Chapter 1312 Two hundred and fifty. Revenge

   The real world is the foundation of all deep worlds.

  In the old days, the Demon Slayer Association believed that this world seemed to stand in a space full of brilliance, the light and shadow cast by the sunlight falling from the sky was hell, and the shadow drawn by the oil lamp behind it was a ghost world.

  Houses burning with flames, crackling bonfires, flickering torches, shaking candles, lingering fireflies, and glowing street lamps pull the shadows solid, huge, narrow, illusory, shaking, and faint.

   And these shadows form one world after another.

   They are born from the foundation, and they do not belong to the foundation.

   But with the advent of weird times, the curtain of reality has become weak, and the deep world that frequently appears makes the statement of the reflection world no longer accurate—

  The current world is like the ocean, and the reality and the deep world correspond to the surface and seawater.

  Unknown worlds are surging at every depth, they will rise to the surface with the current, and they will sink to the bottom of the ocean. They are independent of each other, but also intermingle and influence each other.

   And the deeper you go, the more you don’t know.

  Those who are weak in spirit can see the inner world through the world curtain, just like peeping underwater from the sea surface.

  Before entering the world of the merchant, Lu Li leaned towards the reflection theory of the Demon Slayer Association, because the world in the ghost is almost a reflection of reality, and when the reality changes, the world in the ghost is the same, just like the shadow of a person.

   But when entering the world of merchants, Lu Li felt rejected and resisted. As if falling into the ocean, the salty sea water lifted him to the surface, and the icy sea water soaked through his skin and clothes, blocking the perception of the outside world.

   For this deep world, Lu Li is an invader who does not belong here.

  The ever-present sense of pushing continued, only the pencil sketch-like haze slowly disappeared in front of the eyes, and a village built on the rolling plains emerged.

   Low-lying huts, woven of withered hay, as opposed to strong, are scattered across the plain, without rules, many of which appear to have fallen into disrepair, except for a few huts near open warehouses where goods are piled up.

Eyeball grasses are planted on the periphery of the thatched cottage community, and the terrifying fruit like eyeballs swaying in the breeze. The edge of the eyeball sea is adjacent to a lake and a low hill. The river is divided into two, and in front of it are a few broken islands that can only build a few thatched huts, and the remaining hay is scattered.

   On the lake a little further away, half an island shrouded in mist loomed, separated from the grass hut community at the foot, and a mist-like cloud shrouded the sky similar to reality.

  It is worth noting that the breath of humanity did not bring life to the merchant world. There is no plant growth, and the eye grass is not flourishing.

   Then Lu Li suddenly realized that this is the projection of the world.

  The low hill is the back crest of the world, the river that separates the two islands is the strait, the island on the other side is the main volume continent, the broken island is the Lennon Islands, and in the distance almost engulfed by the fog is the farmland that has become a strange paradise.

   The fog that surrounds the island is a world beyond the known.

  Lili looked at his feet – these islands are the projection of the real world.

  Two merchants were busy transporting between the warehouses and thatched huts representing the main scroll continent and the Ellen Peninsula. For them, the journey from the main volume continent to the Badlands is just a river wading.

   What he saw made Lu Li lean towards the reflection theory again—the merchant world is one of the smallest reflections.

   Looking at the “lake” in the distance, the fog blocked the view.

   “Have you explored this place? For example, over the hills.” Lu Li asked the businessman.

“No.”

“why?”

“no need.”

   For merchants attached to humans, their range of activities depends on the exorcist. If exorcists have not explored the outside world, neither have they.

   “Can I go and have a look?”

  Lu Li wanted to know what would look like behind the Back Crest Mountains in the merchant world watching onlookers.

  The merchant agreed to him, followed through the thatched hut, and stepped onto the low hill that was only a few meters low.

  A fog blocked Lu Li’s sight.

   Lu Li stretched out his palm, but stopped at the edge of the fog.

  The merchants stood by quietly like guards.

“Let’s go.”

  Lu Li retracted his palm and gave up exploring the world in the mist:

   “The land dwellers are today’s protagonists.”

   followed the merchant to the back of a thatched hut, where an eyeball fruit lay.

  Eyes from the inner world exist both in the merchant world and in reality. As the businessman picked up his eyeballs, a swirling Mohu scene emerged, pulling the surrounding Lu Li and the businessman.

  Lu Li stayed in the merchant world, and only merchants stepped into it. It will return to reality first, confirm around the eyeballs, and ensure that Lu Li’s plan will not be useless.

   The scene of the rippling Mohu reveals what happened in reality: the merchant appeared in the underground cave, picked up the eyeball hidden in the crevice of the rock, was caught by two people who were waiting in ambush, and greedily stretched out to the merchant’s backpack—

   An illusory palm like a moonlight clasped that claw.

   With the emergence of palms, moss-like green lichens swelled in the cave, and the earth dwellers could not understand where these plants and breaths came from, until shimmering silhouettes emerged completely from the shadows.

   “The Exorcist…”

  Before the distorted, mad, and irrational ugly face let out more babble, another pair of illusory and pale palms took out the organs from its chest.

   The twisted green plants entangle and wriggle, turning this place into a cave in the depths of the virgin forest.

   “Hide back to the inner world.”

  Lu Li told the businessman that he had heard the terrifying screams of greed raging and gathering in the caves. In addition to the weirdness, there were also shadowy silhouettes of people from the depths.

  The roots and vines spread wildly, and the land dwellers in the distance realized that they could not get near here at all – the fast-growing green snakes blocked them, and the miners’ felling could only prevent them from being cut off by plants and ingest nutrients.

   Lu Li suddenly realized: Maybe human nature itself represents a neglected force – life itself.

   An ominous yellow halo suddenly erupted in the cave, and the earth dwellers and the plants twitched and withered at the same time, falling down with rustling.

   The only surviving earth dweller elder held a dim yellow crystal and greedily stared at the revealed soul: “I found you… Lu Li.”

   “Your enemy is not me anymore.”

   Hearing the screams echoing deep in the cave, Lu Li stretched out his palm and placed it on a dead sapling like a coronation.

  10,000 copies of humanity are injected into it.

   The overflowing human breath turned Luli’s surroundings into green space again, and the saplings in front of him suddenly propped up the rock wall, expanding and surging to block the outline.

   The last thing the desperate earth dweller elder saw was a pair of calm black eyes.