"Black madman,Black madman..."

In the darkness, a sound echoed and came from afar. From blur to clarity, calling Yun Ting, as if he was going to immerse him in the darkness.

Darkness, the darkness around him, I don’t know how long it was immersed in this darkness, how long it took the sound to echo, and Yun Ting gradually became aware. Yes, he realized that someone was calling him, opened his eyes, and saw the deep darkness in the distance.

"Where is this?" Yun Ting stretched out his hand, his palm was immersed in the darkness. After several grasps, he could feel the ink-like softness of darkness in his palm.

Taking a gentle step, Yun Ting stepped out, but didn't know where he landed. It seemed like a thousand miles in a flash, and it seemed to stop in place. He could not feel the existence of time, space, and distance. In such darkness, he was extremely cold and lonely. After staying for a long time, the darkness finally swallowed him up. Suddenly, Yun Ting's mind was in chaos, looking in front of him, motionless for a long time.

"Yun Fukuai..."

He was confused again for a long time. When the calling sound came again, Yun Ting suddenly shuddered. He suddenly realized where he was now. It was a dream, it was in a dream! Only in a dream there was such a deep darkness, and only in a dream there was no time, space and distance.

But this dream is too strange. Some people realize that they are dreaming, the dream will be broken and people will wake up. But Yun Ting did not. He still stayed in the dream, and the dream is still empty, with only darkness and only darkness around him.

Yun Ting was extremely confused. If he remembered correctly, before entering the dream, he was still talking to the toad that ate the phoenix and Lin Banshan. Why did he fall asleep the next moment? This was really strange, which made Yun Ting puzzled and was still in this state of having consciousness and being able to move freely in the dream, just like being in another world.

"Black Crazy, Bomb Crazy." The sound of calling came again, with a hint of fatigue and aging in the voice, but Yun Ting felt so familiar.

Turning his head suddenly, Yun Ting looked for the direction of the sound and made great strides forward. Anyway, he knew that he was in a dream, and he had no fear in his heart. Only by looking for the sound and finding the source can he know the reason.

Walking. Yun Ting walked all the way, I don’t know how long he had walked, and I couldn’t feel tired. The sound was always with Yun Ting’s left and right, echoing next to his ears. Finally, Yun Ting saw a little light ahead. As he approached, the light became more and more powerful and expanded until the darkness behind Yun Ting was completely dispersed, leaving him in the light.

It was snow-white, and Yun Ting's eyes could not see anything. The brightest light in his vision was pricked, which made his eyes blink. When he opened it again, the white light became much softer. At the end of his vision, a slightly hunched back appeared, but still standing strong.

The back turned around, and in front of Yun Ting was an extremely familiar middle-aged man who had become unfamiliar now. His face was old, and his black hair was covered with silver threads, scattered on the golden Taoist robe, looking extremely dazzling.

"Mr. Xuanling!" Yun Ting looked at Zhang Jiao and called out softly.

He didn't expect that Zhang Jiao was the one who appeared in his dream, and that was so haggard. This was the same as when the Yellow Turban Army reached the end in the game in his previous life. At that time, Zhang Jiao's face was so tired and haggard.

Perhaps each of the silver threads mixed in the black hair is a proof of Zhangjiao's efforts for the Yellow Turban Army, and it also represents the passage of every thread of his vitality! He is not old yet, but it seems that he has reached the end of his life.

"Qi Kuang, long time no see. Cough cough..." Zhang Jiao smiled and greeted Yun Ting with a violent cough.

"Yes, long time no see." Yun Ting sighed, feeling sad. Zhang Jiao was also in his prime, saying that the sky was dead and Huang Tian was so energetic when he was standing. But now, it has become a sunny mountain.

"Is it very sudden?" Zhang Jiao asked. He still smiled when he saw Yun Ting's expression.

He knew his own body and didn't feel anything to regret, because regret had no effect. People are always a bit stubborn. Zhang Jiao's stubbornness is that he never retreats until death. He wanted to see Huang Tian's establishment, to make all the people have enough food and clothing, so that they no longer have to leave their hometowns, and this will not change until death.

Perhaps even if you die, dying on this road ahead is still a happy enough time?

"Don't be sad." Zhang Jiao said.

"There is nothing to be sad. I am not an immortal, not those immortals who are transcendent from the world, but just a fool. Fools cannot let go, will not let go, or are stupid, but they are happy."

"A man will die after all." He sighed, approached Yun Ting, and walked slowly step by step. He walked very slowly. He originally had no wind in his dream, but the breeze brought about gently caressed while he was walking.

"A person will die after all, but knowing why is dying, and dying without knowing anything is very different. There will be unwillingness, but unwillingness is not that important. What is important is that I do it and do it according to my own heart. This is enough."

Zhang Jiao was smiling, his smile was very bright. There was no season in the dream, but with his smile, colorful flowers appeared along the way he walked through. Various flowers bloomed, with charming fragrance, and when they stretched out, revealing the most gorgeous and charming moment.

The summer flowers are shining.

"I'm waiting for you in Julu." Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a wisp of blood flowed along the corner of his mouth to his chin, and then dripped downwards on the flowers.

The redness makes the flowers more beautiful.

Finally, Zhang Jiao walked to Yun Ting and looked at him. Under Yun Ting's gaze, he stretched out his hand and gently tapped Yun Ting's forehead with his index finger.

"Boom!" A roar came from Yun Ting's mind, and in an instant, a sound of something broken echoed in his ears.

"The player's escape technique (residual) increases the distance by two meters."

"Players understand, Tianzun Technique (remember). This skill can teleport players and others to various parts of China. You need to establish a Tao mark in various places before you can quickly teleport. The teleportation waiting time is three minutes, which is inoperable within this time. It consumes 50% of the player's mental power."

The two prompts from the system came late. Yun Ting looked at Zhang Jiao in surprise, but found that his eyes were extremely deep, and the rotating black pupils sucked him in an instant.

The dream is broken instantly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!