Chapter 1194: Chapter 648: Light Candle Land (Triple Extra Combo) 4
Chen Yi pinched the piece of armor, casually trying it out, performing the divination, but indeed there was no response, so he shook his head.
He discarded the blood-stained piece of armor, stood up, and his gaze swept deeper into the long street, "The divination is interfered with, no matter how you try, you will get blurry results, or even opposite ones, yet you can’t divine anything here... It’s like a muddy swamp."
Qin Qingluo was silent for a moment, understanding the reasoning in Chen Yi’s words. She no longer looked at the wreckage on the ground, slightly lifting the tip of her gun, "Let’s go, find a way out as soon as possible."
The two continued onward, their footsteps echoing in the dead silence, increasingly highlighting the eerie emptiness around them. They passed through several solidified alleys and stopped in front of a relatively intact two-story tavern.
The door of the tavern was half-open, inside there was a faint light that was not entirely solidified like elsewhere, and... a barely audible panting sound.
Chen Yi and Qin Qingluo exchanged a glance, seeing the caution and exploration in each other’s eyes.
Qin Qingluo signaled for Chen Yi to wait, she stepped forward with her gun, silently prying open the half-open door with the tip of her Purple Electric Gun, and the scene inside was unveiled.
The hall was in disarray, tables and chairs overturned, cups and plates shattered. In the corner, a bonfire was burning silently, the flames leaping without making any crackling sound.
Two figures were especially prominent under the firelight.
A burly man with a half-broken mask on his face was leaning against a pillar, his chest heaving violently, his coat stained with a large area of dark blood, evidently severely injured.
His only remaining eye was bloodshot, staring intently in the direction of the door, gripping a broken dark bone flute, ready for battle.
This was one of the masked men who had escorted Wu Meng out of the Prince Mansion. He had also been drawn into this place, severely injured.
Not far from him, Elder Wumeng, his withered figure curled up in another corner, remained oblivious to the two intruders, the severely injured masked man, or anything around him. His eyes were tightly shut, hands crossed over his chest, lips moving rapidly in silence, reciting words with a face only showing devotion.
He wasn’t praying to the Gods and Buddhas, instead repeating obscure and difficult syllables, immersed in his own world, unresponsive to the outside.
The masked man saw Qin Qingluo and Chen Yi’s figures appear at the door, his lone eye bursting with intense fear and disbelief. He struggled to stand up, but triggered his wounds, groaning in pain, slumping back against the pillar, his breathing becoming more rapid.
He stared fiercely at Chen Yi, his voice hoarse and cracked, filled with extreme suspicion and fear: "Is it you... Chen Yi?" Upon seeing the Python Robe, he couldn’t help but realize something, his eyes widening with rage: "Indeed, colluding with the enemy, colluding with the enemy!"
Chen Yi stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the severely injured masked man and the seemingly mad Wu Meng, finally returning to the masked man.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, not immediately answering, instead taking an interested look around the eerily burning bonfire and chaotic hall, "Illusion?"
The masked man paused, questioning slowly, "What illusion?"
"This place, isn’t it an Illusion Realm?" Chen Yi’s mouth curved with a determined expression, "Otherwise, how could it be like this?"
"How audacious, this place was created by our Saintess! How could it be an illusion? It’s you who seems like an illusion!"
Within his fierce words, Chen Yi caught onto a little detail.
Chen Yi wasn’t angered by this, instead he countered, "Then what about you?"
The masked man was taken aback by his question, reflexively shaking his head in denial, "Me? Of course, I..."
"Right!" Chen Yi suddenly interrupted him, his voice firm and decisive, "You are the illusion!"
The moment these three words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze briefly.
The masked man’s eyes widened with fury, his face filled with shock and absurdity, as if hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world, he opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to angrily retort Chen Yi’s nonsense.
However, in the next second–
His entire body, along with his torn clothes, broken bone flute, even the blood stains beneath him, suddenly and silently began to dissolve like a burst bubble...
Instantaneously, like clouds fading away.
Only the pillar he leaned against remained, and on the ground... perfectly clean, as if no one had ever existed.
The entire process happened astonishingly fast, from Chen Yi uttering "You are the illusion" to the masked man’s complete disappearance, took no more than a couple of breaths.
No screams, no struggles, only that bonfire still jumping silently, illuminating the empty corner.
Not dispersing, not annihilating, but like ink dripping into still water, the edges quickly blurred and faded, the entire form becoming transparent and thin at a visible speed, finally transforming into wisps of thin, deathly black smoke rising, then completely dissolving in the air.
Qin Qingluo’s hand holding the gun tightened instantly, her phoenix-like eyes sharp as a hawk, fixated on the spot where the masked man disappeared, then suddenly turned to Chen Yi, her eyes full of shock.
Elder Wumeng in the corner continued to selflessly chant obscure syllables, seemingly unaware of the bizarre scene occurring around him.
Chen Yi stood in place, looking at where the masked man disappeared, the playful expression on his face vanished, replaced by deep seriousness and contemplation.
He slowly lifted his hand, looked at his palm, then raised his eyes to Qin Qingluo.
"Prince..." Chen Yi’s voice lowered, carrying a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, "Seems... in this ghostly place, as long as you believe the other is fake, then... it might become true?"
