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"There's something wrong with this woman..." Yasuo frowned, even increasing his speculation, "Is there something wrong with that boy too?"

"No, you should say the whole village has problems..." Ryan moved aside to avoid the view from the window.

The setting sun was still shining outside, shrouding the entire village in a warm atmosphere.

but......

"First notice the sunlight and the shadow..."

As Lion spoke, Yasuo and Riven looked at the sunlight and shadow at the same time.

“The position of the sun and the shadows on the fence outside are exactly the same as when we first entered the village!”

Riven reacted faster than Yasuo.

This is the difference between a ranger and a warrior.

Rangers care more about settling scores, while warriors need to pay attention to changes in the environment and time at all times.

"And the aroma of rice. From the time we arrived at the village entrance until now, it's been lingering, neither getting stronger nor weaker. But do you see anyone cooking around here?"

"this......"

The change in Yasuo's expression was revealed without any concealment in the warm sunset.

But looking at the familiar orange filter, he suddenly felt a chill spreading in his heart.

And the first place where this chill spreads is... the stomach.

"And do you think the whole process after we entered the village was too smooth..." Ryan had not been to many villages, but old man Conde left a deep impression on him. "No one asked us where we came from, and no one asked us what we were doing here..."

He looked at Yasuo, "It's only when you want to take the initiative to inquire that someone comes. And the process didn't take too long. You told me a few seconds ago that you wanted to inquire about the news, and a man came immediately;

"Then you said you wanted to talk to someone, and then you happened to meet a woman who invited us to her tree house...

"The world won't change according to anyone's will. If it begins to change according to your wishes, either you are dreaming, or... we have entered a world similar to a dream."

Ryan has extensive experience in this area.

After all, the world in the painting constructed twice was also of this kind.

If I can use special means to prevent people who enter the world of the painting from noticing the difference, then other people can also have similar means.

When he first entered the village, he actually didn't notice anything.

But the sudden disappearance of the unpleasant smell that had been lingering in his nose served as a wake-up call to him.

This kind of thing can't just disappear, so there's only one possibility...that I'm surrounded by it.

After having a preconceived impression, when Ryan looked at this "world" again, the flaws were like the streets after the autumn rain, scattered on the ground like fallen leaves.

The most obvious sign, and the one that completely confirmed Ryan's guess, was this tree house.

I sat here for half an hour, and there was not a single thorn or branch waving at my face.

It is impossible for it to be like its tree traitor, who is in darkness but has a heart in the light.

That only means it is fake, or that it has no will of its own.

Ionia may not have chickens that can play basketball, but it certainly doesn't have trees without willpower.

I can only say that this world is far less exquisite than the world in my own paintings.

Even after discovering the clues, the instigator did not fix the flaws, but instead seemed to want to throw the can away...

Ryan said, turning around.

The noise from the kitchen had stopped when he began to explain the flaw.

At this moment, the woman who prepared the snacks was standing at the kitchen door, staring at the three 'strangers' with a stern face.

As she stared... a crack appeared on the woman's forehead, and blood flowed down like a stream, wetting her clothes and staining the snack in her hand red.

"..."

While Yasuo gripped his sword, he covered his stomach with his other hand.

"boom!"

There was a sound of something heavy falling near the door.

Riven looked over reflexively and found that the boy who had answered Yasuo's question was placed at the door in an extremely twisted posture, with his limbs spread out limply on the ground, like a withered willow branch.

"They... died a long time ago?" Yasuo asked, suppressing his stomach's physiological reaction. "But why... they were fine not long ago?"

"Because this is a dream..." Ryan's voice soothed Yasuo, "Or some other similar method."

"You mean, this place is fake?" Yasuo's eyes lit up.

He thought of the world in Ryan's paintings. No matter how miserable it was, the sun would still be there when he woke up.

But Ryan's answer extinguished the light he had finally ignited. "I think... this might be true."

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Chapter 57 Dudu Protection

The strong smell of blood made the tired Yongen half-force himself to perk up.

He looked towards the village not far away.

The familiar silhouette beneath the thick fog seemed to awaken some memory in him.

He had been here before during his youthful travels.

This experience made him feel warm at that time, so he specially recorded them in the travel notes of the Yufeng Sword Sect.

He hopes that other fellow disciples will also have the opportunity to come here and bathe in that pure kindness.

"Morning Glory Village..."

Yongen whispered the name of the village.

Morning Glory Village is not a famous village.

Unlike Mofang Town, this place is not close to Gouya Temple and does not have a bustling market.

It is not like the village of Kong De and his wife, which has fertile fields and the protection of the Yufeng Sword Sect.

It was just another ordinary village among the many in Ionia.

A hundred years ago, dozens of families found a place covered with morning glories and settled down there, where they have lived for several generations.

Yongen still remembered that the last time he came here, the children in the village enthusiastically tugged at his clothes and invited him to their homes to taste the dishes they cooked with flowers.

The villagers would add flower petals to their rice when cooking. The magically nourished flower petals would imbue the rice with their fragrance.

but now......

Yongen closed his eyes.

When the memories faded and the smell of blood hit his nose again, the scene in front of him overlapped with the Yufeng Sword Sect in his mind not long ago.

Maybe the background is different, but the taste is similar...

He didn't know when it started, but Ionia was no longer what he remembered.

Whether they were ordinary people or so-called strong ones, they all seemed to be sucked into an invisible vortex.

Death is like a wind that blows up unexpectedly at dawn or dusk, sweeping towards every innocent person without any warning...

Whether it is his master or the ordinary people in the village, it seems that they are destined to be slowly swallowed by this vortex.

Veins popped up on Yongen's palms, and the scabbard made a creaking sound.

The emotions accumulated in my heart seemed to have finally found a way to vent, and unspeakable anger rose up in an instant.

But the last bit of sanity was like a shaky fence, still carrying out its mission.

Finally, he walked into the familiar village with heavy steps.

The outer fence was no longer as neat as he remembered.

The scattered bamboo poles seemed to foreshadow the dire situation in the village.

When Yongen dragged his sword and walked to the tree house closest to the village entrance, a man just walked out.

From his clothes, you can tell that he is an Ionian.

But the other person's eyes, temperament and even the poor dialect all showed that this was just a disguise.

At other times, Yongen would calmly ask the reason for the matter, at least give the other party some time to explain, and then send him to the court to be punished.

The teachings of the Yufeng Sword School require him to use his actions to fulfill his inner justice and thus seek balance in the way of the sword.

But at this moment, Yongen suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then his vision became sticky.

The invisible space seemed to have taken shape, turning into slime and instantly distorting the entire world.

At the same moment, a whisper sounded in his ears.

Yongen couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but when the voice sounded, he suddenly had an urge to destroy everything.

The man was a little surprised to see Yongen, but he seemed to have experience in dealing with similar situations.

He picked up a long knife stained with blood.

He grinned as if to smile, but before he could open his mouth, a flash of sword light became the last color he saw.

......

......

The colors of the sunset indicate beauty and tranquility.

But Yasuo, enveloped in the "tranquility", felt cold all over.

He instinctively wanted to retort or make some excuse, but looking at the woman at the kitchen door and the boy at the tree house door, those words finally turned into something that blocked his mouth.

"Now let me go out and see what it really looks like."

Ryan said, reaching out and grabbing Riven.

It's not the intimate tug-of-war between lovers, but the mutual care between partners.

In fact, when the woman and the boy revealed their true appearance, Riven's breathing had begun to become heavy.

Both she and Yasuo are facing the ending they least want to see.

After sighing silently, Yasuo walked ahead with his sword in hand.

Ryan felt like he was dragging a corpse that had lost its soul.

He turned his head to look at Riven and said softly, "Escape won't solve any problems. Besides, they are them and you are you."

"I am Noxian..." There was a hint of crying in Riven's voice.

"Not all Ionians are good people," Lion patiently advised. "You should let guilt be your motivation, let it push you forward, instead of crushing you to the ground."

If you said this in your previous life, you would probably be criticized for it.

But in this spiritually barren world, it is indeed a good medicine.

At least, it worked for Riven.

After stepping out of the tree house, the light became warmer.

But any normal person may not feel any warmth after seeing the surrounding environment.

Because there were also some long-dead "people" standing in the windows or doorways of the neighboring tree houses.

Some of these were the first time I saw them, and some I had just passed by not long ago.

And now... they died in various ways.

The only similarity was that their eyes were fixed on the only three living people in the village who could still breathe.

Yasuo gripped the hilt of his sword.

Riven, who was still feeling guilty, was also interrupted by this scene.

Even though she had experienced the baptism of blood and tears on the battlefield, she had never seen this scene.

Only Ryan remained calm.