As Shi Yuan kept falling in that black mouth, the hallucinatory judgment method that kept escaping from his memory flashed through his mind. He held the pen tightly in his hand and recorded the method. Only, to be on the safe side, he jnewed this on the next page, and hastily wrote the words "Warning, don't turn it" on the previous page.

The meaning of the words "don't translate" is not clear, but under the circumstances at the time, this was already the limit of what he could do.

When he woke up again, he had forgotten the method again, as he had done the previous times.

He struggled to his feet from the ground, his bones falling apart.

He coughed violently, feeling the breath of life moving away from him like smoke flying through the air.

He looked around with difficulty, and saw that this was the interior of a building. The glimmer of light from nowhere gave him the possibility to see his surroundings clearly.

Shi Yuan endured the discomfort in his throat, gasping heavily like an asthma patient, and the air staggered out of his trachea awkwardly, hissing like a snake.

I can't be sick, right?

Shi Yuan thought irritably.

Getting sick in such a place is nothing short of a disaster.

He took out the healing mineral water and took a sip.

Nothing worked.

His throat ached as if it was being cut by a dozen blades at the same time, and the cough he was desperately trying to hold back continued to rage as he had hoped.

What kind of building is this?

He endured the pain and looked around, but he felt like he was in a horror game.

Despite its unknown glimmer, the overall situation is very eerie. The walls were covered with dark water stains and mildew, and the sound of the iron door sloshing came to my ears.

From where Shi Yuan was, there were rows of rooms like iron cages on the left and right, and the scenes inside were gloomy, dirty and chaotic.

Over here...... Is it a prison?

Shi Yuan coughed from time to time and looked to both sides.

Many of the rooms had old blood stains on the floor, which had turned black. There are quite a few small pits in the floor, most likely bullet marks from the past.

Shi Yuan staggered forward.

It's a corridor with no end in sight.

In some of the cells, the iron doors were open, and the sound just heard came from these doors. There was no wind here, and no one else was in sight, but the doors were shaking.

Shi Yuan remembered his notepad, so he took it out and checked the contents on it.

"Warning, don't flip?"

Looking at the handwriting he wrote in an emergency, Shi Yuan felt at a loss.

If you can't read it, why write it?

If these words had been written by someone else, perhaps he would have been confused. However, since the person who wrote was himself, he could fully deduce the mood at that time.

Could it be that the next page is the method of judging hallucinations that I wrote when I was "dying"?

Another cough. Shi Yuan nodded subconsciously, fully understanding the meaning of the words he wrote.

Hallucinations are also divided into different levels. He had "returned" to school and forgotten everything, which was a deep hallucination, in which his brain completely discarded memories related to tasks and the dark world, and was like amnesia and completely unaware of the terrible situation he was in.

After that, he thought he was back in the reality of the dark world, but in reality, he fell into another hallucination. In that hallucination, his memory was restored (except for the method of judging the hallucination), and the control of the brain was returned to his hands, which on the surface seemed to be a relatively easy test, but in reality, this so-called "shallow" hallucination was even more dangerous.

"Maps are useful......"

Shi Yuan read the sentence in a low voice, and then coughed again.

It seems that the body has become a little weaker in the past few minutes. He hunched over and walked forward.

For him now, the backpack on his back has become heavy.

On the screen of his phone, the red dot closest to him almost coincided with him.

He had already discovered that in this dark world, the power of the mobile phone would not be consumed, and it had been full from beginning to end, without any signs of reduction. However, the time has lost its guiding meaning, because the time above shows 99:99.

The hands of the watch also stopped turning, and he had no way to tell the time.

How long has it been in the Dark World?

There was some emptiness in the stomach. He took out a bag of compressed biscuits and ate a few pieces.

He tried to fumble with his hands for the balance stone, but he didn't touch anything.

Is it upstairs?

He looked up, but such a simple gesture almost made him cough and breathe.

He felt like an old man in his last years.

A terrible thought struck me.

He pointed the phone screen to his face and called up the "mirror" function inside.

What he saw was an old face with ravines, cloudy eyes, and thinning hair.

"It's ......"

The sudden startle caused him to cough again. He put away his phone and covered his mouth with his hand.

Suddenly, he felt a sticky feeling in his palms. He spread his palms and found that they were covered in blood.

I'm coughing up blood?

The face in the mirror just now looked at least eighty years old. But at this moment, Shi Yuan felt that he was still getting older.

Does time flow in this building differently than anywhere else? If I die of old age, will I be resurrected?

He panicked and quickened his pace, coughing as he searched for an exit.

However, he suddenly remembered that he could not leave, and he had to find the balance stone as soon as possible.

The water stains and mildew stains on the walls were changing shape, forming terrifying grimaces that slowly bulged outward, as if they were about to break through the walls soon.

Shi Yuan was completely unaware of all this, and continued to walk forward with great effort.

There seems to be a staircase ahead. He quickened his pace.

Somewhere behind him, the grimace on the wall showed traces in the shape of a ghost's claw on each side, and the grimace became more and more obvious.

Eventually, Grimace and Grimclaw protruded out of the wall, eventually becoming one.

A half-black, twisted demon broke away from the wall and crawled on the ground.

Then, more and more demons broke away from the wall and squirmed towards Shi Yuan's figure.

The staircase is right in front of you. Shi Yuan walked over with difficulty and climbed the steps.

Getting weaker and harder to breathe.

He was tempted to get rid of his backpack, but he didn't.

If I didn't have these things, I was afraid that I would have died even worse.

His two hands clung to the handrail of the stairs next to him, and there were more and more blood stains under his feet.

At this moment, he looked extremely hideous, his mouth was full of blood, and his chin, neck, and clothes were also full of blood coughed up.

He trembled and almost climbed up to the second floor.

The sound of dripping water came from several directions. Shi Yuan looked up with difficulty, but was shocked to find that there were people in every cell here.