Chapter 154 Clues
Chapter 154 Clues
Fang Congyi spoke slowly, "Yes, that's indeed the case. That's not him at all. That man is definitely not called A-Ming. Not only does the name not match, but his appearance is completely different. There's no resemblance at all!" These few words flashed through Lu Yan's mind like a dazzling flash of lightning. In an instant, countless thoughts blossomed within him like ignited fireworks. Those seemingly disjointed and independent threads, in that instant, seemed to be skillfully woven together by an invisible hand, interweaving and connecting, ultimately forming a clear and complete picture. This picture unfolded vividly before Lu Yan's eyes, every detail incredibly vivid, allowing him to finally grasp the full picture and the truth.
Lu Yan, on the other hand, echoed with a smile on his face, "Yes! I think so too." As he spoke, his handsome face was filled with sincerity and determination, his eyes as bright as stars were shining, and he nodded repeatedly as he spoke. His movements seemed extremely natural and smooth, without the slightest hint of affectation.
At this moment, Lu Yan's mind was suddenly enlightened, as if the clouds had cleared and the doubts that had troubled him before finally found answers. It was like a traveler lost in the dark suddenly found a lighthouse in front of him, guiding him out of confusion.
His clear, resonant voice, as melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole escaping a valley, seemed to possess a magical power. Every word he uttered seemed to be imbued with fresh life, eager to penetrate people's ears and then take root deeply in their hearts. That beautiful voice seemed to be able to penetrate layers of fog and reach the depths of the soul, making people want to remember this fact forever.
In that lightning-fast moment, Lu Yan felt as if someone had suddenly pressed the play button in his mind. Memories of the past surged out like a tidal wave, automatically replaying the events of that day. The scenes that had happened, one after another, suddenly became so vivid and alive, like a brilliantly produced movie, unfolding before his eyes with unparalleled clarity and without reservation.
It was indeed a day of exceptional tranquility and mystery! The world seemed gently enveloped by a veil as thin as a cicada's wing, a dreamlike, enchanting scene. Warm, soft sunlight, like a gentle hand, carefully filtered through the intertwined leaves, gently streaming down, transforming into dappled, blurry shadows. These, like golden threads, intertwined and entwined, quietly spreading across the ground, naturally forming a magnificent, captivating painting.
When the breeze blows by, the originally quiet light and shadows can't help but sway slightly with the wind. They are graceful, light and agile, as if they are dancing an elegant and moving dance, making people stop and watch.
In the evening, the sun gradually set, and the sky was dyed a colorful orange-red, like a beautiful painting unfolding before people's eyes. At this moment, Lu Yan was resting in the house. Although the doors and windows were tightly closed, the conversations coming from outside were still clearly audible.
All that could be heard were the voices of Yao Yaoyao and Fang Congyi, rising and falling one after another, sometimes as low and gentle as the gurgling of water, sometimes as clear and melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, and sometimes as high and passionate as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley. Their words were filled with endless energy and vigor, as if they were telling one touching and fascinating story after another.
At that moment, the two women stood side by side in front of a small cottage hidden in the quiet forest. Surrounded by trees, a gentle breeze rustled the branches. They chatted quietly, oblivious to the surroundings, occasionally letting out a silvery laugh that instantly brought the quiet woods to life.
A gentle breeze rustled by, like a soft hand caressing the earth. It carried with it the fresh, pleasant aroma of grass and trees, a scent like the first blossoms of spring or the scent of dew-soaked grass on a summer morning. It was refreshing, refreshing, and intoxicating.
However, just as everyone was immersed in this wonderful moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from a corner without any warning, like a ghost. The speed of this shadow was beyond imagination, like a flash of lightning across the night sky, appearing before everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.
It came with such force that it instantly shattered the peace and tranquility of the surroundings. Everything happened so suddenly that the people present didn't even have time to blink or utter a cry of surprise.
He had just stepped out of the house when he froze in place, as if struck by lightning. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, his face filled with disbelief. It was as if time had frozen in that moment. He was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events, his mind blank, and he even forgot how to breathe.
However, reality didn't give him much time to think. Before he could recover from his shock, an extremely powerful and unreasonable force suddenly struck him. This force was like the surging, boundless waves of the ocean, sweeping over him with overwhelming momentum. Its speed and power were astonishing!
Instantly, the force gripped him and the others around him like a gigantic, invisible hand. Its force was so overwhelming that everyone felt like they were being clamped in an iron clamp, pinned to the spot, unable to move an inch. Even the slightest twitch of a finger or the movement of an eye was a luxury.
As that overwhelming, unrivaled force surged like a surging tide, an indescribable fear and despair welled up in everyone present. This force seemed to emanate from the dark abyss of the deepest universe, carrying with it an endless aura of oppression and destruction, leaving no room for resistance.
In the face of this absolute power, any form of resistance and struggle becomes as ridiculous as trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.
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