The gray smoke quickly circled around me, and almost in the blink of an eye, I was completely enveloped in fog.

I wanted to call for help, but I found that I couldn't make a sound at all, and a mouth, a hot and choking breath rushed straight into my throat, I quickly closed my mouth, pinched a few fingers, and waved a few times casually into the mist, to no avail, and I found that my ears could no longer hear the sound, and I could only rely on that special perception to roughly know the location of several other people.

Doctor Shen and Hua Tianfan kept retreating, as if I had a plague on my body, and they showed great dislike for me, as if they were afraid of being contaminated by me.

Wan Peng was still in front of Luo Ming, but instead of coming over to help, he supported Luo Ming and slowly took two steps back.

What's going on? What am I like now, and why do they dislike me so much?

I tried to drag my body that was about to lose control, and moved two steps towards Wan Peng's side, hoping that he could help me solve my current predicament, but Wan Peng just looked at me vigilantly, trying to keep Luo Ming completely behind him.

I'm not even sure if Wan Peng will attack me directly if I get close to the two of them now.

After I took a few difficult steps, my body completely lost control, and I could still feel my hands and feet, but my hands and feet were no longer at my beckon, and they were walking in one direction on their own.

At first, I didn't know where I was going, but when my hand pushed open a wooden door and my legs started to descend the stairs on their own, I knew I was in the stairwell.

And the four people behind me, the moment the stairwell door closed, suddenly disappeared from my consciousness, I couldn't perceive them anymore, and my magical perception was cut off.

Arriving at the landing at the turn of the stairs, I was manipulated, kicked the large trash can that was sitting there, and giggled twice.

The laughter did come out of my mouth, but I really didn't know how distorted my vocal cords had to be to make such a high-pitched and weird sound, which was like waiting for the slaughtered rooster to learn to crow a duck.

My ears couldn't hear anything from the outside world, but the giggling laughter was clear.

After kicking the trash can a few times, because the trash can was still standing in that corner, the thing that controlled my body was very dissatisfied with the strength of my kick, and directly pushed the trash can to the ground with his hand, and then squatted down and began to rummage through the contents of the trash can.

I'm glad I can't use my eyes and nose now, otherwise the act of rummaging through the trash can would have been enough for me to vomit out all the bile and gastric juice.

I don't know what's in the trash can, but my hands are constantly being stabbed by sharp things.

At first, I only felt pain in my fingers, but then I gradually felt that both hands were sticky, and when my hands touched anything, I could feel a strong pain, and I wouldn't be covered with blood now, right?

But it was the pain in my fingers that kept my mind clear, and I tried to know how this thing controlled my body, and I wanted to know how Wan Peng and them were doing.

The mist that controls my body now comes from the child ghost, but it is not the child ghost itself, I can feel that when I am bound by this fog and walk towards the corridor, the child ghost is still standing coldly in the same position, and the murderous aura on his body is steaming.

What's even worse is that the child ghost stared at Luo Ming, as if he would pounce on him at any time and tear Luo Ming to pieces, but everyone looked at me, and no one paid attention to the direction where the child ghost was.

Combined with the fact that the child ghost was hiding in the ward just now, but he deliberately let the cry come out of the stairwell, I think this little ghost is very good at diverting people's attention and hiding himself.

Thinking about the cautious and wary gazes of the last four people looking at me, it was clear that the danger was mine, and they were guarding against my sudden attack on them, but they were not guarding against the little ghost in the ward.

If the child ghost breaks out, will the four of them be directly hit because they are defenseless?

I was anxious to know the situation in the ward, and wanted to remind them to be careful of that little ghost, the little ghost was still hiding in the corner of the ward, but helplessly, now my eyes, ears, mouth, and hands are not my own, I can't hear, I can't see, I can't move, I can't shout, except that I can know that I am squatting on the ground and rummaging through the garbage, and the other behaviors of this body seem to have nothing to do with me.

The anxiety in my heart, coupled with the fact that my body did not obey the call, soon I tossed myself and was covered in sweat, and if it weren't for the pain in my fingers, I guess my mind would have been completely lost.

What I'm encountering now is just a cloud of black gas exerted by the child ghost, the child ghost is still in the ward, the four people on the other side of the ward are in an even more dangerous situation than me, they can't spare their hands to save me, I have to save myself, and then go over there to help.

What can I do now? I can't pronounce the spell, I can't make the trick, I don't have any way to directly attack and control this mist that controls me now, is this an unsolvable problem, I have to wait for someone else to rescue me?

Impossible, how could the spell of a mere child ghost be unsolvable? There must have been something I hadn't thought of.

How does the mist control my body? Ghost upper body? Obviously not, my soul is still intact in my body, and I am not obviously ostracized, if a ghost directly invades my body and takes control of my body, then my soul must be perceptible.

It's not a ghost, so what else can it be? Could it be that this fog can be like a marionette, at the mercy of my body walking, kicking the trash can, turning over the trash can, these actions are too complicated, right? With the level of precision in my current actions of rummaging through the trash can, even if the other party controls me with a computer, it may not be able to control it so accurately.

So what else could it be?

The child ghost didn't get on my body, but it controlled my body accurately, so there was only one last possibility left, that is, I was manipulated by the ghost with consciousness, to put it bluntly, I was still fascinated.

Although I always thought that I was just out of control of my body, my brain was still awake, but my brain may not be as clear as I thought, I was only able to think limitedly, but the part of my consciousness that controlled my body was already confused by the ghost.

The problem is not in my body, but in my head.

If I think about this, I will know how to save myself.

I used the remaining consciousness to summon the spiritual power in my body, and my body was out of control anyway, so I simply gave up directly grabbing control of my body, but summoned the limited spiritual power in my body and let them slowly converge into my brain.

I've only been cultivating for a few days, and the spiritual power in my body is pitiful, and a lot of it is still naturally awakened before, so I was originally very difficult to deploy, and now I still have a force in my brain that wants to prevent me from converging spiritual power to the position of my brain, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Originally, the resistance was not strong, and before I began to deploy the spiritual power in my body, I didn't even feel that there was a force interfering with my brain, but as the spiritual power in my body began to flow, the resistance became stronger and stronger, and it was almost going to kidnap my brain directly.

On the one hand, I was surprised by the strength of this force, and on the other hand, I was glad that I found out that the problem was in my head, and although it was still difficult to get out of control, at least I was in the right direction.

Since my brain has been disturbed, although I have tried my best to keep the true qi in my body running for a week, the spiritual power that has been gathered into my head is still very limited, and it can even be said that it is pitiful.

Fortunately, talking is better than nothing, and my mind is still a little clearer.