At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Eight days later, Zhang Yuan was discharged from the hospital early.

He is recovering well, faster than expected, and all injuries are almost completely healed.

This once surprised the doctors, but after examination, they found that everything was normal, which can only be attributed to his strong physique.

Zhang Yuan, who had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry, rested for more than half a month and occasionally did rehabilitation exercises.

When he felt that he had fully recovered, he was ready to start his long-held dream of seeing all the great rivers and mountains of his motherland.

That night, Zhang Yuan asked his colleague Wan Jiren to give him a massage as a farewell.

Wan Jiren, Zhang Yuan's partner in the company, a relatively good colleague, and the only person who sent messages of concern for Zhang Yuan when he was hospitalized, can be regarded as half a friend.

"Ayuan, I really envy you. It's a blessing in disguise..."

During the meal, Wan Jiren said with envy.

"Damn it! Ah Ren, you don't know how I've been here this month. I can only lie in bed most of the time, and my whole body is almost rusty..."

Zhang Yuan looked sad, as if those days were really hard to look back on.

He was used to the warmth and coldness of people, so after getting one million, he did not show off to the outside world.

Even Wan Jiren thought Zhang Yuan only received tens of thousands in compensation.

It's only tens of thousands of yuan, which seems to be a small amount, just a small amount of money, not worth mentioning at all.

However, there are really not many young people today who can afford tens of thousands of dollars on their own without relying on their parents, and most people cannot do it.

A frugal person like Zhang Yuan, who worked for more than half a year, only managed to save nearly 10,000 yuan.

This is because he is a loner and has few social contacts. Apart from daily necessities, he has basically no other expenses.

The next day, Zhang Yuan officially set off and began his journey.

His first stop was Huashan.

Zhang Yuan took a plane for the first time in his life. He was confused and novel all the way. He almost made a joke and was delayed in boarding. Fortunately, the airport staff were conscientious.

After nearly ten hours of bumpy journey, he finally arrived near Huashan Mountain.

"I'm so tired! It seems I'm better suited to lying down."

Zhang Yuan did not climb the mountain immediately, but checked into the hotel he had booked in advance. He planned to take a good rest first and talk about the rest tomorrow.

Before setting off, he was very ambitious and determined to travel all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

But when he really set off, the bumpy journey for only half a day made him feel physically and mentally exhausted and didn't want to move.

"Hmm! What kind of material is the mattress in this hotel made of? It's so comfortable to lie down on. No wonder so many classmates in college liked to go out and stay in hotels together..."

After eating, Zhang Yuan lay on the soft big bed and quickly fell asleep.

……

On a midsummer night, the moon shines like water.

The breeze blew past his face, and the sound of the flute, which sounded like resentment, admiration, and weeping, came from far away. Zhang Yuan couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Then, he couldn't help but start walking in the direction where the flute sound came from.

After walking only a few dozen steps, a tower appeared in front of him.

A woman in white Hanfu stood leaning on the railing on the high platform, holding a flute and playing. She was vaguely visible in the cold moonlight, as if she were a fairy descending to earth.

This is a young girl who looks to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She is not wearing makeup, but she is as beautiful as a fish or a wild goose. She has a pair of slender jade hands that are like butterflies dancing on the flute, and her red lips are lightly opened, playing a melodious sound.

What a beautiful picture of a beauty playing the flute under the moon, accompanied by the bright moon, it is so fairy-like.

Zhang Yuan had never seen such a scene before, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers like a wisp.

The girl in white on the high platform had her eyes wandering, looking down, looking directly at Zhang Yuan, her red lips slightly opened, and she said orchid: "Young master, you are here!"

That look of looking forward to the brilliance is really like a fairy from the upper world coming to the dust. Not many normal men can control it. Zhang Yuan's three souls and seven souls were about to be taken away. He didn't know how he got on the high platform and how he sat next to the girl.

He felt like a scholar in ancient myths and legends who strayed into the fairyland and met a fairy who descended to earth.

As if in a dream, Zhang Yuan actually had a lively conversation with the girl he met for the first time, as if they were close friends who had known each other for many years.

Just when the two of them have reached the point where they are expressing their sorrow to each other, and they are about to spark the spark of love between you and me.

Zhang Yuan inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl's shadow under the moonlight.

A strange shadow.

The shadow at the girl's feet seemed to be alive, rolling and surging like a thick fog, and gradually transformed into a twisted and ferocious appearance. A large, jagged mouth stretched to the base of the ears, opening and closing silently.

The shadow kept squirming, and countless tentacles dripping with unknown mucus stretched out from the edge of the shadow, waving randomly.

Zhang Yuan felt as if his body was covered with greasy tentacles, and he felt numb and itchy all over his body.

This made the hairs on his body stand on end, his mouth opened wide, but he could not make a sound, and fear was like a tide that overwhelmed him.

It was obviously a midsummer night, but Zhang Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and there was no evil thought in his heart at this moment when the girl with soft jade and warm fragrance was leaning on him.

He wanted to yell and run away, but he found that his whole body was sore, his throat was itchy, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead. He could not move at all and could only breathe like a wind. Voice.

Seeing that there were more and more slippery tentacles, and the ferocious ghost figures had begun to wrap around him, Zhang Yuan got the strength from nowhere to push the girl away.

"Ouch! Master, what's wrong with you? You hurt someone!"

The girl fell to the ground and let out a cry of pain. She looked like she was about to cry. Her expression was very aggrieved. I felt pity for her tenderness and weakness.

Zhang Yuan felt that he could finally breathe. He looked carefully under the girl and saw that there was some ferocious ghost somewhere.

Is it an illusion?

Maybe I am too nervous...

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

His consciousness returned and he regained control of his body, but he still had some lingering fears.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Yuan decided to step forward, pull the girl up from the ground, and apologize. After all, it was indeed his fault.

But as soon as he stood up, he was stunned again.

Under the cold moonlight, the girl's originally beautiful face was slowly covered with scars that were as hideous as a centipede.

Those big, smart eyes turned into two dark blood holes, bleeding out continuously.

The blood was like a spring, dyeing the white clothes red, growing bigger and bigger, forming a stream under the girl's body, flowing everywhere.

Zhang Yuan's heart suddenly stopped, and without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

"Sir?"

The girl's voice came, full of doubts.

The strange thing is that when he heard the girl's cry, Zhang Yuan paused and froze there as if he was under a restraining spell.

He shook his head vigorously and turned back to look at the girl carefully. Everything he saw just now disappeared like a phantom.

The girl still fell to the ground, her big eyes flashing, looking at Zhang Yuan with a confused and aggrieved look.

Is it really just an illusion?

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and stepped forward to help the girl up. This time there was no accident.

The beauty beside him was still the same, but he no longer wanted to get close to the girl. With a touch of alienation, he just wanted to end this "encounter" as soon as possible and leave.

"Young master, do you dislike me? But there is something wrong with me."

The girl noticed the change in Zhang Yuan's attitude, looked sad, and asked quietly. (End of chapter)