Xuanxia

Chapter 1118 Cheating

Fu Qingzhou didn't know that at the same time, on the second floor of the same small building in Xishuo Palace, there were many Zhao Liangs... and the people standing in front of them were also different people.

"You have seen the most horrible and terrifying things for you."

Zhao Liang spread his hands and smiled: "Now you know that I am not a traitor... How about it? Are you willing to join me and stay away from all the pain and birth, aging, sickness and death?"

“Not only you, but also your relatives, friends and close friends can join.”

"From now on, you will never have to experience suffering again. Here, you will never die. Even if you die, you can be reborn again..."

In front of him stood a middle-aged soldier from the Northern Frontier Army, his face full of confusion: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

"It's normal that you don't believe it."

Zhao Liang chuckled and said, "But it doesn't matter. Don't worry. You experience everything here. Time in the outside world doesn't even pass at all. You can walk and see as much as you want. You can even live here for a while and then tell me your decision."

"If you wish, I can even resurrect your dead parents and comrades here. They will be exactly the same as you remember. You can see them again."

The middle-aged Northern Frontier Army soldier's pupils trembled: "Really? You can revive them?!"

"can."

Zhao Liang nodded: "A gentleman's honesty is precious. This king will never deceive you... How about this, this king will take you to choose a house, and then help you revive them, you can see for yourself?"

The middle-aged Northern Frontier Army soldier lowered his head, remained silent for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

The same scene also took place in countless parallel "Xishuo Palaces".

Some people chose to compromise, while others were unwilling to listen to Zhao Liang's nonsense, so they drew their knives and chopped at Zhao Liang...

For example, Hong Ruohai.

After entering this place as a spirit, he naturally no longer had any weapons or swords in his hands. All he had was the sword that had accompanied him in battles for many years when he was young.

At this time, the sword had already cut deeply into the chessboard, and Zhao Liang's figure slowly dissipated as the sword light passed, like clouds and smoke.

"Hmph...playing tricks."

Hong Ruohai sneered with a straight face, "Many years ago, I knew your true colors, Zhao Liang. You look like a gentleman, but in fact you are just an extremely arrogant person! Do you not want to be the emperor? You just think that the position of the emperor is not worthy of you!"

He looked at Zhao Liang's disappearing figure, drew out his sword, and raised his left hand with his little finger: "If you want to be a saint for all eternity, you must have that ability! Creating a false little world is nothing but a way to escape yourself. I sincerely look down on you!"

However, Zhao Liang did not respond to him throughout the whole process.

But those clouds and smoke silently rolled towards Hong Ruohai.

Hong Ruohai snorted coldly and swung his sword to block. The sword created a violent and powerful force, which flattened the entire small building in an instant. Other buildings in the Xishuo Palace were also swept away and collapsed by this terrifying sword energy.

But the cloud and smoke were not affected at all, and suddenly drilled into Hong Ruohai's seven orifices!
Hong Ruohai was startled and was about to resist, but he had already lost consciousness...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the street of Xishuo City.

"What just happened..."

He covered his head and murmured, "Those horrific scenes are my deepest fears... Humph, they are nothing but illusions."

He raised his head, looked at the busy streets around him, and frowned.

"Is this Xishuo City?"

"good."

Zhao Liang's voice came from not far away.

Hong Ruohai turned his head suddenly and saw Zhao Liang standing at the end of the street, on the other side of the crowd. He smiled and spread his hands: "Old friend Ruohai, long time no see, are you willing to listen to me... tell a story?"

……

"You are not the father."

In the small building on the second floor, Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Liang in front of him and said coldly.

Zhao Liang stopped fiddling with the chessboard.

He raised his head, looked at Zhao Hao who was sitting in front of him, and smiled, "Why do you say that?"

"You really are very much like my father, even down to that desire for control that can make people feel irritated with just one sentence..."

Zhao Hao said slowly: "But it's still not enough."

"Not enough?" Zhao Liang raised his eyebrows.

"You respect my opinion so much that you actually ask if I would like to join you?"

Zhao Hao sneered, "Father is not like that."

Zhao Liang was slightly stunned.

"This is not the Xishuo City that I am familiar with."

Zhao Hao sighed and stood up. "Old Chen and Xiao Liu, the gatekeepers of the palace, have stopped guarding the gate a long time ago. A few years ago, they quarreled and had a fight. One was transferred to guard the medicinal field, and the other was transferred to patrol the city."

"Also, the silk shop on Yunguang Street closed down a long time ago... The boss's son married a wife in another place, and he went to find his son." "Do you want me to say more? 'Father'?"

He looked at Zhao Liang in front of him coldly: "I don't know who you are, but you are definitely not my father. This is definitely not the real Xishuo City, and those so-called people are not really them."

Zhao Liang looked at Zhao Hao with a strange expression.

"My realm is low, and I don't know how to break the deadlock..."

Zhao Hao sighed and said, "Then, I'll kill you."

Before Zhao Hao finished speaking, his right hand had already reached behind his waist like lightning, and the cold light of the unsheathed dagger drew a cold arc in the air.

The moment the blade pierced Zhao Liang's chest, the other party still had that strange smile on his face.

There was no blood splattering, and Zhao Liang's figure dissipated into wisps of green smoke like a collapsing sand tower.

"This is the seventh time..."

He said.

Green smoke entered Zhao Hao's nostrils and his eyes went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, the familiar bluestone pavement was rubbing against his back, and the hot early summer sun in Xishuo City was burning his eyelids.

"Shenzhi? Why are you lying drunk on the street?"

Zhao Liang's concerned face came into view against the light.

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes.

His memory was still stuck on the terrifying illusions that had made his heart tighten, but for some reason, looking at the "father" in front of him, he suddenly felt a strong murderous intent in his heart.

Zhao Hao decided to follow his instinct.

He suddenly laughed, and this time he didn't even bother to get up. He just lay on the ground and stabbed with his backhand.

This time, the moment the tip of the knife pierced Zhao Liang’s lower abdomen, the entire Xishuo City suddenly froze.

The old man selling candy figures maintained the posture of blowing, and the syrup in the air was frozen into amber; the running child hovered on one foot, and the dust particles raised were clearly countable.

"You are smarter than Hong Ruohai."

Zhao Liang's voice came from all directions: "That reckless man killed me forty-nine times before he became suspicious."

Zhao Hao's hand holding the knife didn't move at all: "So this is the eighth time? Or the eightieth time? And...what on earth are you?"

The frozen street scene began to fade, like an ink painting blurred by water.

Zhao Liang's figure gradually twisted in the virtual world and turned into a human-shaped mist: "You will never be able to count them, just like you can't tell the difference between reality and illusion."

"No need to distinguish, just knowing that you deserve to die is enough!"

Zhao Hao grinned grimly and turned around to slash horizontally!

The knife light split the fog, and the fog made a crisp sound like glass breaking, and countless fragments of memory gushed out.

Zhao Hao saw himself kneeling in the ancestral hall at the age of twelve, with Zhao Liang’s cane beating on his back; he saw his father standing on the city wall and saying “Xishuo will be yours sooner or later” on the night of his twentieth birthday; he saw himself dying of old age on a large carved bed in a memory that clearly did not exist, with peach blossoms outside the window that never faded. At that moment, he actually missed his father terribly...

"Do you really want me to die so much?"

Zhao Liang's voice came out from every memory fragment: "I am, your father."

"That's why I want to kill you myself."

Zhao Hao stood in the swarming white fog, his face unchanged: "Don't send this meaningless fake person anymore, come out and see me in person!"

Before Zhao Hao finished speaking, the white mist around him suddenly boiled.

He suddenly heard the neighing of a warhorse, and when he looked down, he found that he was already wearing armor and holding a sharp weapon, with the warhorse under him raising its front hooves high - this was the moment when the residual immortal thunder blew open the city gate!
But what was strange was that the Northern Frontier soldiers who were charging around were all frozen in place, the flying debris and arrows were suspended in the air, and even the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion remained fluffy.

Hong Ruohai, Ning Wushu, Hong Zhi... looked back and saw Fu Qingzhou in the sky, other people in the distance, and even the arc of electricity that was exploding, all remained still.

"Time. Stands still?"

Zhao Hao's pupils contracted.

He kicked his horse hard and rushed into the city gate. The horseshoes hit the still firelight, creating ripples.

On both sides of the long street, vendors and pedestrians were melting like wax figures. The right hand of the silk shop owner had turned into milky white slime, but he still maintained the posture of turning an abacus.

"We were all fooled by him."

A hoarse voice came from the center of the street.

Zhao Liangji was sitting on the ground. His hair had turned snow-white and his face looked extremely old.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Hao, his eyes full of desolation and sadness: "Shenzhi, we were all deceived by him."

(End of this chapter)