Time passed by bit by bit, and every second of the present is extremely long, making Yun Ting feel that life is like years. The feeling when he is on the verge of death is probably like this, slow and solemn, so solemn that Yun Ting could easily feel the dense beads of sweat on his back sliding down from his back. Yun Ting felt all the slow and fast process from warmth to cold.

He looked up at Zhang Jiao, his eyes facing Zhang Jiao. He saw the latter's plain eyes and his eyes that were not emotional. Yun Ting couldn't see anything, just as he couldn't see anything, his heart suddenly raised, this was the fear brought by the unknown.

The greatest fear of human beings is not death, not all negative things, but the unknown. The unknown is the greatest fear of human beings. Yun Ting is no longer a player with a system as an auxiliary, so he cannot see Zhang Jiao’s attitude towards him from his favorability, so he guesses whether Zhang Jiao will kill him.

Just as one of the results he predicted when he made this plan, the worst one was that Zhang Jiao killed himself, and all his efforts had become bubbles and everything became empty. But Yun Ting had to bet, and he had never gambled since he entered the game. This was the only time. He knew that it was not easy to hide everything from Zhang Jiao, but he never thought about deceiving anything. No matter what he did, he could not deceive Zhang Jiao, so he simply let him see everything clearly!

Of course, the decision of all this lies in Zhang Jiao.

"But I'm not dead yet! So I can ask about your life and death." Zhang Jiao said.

Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand, and a crackling sound suddenly appeared in his palm, and constant sparks of lightning burst out from his fingers. When his palm was facing up, Yun Ting clearly saw an electric ball in Zhang Jiao's palm, a small ball intertwined by lightning. Under his surprised gaze, the small electric ball gradually became larger, until it finally became an electric ball the size of a human head!

"So what kind of confidence is that you will have internal conflicts when I am alive? You start fighting for power and profit? You think I don't exist? You think no matter who you kills, whoever survives, I will not kill you? I am not dead yet!" Zhang Jiao's voice suddenly increased, and it exploded in Yun Ting's ears like thunder. It seemed that as long as the psychological quality was poor, the heart and courage would be broken. The thunder ball in his palm slowly floated and kept rotating, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Looking at Zhang Jiao's appearance, it seemed that the thunder ball would be thrown towards Yun Ting in the next moment, blowing it into charcoal scattered everywhere!

"But if you are a human, you will die in the end, right?" Yun Ting replied calmly.

His eyes, as calm as a voice, met Zhang Jiao's eyes that seemed full of murderous intent. Yun Ting stood in the seminar hall that had been half ruined, with broken bricks and stones under his feet. He stood very straight, and his body was still upright, and he did not take a step back after a long time of gaze with Zhang Jiao.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from a small distance between him and Zhang Jiao, blew up the mess of sand and dust, filling their vision, making them unable to see each other. With a "slap", Zhang Jiao's hand slowly penetrated the dust and reached in front of Yun Ting, and the thunder ball the size of a human head was in the palm of his palm.

With a close distance, Yun Ting could clearly see the lightning rushing in the thunder ball flashing in front of his eyes with a "cracking" sound. Every pore in his body seemed to be stimulated, causing hairs to stand up one by one.

"Bang". Zhang Jiao's hand gently pinched in front of Yun Ting, which could destroy Yun Ting. The thunder ball that completely destroyed the conference hall was eliminated in a fear of the closing of his palm and turned into nothingness.

"Hu", Zhang Jiao's breathing sound was as close as he could hear. As his breathing, the sand and dust that permeated his and Yun Ting's vision dissipated, causing them to reappear in each other's vision.

The power of Zhang Jiao disappeared and returned to the previous state of looking very comfortable. He was no longer a great wise and good teacher who was afraid of, but like an uncle next door, kind and kind. But now Zhang Jiao looks older than before. At this time, he is more like an ordinary old man, rather than Zhang Jiao, who is called General of Heaven, or the great wise and good teacher who makes the Han Dynasty angry.

Zhang Jiao suddenly sighed, and a long sigh came out from the deepest part of his mouth, "Yes, people will die in the end."

"I am not a god. Although I don't want to admit it, I am a human being, a living person who will grow old and die." Zhang Jiao suddenly smiled, but there was something in his smile that Yun Ting couldn't understand, as if it was sad?

Yun Ting didn't know if he read it wrong, but Zhang Jiao was filled with bitterness at this time. It was just like in the previous life, like in history, Zhang Jiao could not live for long, perhaps from the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he was destined to not live for long.

Is the times creating heroes? Or is the times creating the times? Yun Ting doesn't know which of the two is more important, but just like what is implicitly contained therein, the times are always there, but in every epic, there is not always a hero.

"Among you players, you probably know the future, right? My future, the future of the Yellow Turban Army." Zhang Jiao asked.

"Yes." Yun Ting replied without hesitation.

"In the end, you died, and the Yellow Turban Army was also incorporated and strangled. This is the future, what I see, the future that all players know."

"Is that right?" Zhang Jiao smiled bitterly, but there was no surprise on his expression, as if he had known this future, Yun Ting's answer was just like that.

"But I don't believe it." Zhang Jiao raised his head, his eyes penetrated the roof, as if he could see the vast sky outside the house.

"I don't believe it, the heaven will not die, I don't believe it, the yellow sky will be destroyed."

"But." He paused and looked at Yun Ting, "I will die, I'm sure about this. So, I want to leave a fire and leave a fire for the Yellow Turban Army. That is you."

"No matter what the future will be, no matter what the Yellow Turban Army will be, no matter whether I will die or not. You can go to complete what you are preparing to complete and walk the path you want to take. And I know that our path is actually different. You can be the spark of the Yellow Turban Army or you yourself. I just hope that if there is one day, you can continue to walk the sand you have stepped on on the road!"

Zhang Jiao looked at Yun Ting and smiled faintly. His words were very fast, but he spoke extremely clearly. Even if he had just felt tired and aging, it seemed that everything just now seemed to be non-existent or hallucinated.

He was still Zhang Jiao, the Mr. Yi Xuanling who Yun Ting knew at the time.
Chapter completed!