When my anger was extinguished, my heart calmed down.

But soon, the peace of mind was broken, and I had a feeling that something was slowly tearing at my state of mind, along with my consciousness, little by little.

I don't know how to describe that feeling, it's like...... I don't feel like myself anymore, my perception of the environment, my perception of the world, and my outlook on life and the world that I have spent 19 years forming are all shattering and disappearing little by little.

I really don't know how to describe it, but I remember that at that moment, I suddenly felt as if all the nineteen years I had spent since I was born.

It's like...... For the first 19 years, I lived in an illusory world, and now I have finally returned to reality.

At this moment, I felt a cold palm pressing against my neck, and my body was quickly retreating under the impetus of a huge force.

At that time, I was in a half-asleep state, knowing that the old man had choked my neck, but I didn't want to resist.

I waited silently, for myself to fully wake up.

For a moment, I suddenly became confident, as if nothing in the world could hold me back. But in the next moment, my heart became very empty, and I felt as if I needed something to fill my heart, or I would fall into the abyss.

These two feelings come and go, and sometimes they merge together, making it impossible to tell who is who.

I don't know how long this state lasted until the emptiness and self-confidence disappeared at the same time, and in its place there was a very "full" feeling, as if something had squeezed out my original consciousness and imposed another consciousness on me.

Consciousness is changed, but I'm still me.

I knew it was weird to say that, but I knew very well at the time that the consciousness that had been squeezed out or the new consciousness that had been imposed on me came from me. It's just that the first consciousness was slowly formed in the past nineteen years, and the second consciousness came from my truest nature.

After that, I felt that my whole body became extremely clear, and even my eyelids, which I couldn't fully lift due to the medicine, completely opened at this moment.

I took my hands away from my face and shone my flashlight in front of me, and I saw a potholed old face less than a meter away from me.

I've never seen a face like this, his nose and eyes twisted together, his face wrinkled like cracked old bark, like a shriveled walnut, I can't tell which ones are wrinkles and where is the mouth.

Surprisingly, when I saw such a face, I didn't feel nervous at all, and I didn't get angry because of excessive nervousness as I used to.

At that moment, I was calm, but three words kept popping up in my mind: kill him!

These three words must have come from my subconscious, because my neck was choked, and my brain was so desperately deprived of oxygen that it was impossible to think in complex ways.

In the next moment, my palm was on the old man's wrist, and I grabbed it hard, directly crushing his bones.

Without the support of bones, the strength of his hand suddenly dissipated, and I supported the ground with my hind foot, stopped the retreat, and raised my other foot again, kicking him hard in the lower abdomen.

He was so light that I kicked him on the spot, but even so, he was able to land smoothly, and after that, he began to flutter back again.

I had already guessed what he was going to do next, and immediately rushed forward.

The old man in front of him didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and when he saw me rushing towards him, he lifted up my broken arm and waved it vigorously.

As soon as his arm moved, a strong wind rose in the corridor, and the nearest door was torn apart by the wind, and a large number of sharp pieces of wood flew towards me under the stirring of the wind.

I immediately took off my cotton coat and waved it as I ran, blocking the splinters of wood that were speeding away.

The wind was strong and cold to the bone, and my bones were almost frozen, but I still held the flashlight in one hand and waved the cotton coat in the other, charging with all my might.

At this time, my mind cleared up a little more, and I knew that when I was drawing the sigil just now, the evil qi on the tip of the tongue had been used up by me, and if I wanted to urge the evil spirit, I needed a second blood on the tip of the tongue.

The wound on my tongue was almost healed, and I didn't have time to hesitate to bite the tip of my tongue again, spraying blood on my left hand, which was holding the flashlight.

At this time, I also remembered that the third master had said that the Concentration Technique could improve my perception of the Qi field and allow me to condense stronger mental power in my body.

Thinking of this, I immediately memorized the gossip song recipe silently, and drew the eight hexagram shapes in my mind one by one, and after that, I quickly collected and released the evil qi again, and then condensed one-fifth of the evil qi in my whole body on the heavenly spirit cover.

After the operation was completed, I could see wisps of black gas caught in the wind, which filled the corridor like hair, and continued to swirl and spread with the agitation of the wind.

These black smoke are actually the yin qi emanating from the old man's body, and I can see a black mist coiled above his head, and as he keeps swinging his arms, the black mist is constantly changing shape, writhing, and injecting countless "hairs" into the air.

At this time, the old man had retreated to the end of the corridor, and there was no way to retreat.

Before the door beside him was torn apart by the wind, I took three steps and pressed it in front of him.

He didn't seem to want to fight me, and as soon as I threw away my cotton coat, he rose into the air and tried to pass over my head.

Want to run? How can it be so easy!

As he leaped over my head, I jumped up and grabbed him by the neck, ripping him straight out of the air.

After he fell from the sky, his feet touched the ground without making a sound, and I stepped forward, stepped on his toes, and raised my hand to punch him in the nose.

I don't know what kind of structure this guy is, but after I hit it, it fell to the ground like a reed.

Now that I had already touched him, I didn't intend to let him run away again, so I threw myself on him, pressed my legs against his waist, and pressed my right hand against his arm that could attract the wind.

At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong, and began to twist himself vigorously to break free from my restraints, and raised his other arm to scratch at my face.

I quickly turned sideways to avoid his "claws", after which I put the flashlight in my mouth and let the beam hit him directly in the face.

His old walnut-like face seemed to be unable to make any expression, just twisting his neck and shaking his head.

The hand that was scratching everywhere was so much of a nuisance that I threw my fist hard, and as soon as I punched him in the armpit, I heard a series of crushing sounds of "click", and his humerus and shoulder blades were shattered by me, and the hand that had been waving just now quickly went limp.

I used my left fist this time, and there was blood on the tip of my tongue on the fist, and after the old man was hit, the position where the arm and shoulder were connected seemed to be ignited, and soon smoke came out, and a pungent smell of burnt paste was emitted.

He became more nervous, and his body writhed much more.

Don't look at this guy's body, but his strength is beyond imagination, and I can barely suppress him well.

In the violent turbulence, it was difficult for me to draw a complete sigil with my left hand, so I quickly condensed my mental power, and condensed my mental power and eighty percent of the evil qi in my left hand.

He was still struggling, and while I held him down, I raised my left arm and aimed it at his forehead in a series of punches.

With every punch, I tried my best, and his forehead was as hard as a stone, and every time I hit him, my knuckles ached.

After two months of soaking in the medicinal bath, I still have some medicinal power in my body, the skin on my hands is broken, the finger bones are broken, and the remaining medicinal power in my body takes effect immediately, and these wounds are quickly repaired.

I don't know how many punches I threw until my left arm was too tired to lift it anymore, and the black mist above the old man's head finally cleared.

Not long after this, his body trembled at an extremely high frequency as if it had been electrified, and a large puff of smoke came out of his forehead.

I immediately got up and put a little distance between me and him.

Soon, the smoke spread all over his body, and I saw that the skin on his face began to crumble little by little, and in less than a minute, he was like a porcelain doll that had been broken, his body was completely deflated, and a large amount of debris was scattered on the ground.

I let out a long breath and slowly lowered my eyelids, and the murderous intent in my heart disappeared.

If Guan Gong doesn't open his eyes, he will kill people when he opens his eyes.

Now, I finally understand what that means.

After the old man was eliminated by me, the room gradually warmed up, I returned to the staircase connecting the first and second floors, and looked downstairs, those dark shadows still did not appear, and the moonlight was not bright through the windows on the first floor, leaving a bright color on the ground in front of the windows.

At this moment, the door of the old villa was opened, and a thin figure slipped into the door frame and walked straight to the window.

Just looking at the outline, I also know that the person who came in was the Seventh Master.

The seventh master fiddled with the window for a while, and it didn't take long for me to hear a crisp sound of "pop", and then the first floor lit up.

It was only then that I discovered that, in addition to the old light bulb embedded in the south wall, there were four or five inconspicuous table lamps near the stairway, which are now providing us with light.

The seventh master straightened his waist and looked at me from a distance and smiled, at this time the third master also walked in, he first gave me a big smile, and then said loudly to me: "Yo, it seems that you have 'broken and then stood up'." Haha, how do you feel now? ”

That's a nice thing to say.

What kind of door is this? To put it bluntly, it is to scare me in every possible way, to make me nervous, to make me afraid, and when I completely collapse, I will rely on the stuffy breath in my chest to stimulate my nature.

I frowned impatiently: "Third Master, next time you throw me into this kind of ghost place, can you explain the situation in advance?" I almost gave up my life just now. ”

Just now, the old man tore the door panel with the yin wind, and if I hadn't been wearing a thick cotton coat and covering my face in the first place, those pieces of wood would probably kill me.

The third master still smiled at me: "Don't worry, there won't be a next time." ”