Syllable!! Syllable!! Syllable!!

A series of slaps against soft skin resounded in the room. ∵ Eight ∵ Eight ∵ Read ∵ Books, .↗.▲o

"Let you read books randomly!!"

"Makes you cranky!!"

Meng Xuan scolded while picking up his own self in his previous life when he was a child with his pants stripped off and jerking it violently, his subordinates showed no mercy, and after just a few slaps, the little child's ass was red, like a ripe peach.

Wow!!

The little kid looked confused, and the intense pain made him cry instantly, and the spirit that had been immersed in the book story recovered.

At the same time, Meng Xuan clearly felt that with the cry of the little child, the aura circulating in the entire city was changing rapidly.

The cloud-shrouded city is rapidly undergoing dramatic changes.

The mysterious and strange aura that made people feel the fear was rapidly fading, all the monsters went back as if going back in time, the clouds in the sky of the entire city had dissipated, and the prosperity and liveliness of the city in the evening had been restored, the faces of the small merchants and vendors and customers on the street flashed ordinary and happy smiles, but after everything he had experienced on that strange street just now, Meng Xuan always felt that these seemingly ordinary and happy smiles revealed a trace of weirdness.

Wow wow wow!!

In the end, he was disturbed by the cry of the little kid in front of him, and then he was small, the two butts of the little kid were already swollen as big as his head, and the little kid was staring at Meng Xuan with a pair of big watery eyes, and looked at Meng Xuan with fear and grievance.

Look at this little kid who looks exactly the same as when he was a child in his previous life.

Syllable!!

He slapped the little boy in the neck, knocked him unconscious, and threw him on the bed.

Looking at the unconscious little kid, Meng Xuan suddenly had a ridiculous feeling in his heart.

I went crazy and beat myself······

Meng Xuan shifted his gaze expressionlessly, and cast his gaze to the window of the room on the side, only to see that it was pitch black outside the window at this moment, and he couldn't see anything, as if he had been sealed by someone with something, he couldn't hear any sound, and he couldn't perceive any movement, as if the prosperity just now was just an illusion.

Is that really the case?

Meng Xuan became more and more sure of the judgment in his heart, he turned his head and cast his gaze on a book that the little boy had landed on the bed.

He picked up the book and could tell that it was a book, the cover of the book was relatively old, and the pages were a little yellowed because they had been turned too much.

"Friendship Street"

Sure enough, it's this book······

Meng Xuan opened the book, looked through the contents of the book at random, and determined that this book was the one in his memory.

This book can be said to be the most impressive book of his entire childhood, and it can even be said to be the shadow of his entire childhood.

This book is not a famous book, and it is not even a bestseller, the author can be regarded as a third-rate writer at best, if it weren't for the fact that he was more obsessed with some monsters and comic books in his childhood, and often went to second-hand book stalls to sweep goods, I am afraid he would not have found this book.

The content described in this book is full of an indescribable evil, weirdness and distortion, which may seem like the fantasies or babblings of a schizophrenic, but there seems to be some deeper fable and revelation in it, and the story, although extremely absurd and bizarre, makes people seem to have a certain understanding. → Eight →. Eight ** Reading, .↓.o≥

The story is about a young man who has just graduated and entered the society, who is frustrated in life and confused, but there is also a young man with young enthusiasm and integrity, who is incompatible with the crowd around him, and one night, by chance, he walks into a street full of horror and absurdity.

This street is called "Friendship Street", this street is full of shocking human ugliness, the street vendors are cold-blooded executioners, crazy devils who eat people and do not spit out bones, but on the surface, they are all honest, friendly, and enthusiastic faces, showing the most sincere smiles to every passing guest.

But in reality, the aunt of the pancake stall is quietly using human flesh to make the most pancakes, some of which are killed customers passing by, and some of which are strangers they don't know; The uncle of the jewelry vendor on the street is quietly using human bones and organs to create exquisite jewelry, and the humans who bring his jewelry will be addicted to it and eventually become his next prey; The owner of the noodle soup shop is even more desperate, as long as the customers who enter his restaurant to eat, they have to pay for their lives to become the ingredients he prepares for the next customer.

Friendship Street only appears at special times, only young people of a certain age can enter it, a large number of young ordinary people die unconsciously, young people tremble, do not dare to stop, bury their heads in the front, just want to quickly get out of this purgatory-like street.

But the further back he went, the more revealing the reality unfolded in front of him, the pedestrians and vendors on the street had human faces in addition to their faces, and their faces were as harmonious and friendly as ever, but their bodies could no longer hide the evil changes.

They are all mutated, missing arms and legs, exchanging their bodies, and hiding their demonic hearts under the appearance of human beings.

The weak endure the pain of cutting off parts of their bodies and giving them to the powerful who dominate in exchange for resources and their own satisfaction, while the strong devour these body parts and become more evil and terrifying.

It's a devil-to-demon deal, a horror that can't even be hidden.

The man was terrified, for pedestrians and vendors had already set their eyes on him, the only one on the street who was intact, the only one who still had a truly human body and mind.

The breath of death was approaching, and he was at risk of being overwhelmed by terror at any moment, full of intense malice, full of terrifying fear and darkness.

The young man could only protect himself, and he tried to move forward, but his steps became heavier and heavier, so that in the end he could not even move an inch.

He felt like he was going to die.

At this moment, he saw a glimmer of hope, and he saw a familiar face, one of the young men who had walked into Friendship Street with him, and at this moment, there was no place like a human other than his human face.

He became one of the vendors, with the same stiff, numb, friendly smile on his face as the others, and the man could clearly see that he had knocked a customer unconscious with a smile on his face, dragged him behind the shop, and then there was a crisp chewing sound and cracking bones.

At this time, the young man finally realizes that the only way to survive on Friendship Street is to become them, become like them, and even take their place, becoming a demon more terrifying than them.

He put on a hypocritical and stiff smile, as if he had put on a thick mask of human skin, and his body began to alienate, eventually becoming a monster like them, he traded with his body parts, got what he wanted, and became a new vendor in the streets - controlling the fate of pedestrians.

Eventually, he succeeded, and he managed to survive on Friendship Street.

That's what the story is all about.

The whole story is full of oppressive horror, like a poem written by a famous poet about a trip to hell, revealing all the blood, but containing deeper meanings, and the occasional hysterical and schizophrenic scene description makes people suspect that the author seems to have serious mental problems, which makes people feel more exciting than watching a horror movie.

However, when he was a child, he watched this book as a book of curiosity and strange things, and the plot of this book left a huge shadow in his young heart, so that for a long time he did not dare to go out at night, until a year or two passed, and as he grew older, this phenomenon gradually disappeared.

But the impressions and memories of this fear were buried deep in his psyche, so much so that after he entered the second consciousness layer, these fearful memories were mixed with a certain degree of normal memories, and the paradoxical and strange horror scenes were concretized according to the plot of the book.

And the root of these scenes, in fact, all come from the original fear of the emotion, embodied in the island illusion, is this at this moment while trembling with fear, but curious to read the little kid, all the chaos around him, in fact, from the little kid's emotional changes, therefore, when he picked up the little kid and jerked, the other party woke up from this fear of emotion, lost the essential support, all the surrounding visions disappeared, back to normal.

If he can't find the source of this illusion, then no matter how strong his will core strength is, he will be trapped in the infinite cycle of fear city, until finally all his strength is consumed by this tide of monsters, and then his spirit will collapse.

"Is this the practice of the second level of consciousness? In this 'island of mind' where volitional information is concrete, is finding the core node of all these things the only way to break the environment? In addition, relying on brute force, you will only be infinitely consumed by the illusion, and eventually die of exhaustion? ”

"The meaning of the second level of consciousness is to control everything in the mind, to understand one's own fears, disgusts, joys, and other emotions, and to be able to surrender and control them?"

"To describe it in an old saying from a previous life, it seems to be summed up in four words......

Meng Xuan muttered in his heart.

Clear-sightedness.

This is how the second level of consciousness gives him.

Sure enough, the second consciousness layer is indeed much weirder than the first consciousness layer, if you can't face your own mind, face up to those forgotten cowardice and flaws, then you may be trapped in your own illusion forever, until you collapse and go crazy.

Unlike other paths, this is not a practice that can be solved by brute force.

Meng Xuan had a deeper understanding of the weirdness and mystery of the spiritual world and the cultivation of will.

The core power of his will slowly unleashed and wrapped the book in his hand.

Airplanes!!

The power of the core of the will shook slightly, shaking the book in his hand into powder.

When the book was broken, Meng Xuan saw the name of the author of the book:

Kroger Lucifer

Then, the book completely disappeared under the power of the core of the will.

Click! Click!

With the disappearance, a huge crack appeared in the entire house, no, the entire fantasy world, as if it was like a building that had lost its pillars, and it was about to fall apart.

Bang!!

When the crack spread to the extreme, a slight sound came, and the whole illusion shattered.

Books, and the fear that books gave Meng Xuan in his previous life, were the core and support of this illusion.

His vision was once again wide, and around him was an endless sky of colourful pastel colours, and in front of him, the surface of a huge floating island was filled with fine cracks, and then completely shattered into a white point of light.

These points of light stayed in the air for a short time, and then, as if they had received some kind of traction, they quickly converged towards Meng Xuan, penetrated into his spiritual body floating in the sky, and became a part of his body.

He could feel that the core strength of his will was rapidly increasing, and the speed of enhancement was even beyond his imagination.

"Is this the power of the second consciousness? If you can absorb it all, what kind of point will it reach?! ”

Meng Xuan was a little surprised by this kind of ascension, he always felt that this kind of ascension didn't seem to be normal, beyond the scope of the second consciousness layer.

However, he didn't know what the others were like when they were in the second consciousness, so he couldn't compare them.

He floated in the colored sky, looked at the other floating islands around him, and did not continue his movements, but groaned slightly.

Although he still has the strength to spare, the exploration of the second consciousness layer is rather weird, so he is ready to make more preparations first, and simply comb through his own memories, and it should be more certain to enter again.

Thinking so, his heart moved, and he communicated with the real world, leaving the second consciousness level similar to the dream.

Airplanes!!

In reality, Meng Xuan felt a vibration in his brain, and then opened his eyes suddenly.

He looked at the room full of various consciousness formations, listened to the melodious music, his face was calm, and he slowly stood up.

He touched his face, touched his arm, and carefully observed everything in this world.

The real air, the fine dust, the smell of "existence", the street not far from the room is full of people, full of life.

Everything is so real that being alive is like a gift from the gods.

Meng Xuan squeezed his thigh hard, and a strong pain struck, so real, so clear.

That's the reality.

"I'm not in a dream, I'm back in the real world, I'm awake ······"

Meng Xuan muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then, he remembered everything he had encountered in the second consciousness layer, remembered his guess, and his calm eyes showed a slight confusion, and his tone became a little uncertain:

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