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As the place of law, the spirit of law, or the incarnation of the law of distortion.

Under normal circumstances, Blackwater Town should be quiet and peaceful.

But there is one exception.

That means there are unwelcome intruders.

Zhang Heng leaned on a cane and stepped on the black mud step by step.

This is the outskirts of Heishui Town. Unlike semi-modern towns, the layout here is very simple.

The small courtyards are connected to each other and appear to be independent, but in fact they are a whole.

And in the deepest part of these connected courtyards is a manor hidden under the deep woods.

Wow.

A strong wind blew in the forest.

The wind made the leaves rustle.

Zhang Heng looked around.

On the body of every tree is an old man's face.

On the leaves were the faces of young men and women. They looked at Zhang Heng in horror, as if they were disturbed by him.

"You stay."

Walk through the woods.

Zhang Heng stopped and said to Yang Nuonuo without looking back.

Yang Nuonuo didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she could only answer obediently: "Yes, senior."

Crunch...

Zhang Heng strode forward.

When you walk to the gate of the manor, the gate of the manor opens automatically.

Enter the eyes.

There was an old couple sitting in the manor.

The old man was lying on the rocking chair, playing with a pair of fitness balls in his hands.

The old woman stood aside, humming weird nursery rhymes, as if coaxing the dead baby in her hands to sleep.

See this scene.

Zhang Heng smiled.

But just when he was about to step into the manor, a strange scene happened.

"Um?"

Take one step forward.

Zhang Heng found that he was back in the woods again, and Yang Nuonuo was standing in front, looking at him inexplicably.

As if to say: "Senior, why did you run behind me?"

"Space transfer!"

Zhang Heng nodded lightly: "It's interesting, but you still underestimated me."

The right hand waved forward.

Butterflies began to fly around Zhang Heng.

This is of course not an ordinary butterfly, but a butterfly of time and space.

do not forget.

Zhang Heng once learned the space gauze technique from Liu Shen.

So it's not that Zhang Heng doesn't understand the way of space at all, it's just that compared to his immersion in time, he really has no skills in space.

But even so.

Spread your right hand and use the butterfly of time and space to stabilize yourself. It is enough not to be affected by the old lady's space transfer.

"What's this?"

Yang Nuonuo's eyes widened.

Under her gaze, Zhang Heng walked forward on crutches, stepping on the leaves.

With every step he took, countless butterflies would rise around him. These butterflies would fly around him, which was both beautiful and spectacular.

"Ahem..."

In one step.

The space around Zhang Heng shook, as if it was real but not real.

But when this distortion ended, Zhang Heng was not teleported away like the first time, but took that step and stood in the manor.

"Cough cough cough..."

The rocking chair rocked gently.

But the old man lying on it disappeared without a trace.

"interesting."

"Time and space are one entity, just like yin and yang. The laws of space are here, so how can we lose time?"

Zhang Heng's eyes moved back: "It's true that the flowers planted with intention do not bloom, but the willows with unintentional planting create shade."

Enter the eyes.

To his left, standing was a skinny old man surrounded by the river of time.

Ahem...

The old man coughed softly and put his hand on Zhang Heng's arm.

The next second.

The surrounding buildings began to become mottled and dilapidated, as if they were undergoing the baptism of time.

"hey-hey."

Zhang Heng smiled happily: "Time washes away!"

Hold it with your backhand.

Instead of breaking away from the old man, Zhang Heng took the initiative to reach out and hold the old man's arm.

Later.

The courtyard that had become old and dilapidated began to turn around again, and in a few breaths, it actually became completely new.

Ahem...

The old man's cough became more and more painful.

Centered on the two of them, there was a faint sound of rushing water.

This is of course not the real sound of water flowing.

Rather, the river of time is looming, constantly colliding and converging.

In this contest.

The old man becomes old for a while and young for a while.

The image is repeated repeatedly in five forms: child, teenager, youth, middle-aged, and old.

The smile on Zhang Heng's face grew stronger.

As he smiled, the old man's time was gradually moved forward, and he was fixed on the image of a middle-aged man.

Then there was another change, and he was visibly rejuvenated and became a young man.

This is not over yet.

The image of the old man began to change into three forms: child, teenager, and young man.

They have lost the appearance of middle-aged and elderly people.

What's more.

The child at the beginning was a child of seven or eight years old.

The images of children appearing now are only three or four years old at most.

Time is flowing backwards.

The original existence was gradually denied.
To be continued...