"Master, do you still retain the memory of your previous life? Because illusions are generally born in the deep memory of the soul!"
Yintu looked at Su Fan with a puzzled look, because according to common sense, if a person reincarnated, then the memory of the previous life should have been forgotten long ago.
"No, this is not the memory of my previous life!"
Su Fan shook his head. Although he claimed that the ontology was his previous life, he knew in his heart that he had never participated in the ontology life before leaving the institute.
Therefore, Su Fan seriously suspected that this so-called illusion was only revealed after making a lot of changes in his own memory.
In other words, everything that happens in this illusion is very likely all fake.
"What, isn't this your memory? Oh, I see, all of this is?"
Silver Rabbit patted his head, a suddenly realized expression appeared on his face.
"Go, let's follow!"
Next, Su Fan followed the footsteps of the body and continued to walk on the rotating staircase.
Soon, he climbed another thousand steps.
At this moment, the surrounding scene has become a bar, the body suffering emotional damage, drinking in the bar.
After a while, a woman with an enchanting figure appeared next to the body, and Su Fan recognized that this woman was He Juan.
Then, Ontology and He Juan began to vent their depression while drinking, and He Juan also complained loudly about his dissatisfaction with Xu Dong because of a quarrel with Xu Dong.
Alcohol is the best narcotic, and also the best love trigger. After a couple of emotionally frustrated men and women, they gradually lost themselves and kissed each other after drinking.
"Wow, these two are so bold, so many people around, they all dare to do this!"
When Yintu saw this, he said with a look of excitement, as if he was very interested in human affairs.
"It's disgusting enough!"
Su Fan frowned. He didn't like He Juan at first, but now seeing this scene makes him feel very nauseous.
Perhaps the illusion intended to torture Su Fan's eyeballs, and for a long period of time, various indescribable scenes appeared.
During this process, Su Fan's expression was stiff, while Silver Rabbit yelled in excitement, and Su Fan could not wait to cover his mouth.
One night later, the couple of men and women in the illusion finally finished their tossing, Su Fan let out a long sigh of relief, only then did he realize that his cheeks were extremely hot.
"Wow, Master, why are you so red!"
The Silver Rabbit cried strangely as if it had discovered the New World.
"To shut up!"
Su Fan yelled in embarrassment, but Yintu noticed that Su Fan seemed to be angry, and immediately said nothing.
Just when Su Fan thought the ontology would no longer toss, the scene in the illusion showed a worse development.
For the next few days, the ontology actually bought drunk in different night scenes every day, and because of his handsome appearance, he was never short of all kinds of women.
After being drunk, the body will take different women home, sometimes one, sometimes several.
In this case, Su Fan was forced to watch indescribable pictures for many days.
"What kind of illusion is this, is there nothing else except to show me this?"
Su Fan's anger continued to grow, and a few faint bloodshot eyes appeared.
His chest kept rising and falling, because the optic nerve was constantly stimulated by this discordant picture, and his brain became a little groggy.
"Master, are you okay?"
Yintu felt the strangeness of Su Fan, and quickly asked concerned.
"I do not know……"
Su Fan leaned on his forehead and knelt on the stairs, and said with a tired expression.
Although he kept telling himself that everything in front of him was just an illusion, he was constantly stimulated by his visual senses, plus the same face in his body.
All this made him see the present, and he had a deep sense of substitution, as if the person who appeared in that scene was not the body, but himself.
At this moment, Su Fan suddenly felt the silence around him, and all the voices seemed to disappear instantly.
And Su Fan's mind, which was disturbed by the fantasy scene, also returned to normal again.
what happened?
Su Fan raised his head suspiciously, and found that all the pictures in front of him were frozen, and even the silver rabbit was motionless with his mouth open.
"Young man, hello!"
An old voice suddenly sounded, as if from the end of space.
"who are you?"
Su Fan's eyes narrowed, and he realized that with his own perception, he couldn't tell where the sound came from.
"The old man's name is Luo He, who belongs to the Qiwu Continent. This is the cave mansion created by the old man before his death!"
The old voice said slowly, reporting his origin to Su Fan.
It's not Tuoba drunk!
Su Fan's heart shuddered, he knew that his previous doubts had come true!
"That Soul Devouring Longevity Art is your secret technique for cultivation?" Su Fan tapped sideways.
"Yes, if it hadn't been for cultivating such divine art, the old man would have been so soulless!"
Luo He gave Su Fan an affirmative answer, and then he said in a tone of voice, "Young man, you don't have to test the old man around the corners, the old man knows you want to ask about Tuobazui!"
"I think it's no longer needed!"
Su Fan shook his head, his eyes flickered and said, "I did want to ask, but now that I hear you, I already understand that Tuobazui is no longer in the world!"
"Haha, you are indeed a smart young man. It is no wonder that your soul will fill the old man with appetite. It's a pity that you didn't practice the soul-devouring longevity formula. In that case, the old man can receive everything you have!"
Although Luo He's voice was full of praise, what he said made Su Fan feel a bit of chill.
Only then did Su Fan realize that the secret technique in that secret room was actually a trap.
"That secret technique is fake?" Su Fan asked in a deep voice.
"On the contrary, that is the whole soul-devouring longevity formula, every word is true!"
Luo He replied: "However, those who practice the Soul Devouring Longevity Secret Art are naturally rivals. If two practitioners of this technique meet, if one of them swallows the soul of the other, the soul that will be ascended by then The intensity is more than five times higher than that of swallowing an ordinary soul!"
"Young man, I have to say that you are very lucky. Since you have not practiced the Soul Devouring Longevity Art, the old man will not kill you for the time being!"
(End of this chapter)
