Heroes of Troubled Times: Chronicles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms

A cunning light flashed in the phantom magician's eyes, and suddenly, he disappeared from where he was.

Phantom... As soon as Zhu Wen's voice fell, he felt a chill coming from behind.

He turned around suddenly, only to see a blurry phantom hanging behind him. Then, an invisible hand suddenly grabbed his neck.

Zhu Wen struggled hard, but couldn't get rid of the invisible restraint, and saw that he was about to suffocate.

Zhu Wen, do you think you can defeat me? The game has just begun! The Phantom Juggler sneered.

A firm light flashed in Zhu Wen's eyes, and he shouted with his last breath: Wise old man, help me!

At that moment, a golden light illuminated the entire room, and the wise old man appeared next to Zhu Wen again.

Don't worry, young man, I'm here to help you solve your problem! said the wise old man, pointing his finger at the Phantom Juggler.

The phantom magician looked at the wise old man in horror. His body gradually solidified and finally disappeared without a trace.

Zhu Wen breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground, feeling the breath of life.

The wise old man rushed over to help Zhu Wen and asked with concern: Are you okay?

Zhu Wen forced a smile, with a hint of gratitude on his lips: Thank you for saving me, wise old man.

At the same time that the wise old man disappeared, Zhu Dali and Huang Biao opened the door and walked in. They couldn't help but feel puzzled when they saw Zhu Wen standing alone in the room, talking to the air.

Zhu Wen, what's wrong with you? Why is a man here talking to nothing? Zhu Dali asked curiously.

Huang Biao also came over and narrowed his eyes in confusion: Do you have a cold? Why the nonsense?

Zhu Wen heard their voices and stopped talking. He realized that his situation might be misunderstood.

Oh, Zhu Dali and Huang Biao, you are here. No, I don't have a cold, and I'm not talking nonsense. There was a wise old man here just now and we were talking about some things. But now he has disappeared. Zhu Wen explained hurriedly.

Zhu Dali and Huang Biao looked at each other, then smiled at each other.

Haha, wise old man? Zhu Wen, are you playing too high? Zhu Dali smiled and patted Zhu Wen on the shoulder.

Huang Biao also laughed and said: That's right, Zhu Wen, are you mistaken? How could the wise old man be here?

Zhu Wen smiled awkwardly, understanding that his words did sound a bit bizarre.

No, I promise, there was really a wise old man here just now, and he told me a story of suspense and reasoning. But he suddenly disappeared and I don't know why. Zhu Wen explained helplessly.

Zhu Dali and Huang Biao looked at Zhu Wen's serious expression and couldn't help but become serious. They began to wonder if something special was going on.

Maybe we should investigate and see if anyone else has been in or out of this room, or if anyone else has seen the wise old man. Zhu Dali suggested.

Huang Biao nodded in agreement: Yes, the situation Zhu Wen described is a bit strange. We should figure out what happened.

So Zhu Dali, Huang Biao and Zhu Wen launched an investigation together. They approached the room administrator and asked if anyone had been in or out of the room.

The administrator thought for a while, and then recalled some information: Ah, by the way, a mysterious old man came here. He said he wanted to meet a man named Zhu Wen, but he only stayed here for a few minutes and then left.

When Zhu Wen heard the news, he felt surprised. Could it be that a wise old man really came and looked for me?

Administrator, do you still remember the appearance of that mysterious old man? Zhu Wen asked hurriedly.

The administrator shook his head: I'm sorry, I didn't pay special attention to his appearance, because he was just a strange visitor.

Zhu Dali said hesitantly: It seems that we can only rely on Zhu Wen's own memory to try to reconstruct the face of the wise old man.

Huang Biao sighed with regret: Unfortunately, we have no clues and don't know where to start.

Zhu Wen pondered for a moment, and then suddenly had an idea.

Wait, maybe his voice heard in the story can help us! Zhu Wen said excitedly.

He recalled the wise old man's voice and manner of speaking, and began to imitate them, retelling their conversation verbatim.

Zhu Dali and Huang Biao listened quietly, gradually falling into the scene created by the mysterious and wise old man, trying hard to imagine his face.

Suddenly, Zhu Dali's eyes lit up, he pointed at Zhu Wen and said excitedly: I remember! That wise old man looks a bit like our teacher when we were studying, do you remember?

Huang Biao also recalled the teacher's appearance: Yes, yes! He has sharp eyes and seems to have more wrinkles than his actual age, but he always has that wise smile!

Zhu Wen was shocked when he heard his friends' descriptions. Their memories coincided with his own impressions.

Yes, it's him! The wise old man is our teacher. He disappeared, but left wisdom and stories to guide us. Zhu Wen sighed.

Zhu Dali and Huang Biao also showed emotional expressions. They realized that although the wise old man disappeared, the marks and teachings he left will always accompany them moving forward.

Zhu Dali and Huang Biao were sitting in Zhu Wen's study. , silent. The disappearance of the wise old man made them feel extremely lost and emotional.

Huang Biao, can you believe it? We had had such intimate conversations with the wise old man, and now he had disappeared so suddenly. The wisdom and teachings he left us will always be with us as we move forward, but I still can't get over the regret of losing him. Zhu Dali whispered.

Huang Biao nodded, his eyes showing respect and longing for the wise old man.

Yes, Zhu Dali, he is a beam of light in our lives. Although he has left us, his presence and teachings will always exist in our hearts. We must continue to move forward, inherit his wisdom, and continue to grow and improve. Huang Biao said affectionately.

Just as Zhu Dali and Huang Biao were comforting each other, Zhu Wen suddenly became focused, as if he remembered something important.

By the way, I just thought that Huang Ying might know a way to cure Zhou Hui's amnesia! But I don’t know where she is now or which prison in Zhang Zongchang she is being held in. Zhu Wen said anxiously.

At this time, medical officer Bian Yong pushed the door open and came in. He noticed Zhu Wen's anxious expression and asked curiously: What's wrong, Zhu Wen? Is there something that makes you so anxious?

Zhu Wen looked at the medical officer and suddenly thought that he might be an opportunity to seek clues.

Medical officer, I need your help! My friend Zhou Hui has lost her memory, and we believe Huang Ying knows how to cure her amnesia. But we don’t know which prison in Zhang Zongchang Huang Ying was imprisoned in. Can you provide some clues? Zhu Wen asked anxiously.