PFC Chapter 111: The Favored One from Another World
Chapter 111: The Favored One from Another World
For some reason, Qin Yangming felt a surge of anger brewing in his chest, like a long-dormant volcano beginning to smoke.
[The Way of the Red Dust] is just like this, the sequencers are immersed in the red dust, their seven emotions and six desires are expanded to a certain extent, and they have stronger and more obvious emotions than ordinary people.
At the same time, they are more sensitive to emotions and can even detect the other person's mood swings.
[The Way of the Red Dust] Possessing extremely sensitive emotions, one can use this to refine the mind and clarify the will in the red dust in order to comprehend the principles of heaven.
Of course, [Red Dust Dao] also has many functions, which depends on Qin Yangming to slowly discover.
At this time, Qin Yangming was furious and his brows were twisted into a shape of a "川" (river).
What kind of bastard?! If you don't want to mate with those ugly creatures, you are called a bastard?
What nobility? It's nothing but a fig leaf used by those despicable people to cover themselves up!
The more Qin Yangming thought about it, the angrier he became. His long hair, which had been tied into a bun, fell down. The crystal-clear hair hung in front of his eyes, covering his angry eyes.
"young people……"
Grandma's old voice sounded, and she stared at the young man with disheveled hair in a daze, feeling very emotional.
"So similar, so similar..."
Qin Yangming saw his grandmother's expression and felt her excitement. He asked with some doubt:
"What you said is..."
Grandma handed the portrait in her hand to Qin Yangming and said:
"This scroll has been passed down in our family for a long time. Along with the scroll, there is also a prophecy."
"prophecy?"
Not only Qin Yangming, Hong was also curious, because her grandmother had never told her about this matter.
Grandma's cloudy eyes showed a gleam of reminiscence, and she said slowly:
“When a pure human from another world appears as a follower, the dawn of light is about to come.”
"The one who loves you appears, and the dawn has arrived."
Hong looked at Qin Yangming in surprise. Wasn't this referring to him? The human follower summoned during the awakening ceremony.
At this moment, a boy's childish voice suddenly sounded in Qin Yangming's mind.
"Yangming! Is this something from the immortals?"
It was Jingjian, his voice full of surprise.
Qin Yangming immediately asked:
"Fairy?"
Jingjian replied:
"Yes, Immortal! Is this scroll something left by the Immortal?"
Qin Yangming asked:
"Immortal? Are there really immortals?"
Jingjian said:
"Yes, there were indeed immortals at that time!"
"When I first gained spiritual wisdom, immortals were still alive, and fairies in the sky were walking on swords..."
Qin Yangming was so shocked that he could not calm down and remained speechless for a long time.
Jingjian said again:
"The portrait on this scroll was created by immortal magic, and there is residual immortal energy, so it is timeless and can't be eroded by time."
Qin Yangming nodded secretly. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary scroll had such a great origin.
But if it weren’t for Jingjian, he wouldn’t have known.
Afterwards, grandma carefully put the scroll back into the mahogany box.
She cleaned up a small room for Qin Yangming. It was called a room, but she took out the things in the small compartment where sundries were kept and spread hay on it to use as a bed.
Tinghong said that he would follow her to take the Follower Test tomorrow. This Follower Test was to test the strength of the Followers summoned by the Awakener through some tests, so as to grade the Followers.
So Hong, who was tired of crying today, fell asleep. Grandma was an elderly woman, so she also fell asleep early, lying on her side on the bed.
The simple house fell into silence. Qin Yangming, who was sitting cross-legged on the hay in the small compartment, could only hear the old man's slight snoring and the sound of the girl turning over.
He quietly pulled open the rag that was temporarily serving as a curtain over the small window of the cubicle, and saw that the stove in the sky was still burning all night, as if it would never go out.
Looking up from the ground, it really looks like a sun, an eternally burning sun, spreading warmth and light to Egg City and providing the crops with the energy they need to grow.
Qin Yangming gradually felt sleepy, his eyelids drooped, and his consciousness began to become unclear.
His consciousness was gradually submerged in a crimson color, and he dreamed that he seemed to be in a blood-red sea, with a red moon hanging in the sky, and everything he saw was an uncomfortable bright red.
Qin Yangming couldn't help but feel nervous even in his dream. He just walked in the Red Sea, letting the crimson tides that came and went wash over his calves.
It was unknown how long it had been, but Qin Yangming's consciousness had completely lost the sense of time. His spirit was finally no longer tense, but instead relaxed, but his senses also became dull.
His consciousness gradually fell into a state where he was about to fall asleep but didn't, and he seemed to be in dementia.
Gradually, he seemed to hear a low muttering.
The mumbling seemed to have a magical power that made people intoxicated and relaxed. Their consciousness was like a lone boat, at the mercy of others, and they really enjoyed the feeling.
"Give yourself to me..."
As the voice said this, Qin Yangming was enveloped by this intoxicating atmosphere.
"Tell me where you are from..."
the voice asked.
Qin Yangming opened his lips slightly. Controlled by this strange power, he subjectively wanted to answer the question quickly, but objectively he didn't even know where he came from.
His memory is still sealed, and he also wants to know this question.
So Qin Yangming opened and closed his lips several times, but he couldn't utter a word.
The voice saw that Qin Yangming, with his dementia-like eyes, was just moving his lips in a babbling manner and could not come up with an answer, so he couldn't help but repeat the previous question with some annoyance.
"Where are you from?"
The whispering voice sounded again, this time with an even more irresistible tone, and it sounded like a breath of orchid in Qin Yangming's ear.
But Qin Yangming really didn't know the answer to this question.
After waiting for a long time, the voice sounded again, but this time it was obvious that it was annoyed.
"So, who are you?"
Qin Yangming still stood there, his eyes dull, as if he had been completely controlled. This time he opened his lips and uttered a complete sentence:
"I am a Sequencer..."
"hateful!"
The voice finally couldn't help but curse out loud.
What is this? Either you are hesitating for a long time and can't say anything, or you are just talking nonsense.
"So...what's your name?"
He can always answer this question, right?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the heart in Qin Yangming's chest suddenly beat, emitting a hint of golden light.
Qin Yangming's consciousness was as if a basin of cold water was poured on him, and he suddenly woke up.
Qin Yangming quickly realized that he was being controlled by some supernatural power and the person behind him was questioning him.
His mind raced, but he remained calm on the surface. His clear eyes were hidden by his drooping hair, and coupled with his deliberate disguise, he looked no different from his previous dementia appearance.
"My name is... Ming."
"bright?"
The voice repeated, seemingly in deep thought.
At this time, Qin Yangming had already contacted Jingjian and Yunshang.
When encountering this kind of secretive and strange method of interrogating people in dreams, it is better to ask these two spirits who know a lot about the soul.
After all, one can eat other people's shadows, and the other can control others by reflecting their images.
Yun Shang's voice sounded:
"My dear husband, your dream has been invaded..."
Jingjian said:
"Yes, but you have woken up now, and this is in your dream. You have the control over your dream, so the initiative is in your hands now."
Qin Yangming nodded, he closed his eyes and tried to establish a connection with his dream.
This was his first time trying to control his dreams, so the process was very obscure and unfamiliar to him.
However, as he had already been promoted to the [Red Dust Path], his six senses had been greatly enhanced, and he had a talent for such mysterious things as dreams, so Qin Yangming figured out the trick in no time.
Gradually, the red blood moon in the sky was no longer scarlet, but slowly turned into bright silver.
The sea of blood on the ground was no longer eerie, and slowly turned into clear blue water.
In a short period of time, the silver moon was in the sky, and the tides rose and fell, which was so beautiful.
For a moment, a bright moon rose over the sea, and people all over the world shared this moment.
Qin Yangming also quickly captured the consciousness that suddenly appeared in his dream.
That consciousness realized that it had lost control of Qin Yangming's dream and quickly withdrew in panic.
In the cubicle, Qin Yangming, who was sitting cross-legged on the licorice material, suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window.
There, a dark shadow was walking along the wall at a very fast pace.