"Bang!"

Wuqi was furious when he saw this person. He raised his hand without hesitation and waved it. After a powerful shock wave roared out. The moment it landed on the man, it directly smashed the man into pieces in a loud bang.

The next moment, the space around Wuqi became unstable, "KaKa...KaKa" space cracks began to appear slowly, one after another, connecting each other, spreading wildly to the surroundings. When all the space cracks were crisscrossed and connected into one piece, a loud "boom!" suddenly echoed, and the entire space collapsed.

Wuqi's eyes turned dark and he lost consciousness in an instant, as if he was in a coma, without any feeling. When he woke up again, he saw a completely different picture again.

There is no familiar hell around, and no familiar friends. There is only a home that is more familiar than these. Yes, the picture that Wuqi sees at this moment is his home, the home that he has lived in for more than ten years before it was destroyed, the familiar Wushan, the familiar mountain path, the familiar water and the familiar room.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a crisp sound sounded, and a sharp pain suddenly came from the head. Wuqi subconsciously touched his head and noticed that a small bulge was bulging on it. Only then did he know why it hurt so much that it turned out that something was hit on his head.

But who hit me? And what hit me?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi looked up in confusion and looked forward. It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but when he looked, he was stunned and glared at him, and he could not believe his eyes.

Because, just as he looked up, he saw a figure that made him cry, the master Wolson who loved him like a father. Wolson was still the same as he remembered, with familiar hairstyles, familiar eyes, and familiar voices. He was just a little rare and stern about himself now.

"You little bastard, are you thinking about something again? Master, haven't you taught you just now? If you want to learn witchcraft, you must be distracted. You must concentrate. Your eyes were obviously distracted just now. How many times did I have to say it to understand?" Wolson said sternly.

This reprimand made Wuqi stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what was going on so far, he didn't believe that Walson in front of him was his real master. Because his memory is still very normal now, even if the person in front of him looks like Walson, he still retains all the memories of himself and Walson in his memory.

Therefore, when he heard the other party's reprimand, Wuqi not only did not agree or object, but instead shook his head and smiled, showing an extremely complicated smile.

Because now his mood is so complicated. He hopes that the scene in front of him is real, but reason tells himself that this is absolutely impossible. His memories for so long have been completely preserved in his soul, which means that the person in front of him cannot be real. It is just his own illusion.

It was precisely because he realized this that Wu Qicai smiled with a complicated expression, which was both happy and happy, because he saw his family he cared about with the help of hallucinations, and bitter elements contained in it.

However, no matter what mood he was, Wuqi always believed that he was still in hallucination. However, at this moment, just when he believed that he must be still in hallucination, an unexpected scene happened.

I saw Wolson narrow his eyes and glance at himself carefully. His eyes instantly showed a thoughtful look. After a moment of silence, he shook his head at him without any warning and smiled mysteriously.

Wuqi didn't care about these things at all. Since it was an illusion, he felt that he didn't need to care about the meaningless expressions of these characters in his illusion. But it was his negligence that made him misjudgment in judgment for a long time.

At this moment, Wolson smiled silently, suddenly raised his hand and knocked Wuqi hard on his head. As the sound of "pop!" echoed, a violent sting immediately poured into the senses of the whole body like a roar of mountains and seas, causing Wuqi to burst into tears and snot to burst out, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Ouch! It hurts... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts..."

Then, Wolson looked at Wuqi who was holding his head with his hands and cried endlessly, and said proudly: "Does it hurt? Just know it hurts. Little bastard, do you know why I want to hit you, Master?"

Wuqi shook his head. He didn't want to respond at first, but he really couldn't figure out the reason, nor did he understand why he had such strong pain even though he was an hallucination. So he subconsciously cooperated and responded silently.

Seeing this, Wolson laughed and showed his yellowed teeth, explaining: "Because you little bastard is thinking about it again. Do you think this is an hallucination? Who told you?

Don't deceive Master. Master, I am a famous wizard. Although my strength is only at the master level and it is still quite different from the powerful people in the Holy Realm, it is still more than enough to see through your thoughts. Let the master see why you were thinking randomly just now."

After saying this, Wolson recited a long list of obscure spells, and in the process, his hand was not idle. His wide left hand gently raised and fell directly on Wuqi's head, as if he was sensing something strange. His whole body seemed very mysterious, making people unable to understand what he was going to do.

Wuqi was also very puzzled. Since it was already an illusion, what did this fake Wolson want to do?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but feel curious and confused in his heart, and he carefully observed Wolson.

Wolson did not make any incredible and strange moves. He just simply pressed his hand on his head. The only thing that was incredible was his eyeball. He was obviously closed, but he was not still, but moving constantly, his speed was getting faster and faster and more exaggerated, like a person having a nightmare, which looked particularly weird.

But this was not the weirdest thing. After a moment, Wolson became even more weird. A fire suddenly burst out from his head, but it was not a red flame, but a green flame. It really scared Wuqi. What was the other party doing?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi's heart beat, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but this emotion did not last long. Because, after a moment, Wolson withdrew his palm and opened his eyes, and the blue flame above his head disappeared strangely.

However, when the strangeness on Wolson disappeared, the words he said next made Wuqi's heart shock and completely stunned.

I heard Wolson smile proudly and said, "So that's it. So that's it! Little bastard, you are so imaginative! Do you know what your teacher saw in your memory just now?"

"What?" Wuqi replied subconsciously.

"Your imagination. I think you were just distracted just now and just thinking about something that children would think of. I didn't expect that you had such a strong imagination. I thought about the future, thought about decades, or even hundreds of years later.

Moreover, these imaginations are not only rough, you think of many details. Such imagination is really admirable to the master. I didn’t expect that you would have such imagination at such a young age. Not being a wizard would be a genius! Hahahahaha!”

Imagination?

Wuqi shook his head and smiled disagreeably. He didn't think these things were fake at all. With previous experience, he felt that no matter how persuasive what Walson said was, he shouldn't believe it, because all this was fake. But is this true? Wuqi didn't listen to Walson continue to say it, but the longer he listened, the more confused he became.

The reason is simple, Wolson told Wuqi another possibility in his own way.

What if all this is true? What if all my experiences from leaving Wushan to growing up, getting married, having children, and venturing with friends are just my imagination?

With this in mind, Wuqi's heart fell into deep confusion for the first time. Because he could not deny the possibility that Wolson mentioned.

"How is it? Little guy? Do you want to say anything else? I have told you many times that all the experiences you mentioned just now, including your current memory, are actually just the imagination in your mind when you were distracted just now. The reason why you still remember them so far is because your memory is amazing, and your imagination is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Maybe this is another talent that Ancient Scrolls bring to you.”

"Impossible. This is absolutely impossible! If what you said is true, then what evidence do you have?" Wuqi explained in disagreement.

"Evidence?" Wolson shook his head and asked without answering, "Then do you have evidence to prove that the experiences in your memory are real? Little guy, look at how old you are now! How could you go through those things?"

Hearing this, Wuqi had to refute without saying a word, but he subconsciously glanced at his hands and then his legs, but his heart was instantly as if he had been hit by a bolt from the blue and was hit a lot.

However, Wuqi still didn't believe what he saw. He glanced around and found that there was a water tank filled with water not far away. He ran towards the tank without looking back.

When he climbed into the water tank and looked at himself in the water tank carefully, he was stunned and his eyes were stunned. Wuqi was stunned for a long time and could not say a word. Because, at this moment, he saw a familiar and somewhat strange person from the reflection of the whole tank of water.
Chapter completed!