of hair hanging down by her ears.
She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, her skin was as fair as jade, there was a small mole on the tip of her nose, her almond-shaped eyes were big and bright, and she looked a little anxious and helpless.
The youthful atmosphere rushed to my face, and even the afternoon sunlight filtering through the window seemed to be a little brighter.
Mo Yun was stunned, and the memories buried in his heart came out like a tide.
"Lin, Lin Ruoshui?!" Mo Yun's voice was full of disbelief. He stared at the familiar face in front of him with wide eyes and murmured, "Aren't you dead? Am I dreaming?!"
Lin Ruoshui has been his friend since childhood.
We were in the same class from elementary school to high school, and our families lived close to each other, so we often walked together to and from school.
The two always bickered almost every day, but were always inseparable.
It is a pity that Lin Ruoshui was diagnosed with terminal cancer in his senior year of high school. He should have been young and brilliant, pursuing his dreams and flying at an age, but he passed away five months before the college entrance examination.
Mo Yun doesn't know if his feelings for Lin Ruoshui are considered likes.
He only knew that after Lin Ruoshui left, he felt sad for a long time. He always felt that there was an empty piece in his heart, as if someone had taken away a piece of a puzzle and the remaining parts could not be completed no matter how hard he put them together.
It took him a long time to come out, but occasionally in the dead of night, he would still think of the girl with a ponytail and a small mole on the tip of her nose.
But at this moment, she was standing in front of him, alive.
"You're the one who died!" Lin Ruoshui was so angry that his cheeks bulged up. He stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Yun's arm, "Mo Yun, you bastard! You actually cursed me like this! I still stand guard for you! You're going too far!"
The pain in my arm was too real to be true.
Mo Yun frowned and shook his head vigorously.
Wrong!
"Aren't I in Sanyuan Village..." He murmured in a low voice, feeling a splitting headache in his head, and something in his mind was violently surging and struggling, like a drowning person trying to surface.
"Mo Yun What's wrong with you? Don't scare me..." Seeing that Mo Yun's face was not very good, Lin Ruoshui panicked all of a sudden, with worry on his face.
At this moment, a graceful figure walked in from the front door of the classroom.
It was a woman about twenty-four or five years old, wearing a yellow dress, with long hair shawl, delicate facial features, and outstanding temperament.
It was Mr. Huang, the Chinese teacher. Although he was young and had just graduated two years ago, he was famous for being strict and was nicknamed Yellow Yama.
No one in her class dared to desert, and every one who was caught was punished by standing still without any mercy.
Teacher Huang walked up to Mo Yun and Lin Ruoshui with a straight face, looked down at them condescendingly, and said in a cold voice, "If you two don't study early, don't you want to take my class?!"
"Teacher Huang, Huang, I, we are not making trouble..." Lin Ruoshui was immediately frightened, lowered his head and said weakly, "Mo Yun is not feeling well, I was just asking about his condition..."
Teacher Huang said expressionlessly, "Next time, find a better reason. I have said the same reason eight hundred times!"
Lin Ruoshui's face suddenly turned red and he was speechless.
Mo Yun was stunned.
He raised his head and stared straight at the figure in a yellow dress in front of him. That cold face gradually overlapped with another face in his mind.
"Huang Shan?" Mo Yun blurted out, "Why are you here too?"
Teacher Huang's face darkened visibly.
She took a deep breath and said word by word, "Go out and stand in class!"
Lin Ruoshui was so anxious that tears almost fell. He said with a grimace in a low voice, "Teacher Huang, Mo Yun is really not feeling well..."
Teacher Huang glared at Lin Ruoshui: "Lin Ruoshui, get out too!"
Lin Ruoshui was immediately dumbfounded, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he spat out the word "oh" in an aggrieved manner.
A burst of uncontrollable laughter suddenly erupted from the back row of the classroom, and several boys fell forward laughing.
Teacher Huang turned around, glanced across the audience, and said coldly, "Why are you laughing? Do you want to go out and stand? Keep memorizing the text!"
The laughter in the classroom suddenly stopped, everyone lowered their heads, pretended to hold up the textbook and read aloud.
in the corridor.
Lin Ruoshui leaned against the wall and looked sideways at Mo Yun, his almond-shaped eyes full of worry. "Mo Yun, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, I will take you to the hospital right away. Leave Yellow Yama alone!"
"I'm fine." Mo Yun shook his head, his voice a little muffled, "Maybe I just slept for too long and I'm a little dizzy."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I was scared to death just now..." Lin Ruoshui patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
Halfway through her words, she seemed to have thought of something. Her pretty face suddenly turned dark, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"Mo Yun You bastard! You insist on sleeping in class! You make me stand with you again! This is the first time this month. Count yourself!"
Mo Yun Looking at her angry face, for some reason, the inexplicable anxiety and uneasiness in her heart calmed down a bit.
He spread his hands and said in an innocent tone, "You still blame me? I don't know who was in a bad mood yesterday and called me until midnight."
Lin Ruoshui's face immediately turned red, from her cheeks to her ears.
She lowered her head, tugged at the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and stopped talking.
Mo Yun Looking at her appearance, the corners of her mouth curved involuntarily.
It was only then that he took a serious look at his surroundings.
Familiar classrooms, familiar corridors, familiar blackboard newspapers.
In the distance, the whistle of physical education class and the shouts of boys came from the playground, and the aroma of dinner wafted from the cafeteria, mixed with the unique fragrance of osmanthus in the autumn evening.
Everything is very real, so real that it couldn't be more real.
"Great Zhou, Yellow Maple Town, Crouching Tiger Manor, Sky Wolf Gang, Qilin County, Clearwind Town, White Shark Gang, Demon..."
Mo Yun's eyes were a little distracted and he murmured to himself in a low voice, "Is that a dream?"
Time flies and one day passes.
In the afternoon, the sunset dyed half of the sky red.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the corridor gradually became lively, with students walking out in twos and threes carrying their schoolbags.
"Mo Yun, I promised Linlin to accompany her to buy tutoring materials today, and you don't have to wait for me when you go back." Lin Ruoshui tugged on the strap of her schoolbag, said, turned around and left quickly.
Mo Yun nodded, returned to his seat and started to pack things.
Textbooks, exercise books, pencil cases, water glasses... He mechanically stuffed the items on the table into his schoolbag one by one, but the increasingly blurry images kept appearing in his mind.
Those people who were originally vivid in my memory have slowly become blurred as time passes.
"Sister, Xiao Liu, Commander Li, Liu Niang, Zhou Bo, Qin Hu, Liu Zhuang, Zhao Gang, Huang Shan... are they all dreams?"
"Huh? What was I mumbling just now? Why do strange faces suddenly appear in my mind..."
Mo Yun tapped his forehead with his palm and made a muffled sound.
He put on his schoolbag, walked out of the classroom, crossed the playground, and left the school gate.
"Well, maybe I've been under too much pressure from studying recently."
On the way home, the sky was getting dark, and the street lamps came on one after another, casting circles of dim yellow light on the ground.
Chinese Parasol Tree on the street had most of its leaves fallen, and they made a rustling sound when stepped on.
Mo Yun was in a daze while walking. The memories about Demon and Martial Arts in his mind were blurred to the point where only a few broken fragments remained, like a dream that was quickly dissipating after waking up.
Just then--
A rapid whistle sounded from behind!
Mo Yun turned around suddenly and saw a huge dump truck rushing toward him like crazy. The tires left two scorched black marks on the ground, and the harsh friction sound could almost pierce a person's eardrums.
The driver's window rolled down, and the driver's head poked out of it. His face was full of panic, and he shouted wildly at the top of his lungs:
"Young man! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The brakes are out of order!"
The speed of the dump truck is too fast.
It was almost Mo Yun and there was no time to think.
Before his brain could react, his body had already moved first.
The whole body Blood Qi surged to the extreme in an instant, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted.
Force Energy exploded from Dantian and poured into the right arm along the meridians like a flood that broke a bank. The muscles of the entire arm expanded in an instant, and the sleeves were stretched so hard that they made a squeaking sound.
Mo Yun stride, twist, and punch.
In an instant, a huge White Tiger Phantom formed behind him, roaring upwards to the sky, and the roar of a tiger shook the sky.
Boom!
With one punch, the edge of the fist breaks through the air!
The fist collided with the front of the out-of-control dump truck!
After an earth-shaking loud noise, the several-ton dump truck was deformed by the punch. A shockingly large crater was sunk into the front of the truck, the hood exploded and rolled over, and glass shards flew around like raindrops.
The dump truck stopped unexpectedly.
The driver slumped in the driver's seat, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg in. He looked as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't say a word for a long while.
Mo Yun maintained his punching posture and stared blankly at his uninjured fist.
There were even scraps of dump truck paint left on the fist, but not even a layer of oily skin was scratched on the surface of the skin.
His body was shaking slightly.
The memories that were rapidly dissipating in my mind felt as if they were being grasped by an invisible hand and pulled back violently at this moment.
Those blurred faces become clear again, and those faded names become vivid again.
He slowly retracted his fist and looked down at his hands. "Those... aren't they dreams?"
"Sanyuan Village! Demon! Painted Skin..."
"Lin Ruoshui! Parents! School..."
"What is true and what is false?!"
Mo Yun felt a splitting headache, holding his hair with both hands, and trembling all over.
"I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference!"
A severe headache came like a tide, and the memories of the two worlds collided and tore wildly in his mind, as if something was trying to split his whole body in half.
At this moment, a very charming voice sounded in his ears.
"What Blood Qi is like a dragon, what Martial Dao is a wizard, they are just the fantasy of a boy who was in a car accident before he died, nothing more than a dream."
"You are already dead, stop struggling."
The voice became lower and softer, like a warm hand gently stroking his forehead.
Mo Yun's body gradually stopped shaking.
He lowered his head and could not see the expression on his face.
The voice continued, "Go in peace, this dirty world is not worth your stay..."
However, before he finished speaking, Mo Yun suddenly raised his hand and fiercely grabbed the void!
Tsk!
"Uh-huh!" A shrill scream rang out.
A monster with the head of a human and the body of a snake, with dark red flesh wings, was forcibly pulled out of the void by Mo Yun.
Its snake tail twisted wildly, flapping desperately, and its wings flapped violently in an attempt to break free, but the hand seemed to be welded to its neck and remained motionless.
The monster's scarlet vertical pupils were full of incredible fear, and its entire scaly face was distorted by fear:
"How is it possible?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You are just Bright Force Martial Artist, how can you break my illusion?!"
Its voice was so sharp that it almost changed its tone, roaring hysterically:
"In my illusion, how could you still have Martial Dao cultivation! You are just an ordinary person! Ordinary people!"
The monster twisted its body wildly and tried to escape.
It's a pity it's too late.
Behind Mo Yun, the White Tiger Phantom condensed out again.
White Tiger looked up to the sky and roared, the roar of the tiger shook the void, and the overbearing momentum smashed down like a mountain.
Mo Yun poured all his Blood Qi Force Energy into his right fist, White Tiger Phantom merged with him into one, and punched the monster's head!
Boom!
With one punch, the monster's head was blown open on the spot, with broken scales and black and purple flesh flying in all directions.
At the same time, the space around Mo Yun began to fragment.
Roads, cars, schools, the sky, the sunset... the whole world is like a smashed mirror, with countless cracks spreading crazily, and finally shattering completely with a crash.
It's still the small courtyard of Sanyuan Village.
The sky was gray, the atmosphere was a bit depressing, and people were lying on the ground in the yard.
Mo Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the monster lying on the ground with no head and a trembling snake body without expression:
"My cultivation, my Martial Arts, are all developed by me step by step, bit by bit with blood and sweat. How can you change it in a mere illusion?"