A dull pain pierced her head, and the voice kept ringing, and the calm tone was like the sharpest knife, stirring her nerves,

"What is true and what is false, can you really tell the difference?"

First her face, then her voice.

Su Nanzhi held the peachwood sword in his right hand, and held his head in his left hand, and in the familiar sound, the ground seemed to be shaking, becoming soft, and he couldn't stand.

She couldn't tell what she was seeing and feeling now, whether it was real or hallucinating.

Obviously felt Lu Yu's breath, and was obviously sure that it was a teammate, how could this be, what was the problem?

"Why your face? Haven't you thought about it? ”

Sunanzhi opened his mouth, and his breathing became rapid.

No way! Can't be led away by this voice.

Why should she think? Why doubt yourself?

"Who the hell are you?" Su Nanzhi asked in his heart.

"I'm you."

Even the tone and laughter are exactly the same.

"Nope! You're not! Su Nanzhi raised his head, his eyes changed from doubtful to determined.

If her teammates are fake, then what she experienced is real, and the puppet doesn't look like her, but it's just an illusion.

The painting on his hand was scratched out of the crease because of Su Nanzhi's strength, and in the blink of an eye, the crease on the painting disappeared again.

But the painting is always there.

Yujin Hospital had seen how powerful it was in that round of games, and it must be using the same method to erode her consciousness.

"Whoever you are, I'll find a place on the painting, and you can shut up."

Su Nanzhi put away the expression on his face, and the vines broke through the air with light green light points to disperse the black fog in front of him, and walked forward calmly.

If it wants to prevent the player from finding the place on the drawing, does that mean she's looking in the right direction?

The moment the black fog dissipated just now, she saw a fleeting picture.

Under the gray sky, a group of people looked at a person in front of them with fear and disgust, and next to them were several corpses with terrible deaths.

Everyone in the picture couldn't see their faces clearly, but she could feel the oppressive atmosphere, the strange eyes, and her heart was inexplicably panicked.

This place is too weird, you need to hurry up and find clues.

Behind him, on the silent and desolate road, the blackened dead branches swayed without wind, and the figure in the black fog slowly raised the corners of his mouth, treacherous and cruel.

——

Su Nanzhi walked past a broken wall and retreated.

If you look closely, it's a second painting on the wall!

"It's a pretty random clue."

As soon as she reached out to take it, she just touched the painting, and suddenly a gray hand appeared from the wall, and the nails were long and pointed.

Su Nanzhi glanced at it, she didn't grab it and pull it out, for fear of catching out another monster that looked exactly like herself, so she only used the purification power to bounce her hand away and take down the painting.

Before I could look closely, something in the wall came out,

This time it's not her face, it's no face, this thing is like a failed clay sculpture, a mess on the face,

It's like trying to call for help, but you can't call out, and you will suffer all the time after death.

Sunan Zhi dodged the spirit's attack sideways, stabbing the peachwood sword straight down into the spirit's body, and even the last shout could not come out of the muddled mouth.

Su Nanzhi raised his hand and shifted his gaze to the painting,

The same painting style, the difference is that the painting is full of blood, and the expressions of the people walking in it are numb, like soulless puppets, and the blood-colored rain falls from the sky, and behind them is the ruins of a collapsed building.

A palace, or a church?

The background in the painting is like a dark night, and it is also like a sky shrouded in black fog.