All of them were subjected to brutal torture, some had their abdomen cut open and their internal organs completely exposed, some had their eyes and ears cut off, some had their limbs cut off, some had their skin stripped off, and some had their bodies pierced with blades......

Shi Yuan's eyes widened. He finally knew that the sound of the drop of water was actually the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

These people are not visible in the Perception Domain, they are supposed to be dead. However, since the blood is still flowing, it is likely that they will not be dead for long.

A strange rustling sound came from behind.

Shi Yuan was startled, and turned his head to look, but only saw an empty and dim corridor, and the cells containing corpses on both sides.

Who are these people?

He turned to the right and looked at the nearest corpse.

It was a distorted, pained face, and it looked very strange. Shi Yuan could only judge from the hair color, nose and other characteristics that he was a foreigner.

Keep walking forward while keeping an eye on the corpses.

The bodies here are not all foreigners, but also natives.

When he walked to one of the cells, Shi Yuan stopped abruptly, his eyes widening.

"Fang Yi Sheng......"

His old voice murmured.

In an instant, countless memories came to mind.

In the cell in front of him can no longer be called a corpse, but a broken corpse, and not a single piece of skin on the body is intact. But the strange thing is that the head is placed upright next to the fence, and the face is clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

That was Fang Yisheng's face.

"Fang Yisheng!"

Shi Yuan threw himself in front of the iron fence and looked at the head in astonishment.

The familiar face did not look bloody at the moment, its eyes were closed, and the corners of its mouth were downward, with deep pain and despair.

Fang Yisheng...... He's dead?

Shi Yuan felt a burst of shock, and his brain became confused.

But at the same time, a strange sense of distortion rose in the bottom of my heart.

Fang Yisheng can't die. Anyone can die, but Fang Yisheng can't!

This thought surprised Shi Yuan.

Why do I think that?

Shi Yuan, who was hunched up, clenched the cold iron railing with both hands, trembling all over.

He suddenly remembered the scene of the fake Fang Yisheng that he had seen in his last hallucination.

At that time, Fang Yisheng asked him if he remembered the words on the back of the page, especially the text on the back of the page before he appeared.

Shi Yuan suddenly thought of a question.

Are those so-called hallucinations what the ghosts show me, or are they my own cranky thoughts that the ghosts have induced me to send out after they disturb my thinking?

If it is the former, then the contents of the hallucinations must be fully known to the ghosts themselves.

Of course, ghosts have many unimaginable and unattainable abilities for humans, such as extraordinary powers, illusory forms, etc., and some of them may be able to easily access the memories of living people. However, even if there are such ghosts, there will not be too many.

The page makes it clear that ghosts can gain access to the full memories of their counterparts. Since it needs to be specifically stated, it means that this is not a common, "one-size-fits-all" capability. Therefore, Shi Yuan's view that "hallucinations are the content of ghosts" seems somewhat untenable.

Well, hallucinations are likely to be the second case - ghosts only interfere with the thinking of the living, and the content of the hallucinations is, in the final analysis, the memories and imaginations of the living people.

Perhaps, hallucinations and dreams are very similar things, and what you see and hear in them is likely to be something you know or have been thinking about, just like thinking about it during the day and dreaming at night.

Of course, there is another possibility.

Hallucinations are a combination of both.

The generation of hallucinations is not only the content deliberately arranged by ghosts, but also the memories and imaginations of the living themselves.

Therefore, the reason why Shi Yuan now thought that Fang Yisheng could not die, and encountered the question of "Fang Yisheng" asking him about the words behind the pages of his book in his previous hallucination, was probably because Shi Yuan himself recalled something important.

The text on the back of the page is not only a guide to the tasks of the bright world, but also useful for the current trials in the dark world.

"It's hard to stand alone...... The Five Elements Help ...... Golden Fire doesn't need to ...... What do these words really mean? ”

Shi Yuan whispered to himself hoarsely, his eyes staring at Fang Yisheng's face.

And in his mind, the faces of Luo Yasen and Liu Tong flashed.

The three of them are indispensable.

He shuddered, and a flash of light flashed in his mind like a lightning bolt.

No wonder......

Shi Yuan suddenly understood the way to break the illusion.

And almost at the same time, the method of how to tell if he was hallucinating was also recalled by him.

On the skin, nothing was felt. No "water film", no stinging.

All of this is an illusion now!

Behind him, the sound of rustling came closer.

Shi Yuan turned around again, but was horrified to find that countless half-body demons were crawling on the ground, surging towards him, densely packed, with no end in sight.

He instinctively wanted to exclaim, but it triggered a series of coughs.

He let go of the iron railing, grabbed the strap of his backpack, and limped off into the distance.

And at this moment, a series of miserable wails also sounded on both sides of him.

The corpses in the cell just now were all resurrected and became alive.

They have endured terrible torture, but they are still not dead, no matter how heavy the injuries on their bodies are, they still maintain their state of survival.

"Help me...... Help me......"

"Help...... Help me!!! ”

"Ahhh!!!hhh

The screams were incessant, making Shi Yuan even more panicked.

His body became weaker and weaker, and he could barely stand still.

Can you escape? Will you survive?

Shi Yuan's eyes widened, but he found that his vision was getting blurred more and more.

A gust of wind blew, and the skin of his hands was blown by the wind, dripping with blood.

The wind grew stronger, like the tongue of a huge beast with barbs, scraping off his flesh and bones.

He couldn't even cough and looked at his arms in amazement.

In this strange wind, his arms gradually weathered, and began to shatter from the tips of his fingers into dust, floating in the air.

No! I'm going to die, I'm going to get the most important thing down quickly!

The fingers of his right hand were completely gone, and only the base of his fingers remained in his left hand.

He knelt on the ground with difficulty, laboriously took out the notepad, put the pen in his mouth, and wrote a few words desperately.

What he wrote down was a way to dispel illusions.

"Wood, water and soil, one go"

There was no way to finish writing the word "Qi", and Shi Yuan's vision turned into darkness.

He fumbled, his arms struggling together, and put the notepad in his pocket.

In the darkness, he felt that one of the fastest demons behind him had pounced on his shoulder, biting him down on the neck.