"Bang

The medical lights in the autopsy room were all turned on, and all the corpse display tables appeared with bloody corpses, all of them wearing An Baichen's clothes, and they were all An Baichen's corpses.

In the cylindrical glass storage chamber soaked in human specimens next to the corpse display table, the formalin inside was bubbling, and the liquid was tumbling violently, as if something was about to come out.

A strange and terrifying aura spread, and malice swept through An Baichen's body.

"Now, you still can't see anything?"

An Baichen watched the corpses on the corpse display table writhing continuously, as if he was about to struggle to get up.

"I didn't see anything, what did you see?" Yan Yumo couldn't help but speak: "You have sweat on your forehead, it doesn't matter to you?"

"It's just a bunch of corpses besieging me, out of the way. ”

An Baichen shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, carried the Nether Scythe, and watched his corpses roll crookedly to the ground on the dissecting table, and then crawled towards him with his hands and feet.

There were almost twenty of these corpses, and they dragged out a series of crimson blood marks on the ground, and some of the corpses whose necks were not completely broken lifted their heads and smiled strangely at An Baichen.

These heads are all in their own form, and it's disgusting to see them staring at themselves like this.

"Let me see which one is the real undead. ”

Carrying the Nether Scythe, An Baichen began to clean up the corpses in the dissecting room.

These corpses have no combat power, and they are not even a threat at all, and the Nether Scythe slashes these ghosts one by one.

There weren't many of them, and every slash from the Nether Scythe would turn them into wisps of green smoke and dissipate into the air.

To Amberson's strange feelings, he had never seen these green smokes before, and today was the first time he had used the Nether Scythe in a real sense.

"Could it be that the Nether Scythe produces green smoke when it kills the undead, or does it come from the undead of the Trials mission itself?"

An Baichen pondered while continuing to chop and slash in his hands.

Yan Yumo's eyes widened, and she watched An Baichen wield the scythe, slashing again and again.

But Yan Yumo couldn't see what An Baichen was slashing at at all, and in her pupils, there was only An Baichen constantly waving a sickle into the air.

"What the hell is this!"

At this time, An Baichen kept gasping for breath, and he didn't know why he always felt that he was very tired now, and his body was a little weak.

"An Baichen, do you need help?" Yan Yumo shouted loudly, her black hair was flying, and it had already covered the entire dissection room, and the whole room was full of Yan Yumo's black hair, waiting for an opportunity.

However, in An Baichen's eyes, her black hair went directly through the body of this ghost thing, and she couldn't cause any harm at all.

These hallucinations seem to be only aimed at An Baichen.

"You can't see anything, how can you help me?"

An Baichen felt that his slashing strength was very badly lost, and he found that he wanted to kill his own corpse every time he wanted to cut off his own body, he became more tired.

"If they're all hallucinations, then can I leave these things alone?" An Baichen thought to himself.

"Poof!"

An Baichen raised his foot and stepped on the arm of a corpse hard, blood splashed, and the flesh and blood tissue on his stomach felt very viscous and clear.

If An Baichen can touch and perceive these illusions, then they are very likely to hurt An Baichen in a real sense.

"What the hell is going on?"

An Baichen smiled bitterly, and after he cut all the corpses into smoke, the vision in the autopsy room disappeared, the medical lights were turned off again, and everything fell into darkness again.

An Baichen felt that the hand holding the Nether Scythe was a little weak, which made him feel incredible.

The Nether Scythe had no weight at all for An Baichen, how could he be tired after using it for so long.

"Could it be that the undead talent of this trial mission can create illusions, but I can hurt the illusion but it can affect me?"

"At least, I can now be sure that my stamina has been affected. ”

An Baichen thought in his heart, he sat on the dissecting table and gasped: "Do you smell it?"

"It's all over the place, but I can't see it at all. ”

Yan Yumo sighed, her expression was full of anxiety, and she looked at An Baichen with concern: "Why don't we go out first?"

"Good. ”

An Baichen glanced up at the dissection room, he also felt that this place was very evil, and the devil knew what would happen if he continued to stay here.

"Let's go. ”

Yan Yumo walked ahead, her black hair and shawl, and she was vigilant and vigilant around her.

An Baichen walked out behind Yan Yumo, one of his feet had just stepped out of the dissection room, and the familiar "snapping" sound sounded again.

The medical lights in the autopsy room turned on again, and An Baichen turned his head to look inside the autopsy room, and there were strange corpses on the ground again, raising his head and smiling strangely at himself.

"Again?!"

An Baichen's body shook, he felt that his eyes were a little black, these hallucinations couldn't be dealt with, where did they come from?

"Smack!"

The hallway lights are also on.

An Baichen retracted his gaze, and he found that in the corridor he was in, in front of him and behind him, the ground was covered with bloodstains, and a corpse appeared from the corner of the stairs in the corridor, crawling towards him with difficulty.

"Outside, too?"

An Baichen smiled bitterly, what is the origin of the undead in this trial mission, it is trying to use illusions to play with me.

"It's definitely not going to work like this, I'm going to die of exhaustion here. An Baichen retreated to the side of the corridor, his back against the wall, his eyes wandering, and finally he looked at Yan Yumo and asked, "Can't you still see these ghost things?"

"What the hell is there?"

Yan Yumo's voice was trembling, she was a little hairy by An Baichen, she obviously couldn't see anything, but An Baichen kept reminding her that there were many strange corpses besieging him around her.

"You give it a try, and you get your frenzy to shine. ”

An Baichen gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, I will die of exhaustion here today." ”

An Baichen felt that these hallucinations should be generated according to his own physical strength, although these strange corpses were very weak, they could still hurt themselves if they were not dealt with.

But if An Baichen beheaded them, they would consume part of their physical strength.

Whether to kill or not to kill, it is a dilemma for An Baichen.

Yan Yumo has the skill talent of [Ghost Madness], and if her potential is stimulated, she may be able to cause damage to these ghosts. If Yan Yumo can participate in the battle, it can relieve An Baichen of a lot of pressure.

Yan Yumo shook her head and said, "I can't do it now." ”

Activating [Ghost Frenzy] is not that simple, Yan Yumo needs to be stimulated.

"I have a way for you to do it. ”

An Baichen's hand was tucked into his trouser pocket, and he wanted to take his mobile phone.

It's easy to make Yan Yumo fall into a state of madness, and Xiao Xiaoshu can do it.

"Little Crisp. ”

An Baichen picked up his phone, clicked on the world of the dead, and began to call Xiao Xiaoshu's name with his consciousness.

"Big brother. ”

The childish voice of the little crisp sounded in An Baichen's mind, An Baichen breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Big brother take you out now, your sister and I need your help with something now." ”

is about to threaten her sister with a seven or eight-year-old girl and make her sister go crazy, this behavior makes An Baichen feel a little guilty, but Xiao Xiaoshu's next sentence made An Baichen's face change greatly.

"Big brother, I'm by your side right now. How can I help you?"

An Baichen looked left and right, he only saw the strange corpse that kept crawling close to him on the ground, he didn't find Xiao Xiaoshu's figure, but what Xiao Xiaoshu said just now still echoed in his mind.

"Huh?"

An Baichen suddenly felt a cold touch on his wrist.

He looked down and saw that there was nothing on his wrist, but the touch was clearly visible, as if it was gently wrapped around his wrist by a cold silk thread.

"It's a feeling...... It was Yan Yumo's hair. ”

An Baichen squinted his eyes slightly, he raised his head suddenly, and slashed at Yan Yumo beside him with a vulcanic scythe: "You are a fake!"