The feeling of death was so imminent, and his current condition was as uncomfortable as being strangled by someone's throat.

I have just traveled through time and am about to face a dilemma of life and death. What a big joke. Is God going to force me to fight for my life?

He racked his brains and thought.

The five people in the memory, including the real Wen Donglai, all disappeared in this body. It was strange and inexplicable. Wen's mother never knew that her son died three years ago. It was really sad.

It's a pity that I am not qualified to pity others, because I am also in trouble.

They who traveled through the falling body are considered foreign guests, and the flesh and blood from Wendong do not welcome them as guests.

For Wen Donglai's spirit, this flesh and blood is the world of his spiritual consciousness.

Everyone loves life and hates death.

If the first time traveler died in a daze, then the second, third, and the next two must have struggled, and they must have left clues for survival.

Wen Donglai searched ardently among the memory fragments, and his eyes gradually settled on the square table in front of him.

This square table is what the previous time travel seniors focused on.

His eyes were fixed on it, and finally he found a line of small words in an inconspicuous corner, which was rugged and bumpy, as if someone had dug it out with nails.

He read it out softly under the dim moonlight.

"Confucianism offers sacrifices to heaven, and heaven is especially merciful; humans offer sacrifices to heaven, and heaven will kill, kill, kill, kill..."

The bloody word "kill" is shocking to see.

Wen Donglai almost took a breath and read it carefully several times, repeating it again and again.

What's the meaning?

Why is there no content?

A fragment of memory flashed in my mind: "The blood vessels are the palace of blood, the bones are the palace of marrow, the heaven and the earth are the palace of human beings, the old people are the palace of Confucianism, Confucianism resides in the human body, Confucianism entangles people's hearts, and Confucianism surrounds people's lives."

This vast world is the mansion of man, and man is just a guest in heaven and earth. If a man wants to stand between heaven and earth, he must respect heaven and earth and sacrifice his ancestors. This is the true meaning of Confucianism, so man is the mansion of Confucianism.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something strange was standing behind him and watching him.

Can't look behind, can't look behind.

If it was really Confucianism, Confucianism was too terrible, and he would rather break with him completely.

Wen Dong came to remind himself, but his shoulders were shaking violently, and he couldn't fight the curiosity in his heart, so he turned his head behind him.

The image of those time-travelers whose bodies were frozen after turning around flashed in my mind.

There was a layer of phantom on them that was twisted into light flakes by some mysterious force and disappeared completely, leaving only sparse memory fragments that seemed to mock the inevitable fate of those who came after them.

Could it be that it was not Confucianism that appeared, but...

Wen Donglai remembered that there is a "strange force" in this world that is full of mysticism and has not been cracked by Confucianism.

He quickly closed his eyes.

You can't be so evil, how could you have encountered such trouble?

The naked eye produces strange things and the mind cannot see. This is his only choice. The main reason is that he is too scared to look.

A stream of warm air rolled towards his cheek like a tongue covered in mucus, with a strange and scalp-numbing smell, as light as a feather and as if it were nothing. The atmosphere became weird and silky, making him feel all over.

The hair on my hair completely exploded.

‘Weird power’ is so evil!

But Wen Donglai still persisted with a frantic attitude, even if he didn't open his eyes. In fact, he was already beating gongs and drums in his heart, and the beats were getting louder and louder.

Dongdong...dongdong...

If this is Confucianism who lives with others, he will definitely choose Confucianism who never appears and never appears again.

It was now dark and late at night, and he really wished that a scorching light could come down from the sky and shine on him, helping him to get rid of the weirdness that he didn't even dare to take a look at.

He leaned on the square table and kept this stiff movement. After about a long time, the strange aura around him rotated a few times and slowly disappeared.

He took a breath and relaxed the tense muscles in his body.

I actually came back alive.

Suddenly a flash of light like a floating cloud flashed in my mind.

There seemed to be overflowing words in the stream of light, which clearly showed: "Ignore the invasion of strange forces, and the strange forces will unite."

"One question, how are you different from the previous five people?" This question rang out for no reason in my heart: "Three seconds count down, you must answer."

…three…

Wen Donglai racked his brains and broke into a cold sweat.

…two…

He seems to have facial features, but he is so confused and horribly confused.

…one…

Boundless darkness pressed in like black clouds, as if the surrounding oxygen was instantly drained.

Wen Donglai caught a glimpse of the word 'Confucianism' on the table from the corner of his eye, and he was moved in his heart and shouted: "The biggest difference between me and them is that I come from a place where Confucianism is also found. Our place also has Confucianism, yes,

That’s it, this is the biggest difference between me and them…”

He was confident, thinking that maybe he wouldn't have to die.

The surrounding space quickly became quiet.

Correct answer? Could it be that the answer is incorrect, or is this a moment of tranquility before the storm is about to come?

Wen Donglai's face turned bitter, and a darkness appeared in front of his eyes, growing bigger and bigger like cotton wool.

When he wanted to take a closer look, a pale human hand stretched out from the darkness and pulled him in.

He was immediately frightened and fainted.

I don't know how much time passed, but when he woke up, he found himself standing in a square inch of land shrouded in clouds and mist. The surrounding clouds and mist were like ghosts, making him afraid to take a step.

Fear intertwined with doubts, the clouds in front of him dispersed a little, revealing a gray-green color. When he listened carefully, there seemed to be a faint noise coming from the gray-green color.

Wen Donglai took a few steps forward, and then he saw clearly that in front of him was a dilapidated small house. The color was gray and green, like a cold corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Looking closely, he could see the whole picture at a glance, with broken eaves and broken tiles. It was extremely miserable. Only the wooden door was still intact. The two animal-faced copper rings on the wooden door glared angrily and were tied together by an iron lock. He looked carefully and found that this wooden house

There are actually flesh and blood textures, just like the skin has been peeled off and the red flesh is exposed. It shrinks and shrinks between breaths, which is mysterious and strange.

As far as the eye could see, the rest of the shabby house looked like a mass of red flesh that had been dismembered into pieces.

"What the hell is this?"

The fear in Wen Donglai's heart was even worse than before, and his calves began to tremble non-stop.

He wanted to escape, but there was no way to escape. In desperation, he had no choice but to calm down and began to look around, and accidentally discovered something interesting.

He found the word "Confucianism" on the lintel of the house.

The word "Confucianism" is bleeding downwards.

The flow of blood turned out to be centered on the word "Confucianism", scattering upward, downward, left and right, like a bloody sun, more like a hanging pendulum, and the scattered blood flow was the pointer.

"Ru, a broken house... a broken house..." Wen Donglai's heart suddenly jumped, his face collapsed, his pupils bulged, and he said in astonishment: "Could this be Ru... Ru Mansion?"

The whole person became excited as if he had discovered a new continent, and the fear in his heart quickly diminished a bit.

But he was not a heartless kid. His excitement quickly cooled down, and he regained his composure, doubts, and a little bit of fear that couldn't be driven away.

Although he is uneducated and has no skills, he still understands the basic principles of this world.

In Tianru Continent, there is a popular consensus: "Man stands between heaven and earth, heaven and earth are human mansions, and humans are Confucian mansions."

"Does Confucianism really live in the human body? But whose Confucian mansion is this? What exactly is Confucianism and where is he?"

Of course, he would not think that this was his own Confucian mansion. The owner of his body had never sensed the existence of the Confucian scholar who was 'born with him', let alone activated the telepathy between heaven and man, so where did the ruined Confucian mansion come from.

Seeing that the Confucian mansion in front of them is in dilapidated condition, it can be said that the family has only four walls. When ordinary people take a look at it, they will feel a sense of sadness and helplessness.

Wen Donglai suddenly felt that the person who owned this dilapidated Confucian mansion was a cripple who was physically poor and spiritually empty.

No Confucian would live in this shabby house. It must have been abandoned by Confucians long ago.

Although this feeling is more suitable for his current status, how could he admit it?

But everything happens for a reason.
Chapter completed!