I couldn't control my chaotic mood.

Because I saw the signature on the oil painting on the wall, it was shallow and sloppy, but after seeing the sign on the hospital bed, I corresponded it.

Zhuge Wen, the old man is called Zhuge Wen, and the signature on the painting is the word Zhuge.

He may just be a painter, he just created those paintings and painted beautiful works.

Just like the essence of "game", it is just entertainment works created by companies, planning and programmers. They will not want to use games to kill people.

Zhuge Wen may be unintentional and innocent.

But his works have indeed become monsters.

I was at a loss for a moment.

Zhuge Wen's vital signs are getting weaker.

Even if I don’t understand medicine and see that the index symbolizing heartbeat and blood pressure is completely lower than that of a normal person, I can still judge that Zhuge Wen’s body is having problems.

Didi...

The machine knew Zhuge Wen better than me and issued an alarm.

The bird monster sitting by the bed stood up and panicked.

Is Zhuge Wen going to die?

He is about to die, will these monsters disappear directly or continue to exist?

I was thinking a lot and couldn't make a decision.

Zhuge Wen, Chu Run, Xiao Tianci, and Lu Manning are different. He is still a living person, he may be an innocent living person...

The bird monster made a shrill cry.

The doctor and nurse rushed in, as if they could not see the bird monster, so they focused on rescuing Zhuge Wen.

I felt a sudden yin energy.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Zhuge Wen's ghost sitting up. He got out of the **, sat up, got out of bed, and walked through the doctor and nurse.

My heart tightened.

The bird monster seemed to have also seen Zhuge Wen's ghost and hurriedly wanted to block his way.

Zhuge Wen looked dull, avoided the bird monster and continued to walk out. When the bird monster stopped him again, he was just like Ai in the computer game, silly circled in a circle.

The bird monster stretched out his feathered hand to push Zhuge Wen, trying to push him back into his body.

Zhuge Wen's ghost suddenly became transparent.

And as time goes by, he becomes more and more transparent.

The bird monster withdrew its hand, looking at Zhuge Wen in panic like a poor little animal.

Without stopping, Zhuge Wen bypassed the bird monster and continued to move forward.

I remembered the videos in Qingye’s archives and Director Zhou.

Zhuge Wen at this moment is like a ghost who is going to report to the underworld after his normal death.

There is no ghost messenger to lead the way, but Zhuge Wen should have to go to the underworld to report, and then...

reincarnation!

The reincarnation mentioned by Xuan Qing Zhenren!

“…The current time is 11:38 on January 24, 2023…”

The doctor and nurse stopped the rescue operation and were about to declare Zhuge Wen's death.

At 11 noon on January 24, 2023, the day when I entered my dream, Xuan Qing Zhenren entered the hotel and wanted to destroy the formation more than ten minutes ago.

I suddenly looked at Zhuge Wen who was walking out.

reincarnation!

Zhuge Wen died at this time and was reincarnated soon. So, Xuan Qing had no choice! He could not fulfill the requirements of those bird monsters, and he could not find Zhuge Wen's ghost!

If I miss this opportunity, can I dream of Zhuge Wen again and change the dilemma of reality? No matter how bad I am, at least, I will let Zhuge Wen live for a while, and live forever before Xuan Qing, and solve the porcelain bowl...

After gritting my teeth, I put aside many thoughts and rushed towards Zhuge Wen.

My hands grabbed Zhuge Wen's body, and was about to reverse his time, the sound of eagle cries sounded from behind me.

I was shocked and turned around and saw the bird monster pounced over fiercely.

Discovered!

I was shocked.

It moves too fast, and I don't have time to hide!

Just as the bird's beak was about to penetrate my body, I felt the surrounding scenery change again.

The fresh wind, the warm sunshine, and the birds singing are pleasant and pleasant, no longer the kind of murderous sound.

I saw the woods and the birds flying out of the woods.

There are several wooden shelves in the open space in front of them, with feeding troughs for feeding birds inserted. The birds fall on the shelves and peck at the feed. Their body shapes and appearances are different, and they are not of the same type of birds.

Some of them were very brave and flew directly to me, stopped on my lap, rubbing against my clothes.

One hand stroked the bird's head, and the bird made a chirping sound very comfortable.

The hand was old, wrinkled, ugly blue veins, and some deformed knuckles.

I realized that it was not my hands, nor my body.

I floated up and saw Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen was wearing work clothes, and his wide jeans were worn out with white edges. He sat on a rocking chair, teasing the birds, with a kind and gentle face, which was completely different from the dying old man I had seen before.

Behind him is a small wooden house, which looks a bit old, not big, and has a very ordinary shape, unlike a beautifully decorated vacation villa.

The screams of birds of prey came from behind the house.

The birds flew up in shock and fled in all directions.

Zhuge Wen saw the birds flying away, then slowly stood up and entered the cabin.

I followed me and saw a room of oil paintings. These paintings were piled on the ground and were not framed. The content of the painting, except for the quiet scene, was the back of the girl in the painting. The girl wearing different clothes always turned her back to the picture without showing her face.

Zhuge Wen walked through the living room, entered the kitchen at the back, and went out through the back door.

Behind the cabin is a large yard with wooden stands installed, and rabbits and chickens and ducks are also raised.

The eagle's screams made these little animals feel anxious and hid in their nests.

Zhuge Wen bent down and pulled out the jumping white rabbit from a rabbit's nest.

A black shadow fell in the sky, just on the wooden shelf. It was an eagle, full of energy, revealing a strong aura.

Zhuge Wen smiled and threw the rabbit in his hand to the eagle.

The rabbit twisted its body in the air, and before it could land, it was caught by the eagle that swept past. The eagle claws pierced into the rabbit's body, and blood beads spread all over the floor.

The eagle landed on the ground, stepped on the struggling rabbit, pecked the rabbit's flesh with its sharp beak, and feasted.

Zhuge Wen looked at him with a smile, as if he was watching his little grandson eat with relish. He stood for a while and sat down on a recliner in the yard, looked at the eagles, and then at the sky and trees.

After the eagle finished eating a whole rabbit, flapped its wings and landed on the armrest of the recliner, Zhuge Wen reached out and touched the eagle's head, just like he was stroking the delicate and cute little bird just now.

"Little bird...little lark..." Zhuge Wen murmured to himself.

Hawkeye looked at Zhuge Wen, as if listening to his words.

I looked around and didn't see the bird monster and the bird-faced girl. At this time, have those things not appeared yet? Should it be now... I looked at Zhuge Wen hesitantly.

The scenery in the field of view seems to be covered with a layer of veil, or like the water surface blown by the breeze.

After a few seconds, everything returned to clarity.

I stood indoors again, with a drawing board standing in front of me.

A wide and powerful hand holds a paintbrush and paints it on the canvas.

I moved my body and saw the young Zhuge Wen, who was in his thirties or forties, but the expression between his eyebrows and eyes was more morbid and stubborn than the old him.

There are also many completed paintings around, but not quiet scenes and girl’s back, but the outline of a girl, with only outlines and no face.

"Ahhh!" Zhuge Wen suddenly threw away the brush in his hand and pushed the painting board to the ground.
Chapter completed!