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Chapter 58 Hallucination

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    I took out the Zhuyin Golden Needle that Yan Beixun gave me before, held it in my hand, and took a deep breath.

    At this time, the pain in my right hand has eased a bit, but after all, it was a bone injury. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break a bone. You can imagine how severe the pain in my right hand is at this time.

    But no matter how painful my right hand is, I can only endure it.

    The current situation is that if we don¡¯t fight hard, we will probably have to let this bastard send me and Yan Bei down to drink Meng Po soup.

    ¡°After all, I was the one who was bewitched and released it. If Yan Beixun and I met on the Naihe Bridge, I wouldn¡¯t have the face to see him.

    ¡°Go to hell.¡± I shouted and rushed forward with the candle-yin golden needle.

    "Roar." The centipede spirit opened its bloody mouth and roared at me.

    A fishy smell came from this guy's mouth.

    "It really stinks. Doesn't this grandson usually rinse his mouth? Well, that's right. There is no condition to rinse his mouth at the bottom of the well.

    I jumped on the centipede spirit¡¯s back, then stood up and walked towards his wound.

    This centipede spirit must have felt uneasy and started to shake vigorously. I turned around and saw that its head turned around and was about to attack me.

    At this time, Yan Beixun shouted: "No name and no form, all methods return to the clan - the sun and the moon attack together!"

    Immediately, Yan Beixun clapped his hands, and the eight-spell golden light shot from his hands to the centipede spirit's head.

    Bang bang bang!

    ??The sound came one after another.

    After the centipede spirit was beaten, all his attention was focused on Yan Beixun: "Do you think you can kill me like this? I die so easily. I wouldn't let you guys seal it but kill me directly.  Kill me."

    When I heard what Centipede Jing said, I thought to myself: "There is so much nonsense. Do villains all have this kind of virtue and like nonsense?"

    Although I was thinking about various things in my mind, I still went towards its wound.

    At this time, it was twisting violently, and I could only lie on its back and move towards its wound bit by bit.

    Its wound was only three meters away from me.

    But his movements are getting bigger and bigger, and I will be thrown out by him if I don't pay attention.

    I couldn¡¯t help but turned around and shouted: ¡°Yan Beixun, tell him to be quiet and stop moving around like this.¡±

    I looked back.

    It would be no exaggeration to say that Yan Beixun's situation was horrific.

    The skin on his left hand was dark, as if he could no longer use his strength, and he was holding a mahogany sword in his right hand. While blocking the tentacles of the centipede spirit, he was retreating. The situation was very dangerous, and his clothes were in tatters.

    "Damn it, why don't we try changing positions? Can you make it quieter?"

    Yan Beixun heard my voice and shouted unfriendly and angrily.

    "As if I didn't say that just now." After I finished speaking, I continued to crawl towards his wound.

    When I was still half a meter away from its wound, suddenly, the smooth, armor-like shell on his back cracked many small holes, and then a burst of pink gas spewed out from inside.

    No matter what this thing was, I immediately covered my mouth and nose.

    "No wonder this centipede spirit has never been wary of me. It has a back-up plan.

    But even though I covered my nose and mouth to prevent myself from breathing, I still felt dizzy when the pink mist floated to the side of my head.

    Suddenly the surrounding scene changed.

    I'm on the edge of the cliff right now.

    There is a dead tree growing on the edge of the cliff. I am sitting on this dead tree now. If I go a little further ahead, I will fall down and the sun will set into the abyss.

    It¡¯s not that I¡¯m afraid of heights, but it¡¯s so deep down there that if I really fall, I¡¯ll be shattered to pieces.

    "Zhang Xiu, what are you doing standing there in a daze? It's an illusion. Don't be afraid. Just keep walking forward!"

    Yan Beixun¡¯s urgent shouts reached my ears.

    I looked around, but there was no sound or shadow of Yan Beixun around me.

    "Little thing, I advise you not to go forward. This is a very deep illusion, equivalent to your human hypnosis. If you fall off the cliff, you will really die."

    The voice of this centipede spirit came to my ears again.

    At this moment, don¡¯t mention how troubled I am.

    Go forward?  Or retreat?

    This is definitely an illusion, and this cliff is definitely fake, but this so-called illusion is too real.

    ?Besides, I also somewhat believe what this centipede spirit says.

    In 1946, a famous experiment in a California prison in the United States put a death row prisoner into a secret room, blindfolded his eyes, scratched his wrist with the back of a knife, and then released a ticking sound of water.  One day later, scientists opened the chamber and found him dead on his seat.  Experiments have proven that inner fear is your own worst enemy.

    This is what people¡¯s subconscious is doing.

    The death row prisoner really thought he was being bled, and the fear in his heart killed him.

    ? And this is the problem I am facing at this time.

    Human beings enter deep hypnosis. If they die in their dreams, they will also die in reality.

    So I am even more hesitant now.

    With two choices, I was so anxious that I was covered in sweat and panting heavily. If I moved forward, I might die.

    "If anyone says that he is not afraid of death, I will kick him in the face. He is definitely bragging.

    I often say something like, why should life be sad and why should death be painful? Or, when you are alive, you don¡¯t want to be long, but you want to be happy, something like chicken soup for the soul.

    Facts have proved that chicken soup for the soul is just chicken soup for the soul, and it cannot help you in any way when death is really about to come.

    I feel like my breathing is getting faster and faster, and I can't even breathe. The heartbeat in my chest is also beating very fast, as if it's about to jump out.

    I touched my heart on my chest, no way, it¡¯s so fast, man, I won¡¯t be afraid of it.

    As soon as this idea appeared, I suddenly felt pain in my eyes.

    I covered my eyes with my hands.

    It felt like my eyes had exploded. It took nearly ten seconds for the pain to disappear.

    I tentatively opened my eyes and took a look.

    The hallucination has disappeared, and I am still sitting on the body of this centipede.

    I took the Zhuyin Golden Needle, jumped forward with all my strength, and stabbed it into the wound of the centipede spirit.

    I almost used all my strength to dig in, and my right hand got stuck.

    While I put my right hand in, I took it out very quickly.

    My hands were stained with green blood, which was like sulfuric acid. It made the palm of my right hand extremely painful, and soon my hand turned red.

    ¡°I¡¯m afraid that this guy¡¯s blood will react with the sulfuric acid, and I¡¯ll jump off his body and jump into the well.

    With a pop, I dived into the water. I grabbed the chain and climbed up. At this time, the green blood on my hands had disappeared under the wash of water, and the pain had weakened to almost nothing.

    But when I climbed out of the well and looked at the situation outside, I was stunned.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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