What a painful realization it is to be tortured to the point of numbness.

——Excerpt from "Chen Ling's Assistant Diary"

Day 3.

After practicing, Chen Ling sat outside the warehouse without saying a word and looked at the sky.

Xiaobai, who drove back, looked at Chen Ling with a stunned look, and asked with concern, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chen Ling, who was originally distracted, heard the words of concern, and tears fell immediately.

When you are sad, you can't listen to slow songs, and when you're in pain, you can't be comforted, otherwise the surging emotions will break the dam of reason like a tide.

"Brother, do me a favor." Chen Ling cried and said to Xiaobai.

"What's wrong?" Xiaobai is a cheerful person, and he usually helps when he can.

Chen Ling hurriedly said: "I'm so uncomfortable, you can do it well, do me a favor." He took out a big stick and pointed it at his head, "That's it, look at it, a stick knocked me out, and I really can't do it myself." ”

Xiaobai was stunned, in his short life, he had never heard such a bad request.

This brother, has he been trained to be stupid?

"Hurry, come!"

Chen Ling has been subjected to too many "ghost bullets", and his body has become resistant to negative energy, and now he can't faint even if he wants to, so he can only resist the soul awakely.

Those bloody images, the whispers of the dead, kept haunting his mind like a nightmare.

He can't live and can't live, he doesn't dare to die, and now even fainting has become a luxury, and he just wants to "stick to the dawn" now.

"Chen Ling, you are lazy again!" Xiujin's voice came from inside.

Hearing Xiushen's voice, Chen Ling hit a spirit, he hurriedly stuffed the big stick into Xiaobai's hand, and said eagerly: "Come on, don't hesitate, there's no time, come on." ”

Just when Xiaobai was still hesitating, Xiushen came out and dragged him back directly by the collar of Chen Ling.

"No, no, no, please, don't..." Chen Ling desperately tried to grab something, but there was only air around him.

"No," he wailed from the depths of the warehouse.

Although he had lost his sense of death, Xiaobai really felt a chill from the depths of his soul.

It's the end of October in a blink of an eye, and it seems that the sky is really cold.

In fact, the essence of the "ghost bullet" is to use soul fragments as an index, so that the practitioner can enter the past experience of the deceased. These past experiences can be violent or bloody, or painful or inexplicably sad, and some of them often fall into a nightmare of illusion and cannot extricate themselves, and in severe cases, they can cause stress shock.

However, these illusions are the same as dreams, and the practitioner will forget them soon after waking up, leaving no long-lasting sequelae.

A heinous soul can usually be split into 18 to 25 soul fragments, which are made into the same batch of "ghost bullets". But usually a person doesn't have so many painful pasts, so some of the illusions created by soul fragments are the same.

So if a person is constantly hit by the same batch of "ghost bullets", then he will experience some very peculiar dreams.

The crimson earth was a river of lava, a dry skeleton was buried among the wasteland, three crows hovered overhead, and the air around it was so hot that it seemed to dry up human blood. In the distance, a dead tree grows lonely on a hill, which seems to symbolize the last life of this world. If you look closer, you will see dead human heads hanging from the treetops like fruits. Each dead person's head is different, some are rotten and smelly, some are full of maggots, some only have white bones left, and some are recognizable, looking at the illusion in front of him, Chen Ling immediately knew that he had been shot again.

"Who has invaded the realm of the dead, who has disturbed the eternal sleep of the ghosts, and who has come to find the past of the dead." Hearing Chen Ling's footsteps, the fruits on the trees woke up one after another, they were the embodiment of the dead soul and the master of this illusion. Numerous dead heads spoke quietly in the trees, their voices sharp and high-pitched, or low and hoarse, and the breath of darkness erupted from the dead heads' mouths with the words, gathering together to form the embodiment of the end of the world.

"Brother, why are you again? Oops, I've seen you for the past two days. When the dead heads on the tree saw that it was Chen Ling, they immediately chatted with him, and the scene was indescribably weird.

"yes, see you again, guys." Chen Ling was also helpless about this, he always encountered this tree, and he was about to mature with it.

"The rest of my nineteen soul fragments are on you, right?" The head of a dead man is also quite strange, why does this person have nothing to do and like to look for abuse? Is the "ghost bullet" philatelic campaign popular now? Collect all the pieces and get the year-end prize?

"GodTM philately, if it weren't for the fact that the god of show is too cruel... It's all tears. yes, it's all on me. Chen Ling had an expression of wanting to cry without tears.

"It's made... Tsk tsk... We're all too embarrassed to keep scaring you. "It's always scaring a person, and the dead heads feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I'm used to it. How did you die, your tragic childhood experience, your murderous effects, I now understand and experience it, what new tricks do you have? Chen Ling is completely numb now, he is now like watching a horror movie, he feels scared to death the first time he watches it, and he is already used to it when he watches it three times, and now it is completely the rhythm of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"This... I've got to figure it out, hey, what about disemboweling? The dead heads pondered, and one of them finally made a suggestion.

"If you're talking about the experience you had when you cut your cecum at the age of 24 without anesthetic, forget it, I've experienced it 4 times." When Chen Ling first entered that environment, he could really see his stomach being cut open little by little, and then his intestines being pulled out, and finally it was a heart-rending pain. But how can I say that I have seen more and experienced more times? Just like that, there is no difference between the human intestine and the large intestine of a pig.

"That's... What about being humiliated naked? "Another dead man's head decided to come to something different, bloody and violent, it was better to have some mental torture.

"Are you saying that when you were a child, because you couldn't memorize the text, you were stripped naked by the teacher in the winter and stood outside?" Regarding this experience, Chen Ling felt that it was actually just like that, nothing more than the teacher's violence.

"Yes, yes, what do you think? Is mental abuse enough? The dead man's head said in a seductive tone, as if selling a bestseller.

"I can tell what size underwear the teacher is wearing, skip this paragraph." At the end of this painful experience, Chen Ling's attention was completely attracted by the teacher's beautiful figure. Although the teacher is middle-aged, he is also a, and his charm still exists. That size, well, how to say it, looks like it's been born and raised.

"That's... What about the roller coaster from heaven to hell? The dead heads deliberated, and it seemed that this guy was really not in good shape, and decided to enlarge the move, which was what they recognized as the most terrifying experience.

"You mean that you are playing with drunken gold outside, and as a result, you were stabbed in the throat of the death experience." Chen Ling is obviously very familiar with this routine, first making people feel comfortable and relaxed, and then suddenly experiencing the feeling of death, from heaven to hell. And cutting the throat itself is an extremely long process of death, which can infinitely prolong this feeling.

"Yes, yes, yes," the dead heads nodded hurriedly.

"Hey, 7 times. Brother, I have to say, your taste is really heavy, the dancing girl next to you is fat, and she weighs 260 pounds. After going through too many deaths, Chen Ling felt that he had become perverted, and his eyes began to focus on the weight of the dancer next to him and her double chin as she screamed.

There was another sentence he didn't say, he felt that the dancer might have eaten onions before, and her breath was really heavy.

"Which... My concubine is also 240, and she looks fat and fat. No, you can't do it on the left, you can't do it right, it's everything, is it easy for me to find a scaring experience? Such a prickly one. The dead heads were also speechless, they had all released their big moves, why couldn't they suppress the young man in front of them.

"Hey, whatever, you can watch it." Chen Ling finally said this sentence in a helpless tone.

"Then you will die!" The dead heads finally put away their disguises and threw themselves down from the trees to bite Chen Ling.

Then Chen Ling woke up, the surroundings were very quiet, he was lying on the sofa of Xiushen's office, the sun outside the window was just right, there were green trees and wind, and the bathroom door was opening little by little...

Chen Ling still remembers this scene, it was the morning after he and Xiushen expelled the evil spirit in charge.

Hey, every time. First of all, set up a terrifying illusion for the practitioner, make him unconscious after the fright, and then wake up as if he is in the real world, as if what he experienced before was just a nightmare, but in fact he must still be in the terrifying illusion.

I don't know what the hell is going to open the bathroom door. It's all the same old routine, and there's no new tricks at all.

After experiencing more than twenty nightmares in a row, Chen Ling had no expectations for what was about to happen to him.

In the real world, Jinbao, who had been tinkering with instruments next to him, looked at Chen Ling who was lying on the ground and kept rolling, and he couldn't bear it, so he came to Xiushen and wanted to intercede for Chen Ling.

"Sister Xiushen, if it continues like this, Chen Ling will not be able to support it."

Xiushen, who was drinking tea leisurely, said: "Oh, don't worry, it's okay, as a professional demon slayer, I have a sense of proportion." ”

"But... Why torture him like this all the time, if you practice, you can shoot each other with ordinary mud pills? "Jinbao is very kind-hearted and shows Chen Ling a way to live. But what she didn't know was that even if it was a mud pill, Xiushen could shoot Chen Ling to the ground.

"Hey, you're still too kind." Xiushen obviously didn't intend to let Chen Ling go.

"But—" Campbell wanted to say something.

Before she could finish speaking, Xiushen interrupted him.

"You don't think I'm taking the opportunity to punish him because of Miyu, right?"

"No, no, no, I believe that Sister Xiushen is definitely not such a stingy person." In the face of Xiushen's questioning, even the pure little Jinbao planned to panic a little.

"Hey, I won't use a 'ghost bullet' to punish him, this thing is worth 1,800 yuan, which is more expensive than gold. In the past two days, it has cost so many 'ghost bullets', enough to exchange for one hundred and twenty of them. ”

"That's?" Jinbao didn't understand, since Xiushen was also worried about money, why did he use these things to torture Chen Ling?

"Actually, this is a kind of spiritual training," Xiushen said seriously.

"Since the last Miyu incident, I have found that Chen Ling's spirit is very fragile and very vulnerable to the invasion of evil objects. In this way, I can effectively exercise his mental strength. So that next time if a similar incident happens, he won't be so easy to get hit. ”

Xiushen is actually still very kind, the last time Miyu didn't ask Chen Ling's life, it was his fate, but next time he won't have such good luck, she doesn't want this kind of thing to happen one after another.

"That—" Jinbao stopped talking.

"Ann, don't worry, don't you see that he has already gotten up? It's really fine. Xiushen patted Jinbao on the shoulder and comforted.

While Chen Ling, who was originally lying on the ground and rolling, had already turned over and sat up, he was holding his head with one hand and muttering quietly.

"Damn, it actually ruined my good memory, Xiushen's body was covered with all kinds of dead heads, like big pus. Is he really not afraid of death, dare to ruin the image of Xiushen like this, is he really not afraid of me to sue? In the end, he actually ate me raw, and he didn't talk about friendship at all. The next time we meet, I'll definitely blow all his big heads off. ”

In the face of fear, Chen Ling will never choose to run away anymore, he learns to face fear bravely and fight against fear. Instead of exploding in silence and dying in silence, Chen Ling seems to have really grown in pain.

But only he knows what a painful growth it is.

In this way, the four days of preparation time passed quickly in Chen Ling's wail.

Early on the 26th, Xiushen and his party were fully armed, counted their equipment, and prepared to set off.

Standing on the bonnet, with a slingshot pinned to his waist and marbles wrapped around his body, Xiushen was dressed like a female bandit leader, making his final speech.

"Little ones, the time has come! There is a grudge to repay the grudge, there is a revenge to take revenge, there is no grudge and no resentment, all go to grab money, and go with me to do a big job! ”