At this moment, the life and death of the three of us.

They are all tied to Zhang Yuchen, who has the lowest Dao line and has only just opened the Spirit Chakra.

The wall of flesh and blood was still wriggling at this time, but it was irregularly wriggling, and it was no longer constantly narrowing as it was just now.

The three of us were back to back, watching around.

However, I can't hear any sound outside, and it's impossible to see what's going on outside.

Zhang Yuchen is like disappearing in our world.

But the reality is that he should be within 10 meters of us.

We're fighting the big-eyed ghosts that confuse us.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes seemed to be lost.

We're getting more and more agitated.

I even took out my phone and glanced at the time.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Because of anxiety, his forehead continued to sweat, and a drop of sweat fell on the screen of his mobile phone.

I ignored it and just put my phone away.

"It's eleven 10, so we may have been trapped in this illusion for almost half an hour."

"Unconsciously, has it been so long?"

Pan Ling spoke.

"Who knows! Now I can only hope that Zhang Yuchen will quickly solve the things outside. ”

I continued, looking at the walls of flesh around me, and didn't slash them.

That's the case, there's no use for fart.

It's all fake, and what you keep doing is a futile effort to consume your own true qi.

We had to wait, but the further we waited, the more anxious the three of us became.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and Pan Ling next to her was worried:

"It's twelve o'clock, it's been an hour, and there's no news yet. Zhang Yuchen, are you okay? Can we really get out? ”

is Pan Ling's words, as if at this moment, it stabbed the heart of each of us.

Mao Jing and I seemed to have fallen into silence at this moment.

For a while, inexplicable panic, fear, horror, nervousness, sadness, and all kinds of negative emotions came one after another like a tide.

The three of us became very uncomfortable.

In my mind, those sad things flashed one after another, uncontrollably.

I am even more inexplicable, at this time, thinking back on my own life experience.

Both parents died when he was a child, and the people in the village said that they were nemesis, and they killed their parents.

There is no one in the village either.

My grandfather took me with him, and he was a forester.

When I was a child, I ran in the mountains with my grandfather.

People look at me like a plague.

My grandfather had a small salary and raised some poultry and crops to support my college education.

I had a good friend in college, Zhang Qiang, who was also killed by me.

My good girlfriend also lost a corpse because of her relationship with me......

Now with a few friends, I am trapped in this building and have fallen into a dead situation.

Everything that happened seems to have something to do with my four dooms.

It seems that I was born to kill others.

The reason why everyone fell into this desperate situation seems to be because I called them, and they came to this building.

Otherwise, everyone would not have fallen into such a desperate situation.

It's like I'm a sinner, it's not like, I'm a sinner.

All of this is my fault......

At this moment, all the negative emotions enveloped me.

Vaguely, I felt like I was depressed.

Everything you look at is in a state of despair, everything you see is your own fault, and it feels like being alive is a mistake.

Only by dying can we be liberated and save everyone......

It is a state, an idea that expands from the depths of the mind, an emotion of the self that comes from the deepest part of the heart.

When I had this thought, there was a moment when I felt the urge to apologize for my sins with death.

My eyes even looked at the fishbone sword in my hand.

However, when I saw the fishbone sword and the eighteen inscriptions on the fishbone sword, my body trembled again.

What am I doing?

What was I thinking?

Do I feel the urge to die? Then why did I go to Master in the first place?

What did I get to this point for?

Isn't it just that you are unwilling to fate? That's why I keep persevering.

God has given me the fate of four misfortunes, but now, don't I have any friends?

Xiaoyu, aren't you still waiting for me?

No, do you care about my master and Uncle Yu?

At home, is there still a grandfather waiting for me to go back?

For a moment, my mind kept asking myself.

These questions, like a basin of cold water, poured from head to toe, and made me instantly wake up from the depression and negative emotions just now.

I shuddered.

Looking at the two people next to him, Mao Jing was depressed, and Pan Ling's tears flowed endlessly.

Both of them are like walking corpses, lost souls.

Especially Pan Ling, at this time, raised the peachwood sword in her hand, which was already clamped around her neck.

The mouth said:

"I didn't kill it, I really didn't kill ......"

I don't know what Pan Ling thought, but she was trying to kill herself.

I grabbed the peachwood sword.

Raising your hand is a slap in the face:

"Wake up, wake up!"

Pan Ling was stunned by my slap, but she was still in a sad mood.

Seeing this, I instantly understood what was going on.

We're in the illusion, and we've been tricked again.

The ghost we are facing now is the kind of ghost that can guide emotions, and it is a ghost that can attack from the spiritual level.

"What a terrible ghost."

I opened my mouth so hard that I almost let us die in our own negative emotions.

On the other side of me, I shook Mao Jing and Pan Ling violently:

"Wake up, this is the trick of the ghost, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

I shook both of them vigorously.

Mao Jing was the first to recover from the loss of his soul.

At this time, he looked at me and subconsciously shouted:

"Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister......"

"I'm not your senior sister, wake up!"

Mao Jing was trembling and sloppy again, and this was the only way to have a glow.

"Just now, just now, I actually wanted to kill myself......"

"It's not just you, it's everybody. This is the way of evil spirits. ”

I opened my mouth fiercely.

This kind of spiritual attack is really impossible to prevent.

At the same time, Pan Ling also gradually sobered up, got rid of that depressive mood, and gasped for breath:

"Just now, just now, I almost, almost did something stupid."

"Don't talk about it, be vigilant. This time, we were attacked from a spiritual level. ”

I continued.

At the same time, I want to determine how long we have been trapped since Zhang Yuchen left.

I took out my phone and looked at the time again.

Half past twelve.

"Have we been trapped for more than an hour?"

Mao Jing frowned.

Pan Ling was also worried:

"That Zhang Yuchen, isn't it ......?"

More than an hour has passed, so Zhang Yuchen must be more auspicious.

At this moment, Mao Jing and Pan Ling were a little depressed.

We couldn't break the illusion, Zhang Yuchen went for more than an hour and there was no news.

What awaits us is probably only a dead ......

However, I looked at my phone and didn't move my gaze.

He whispered slightly:

"Something is wrong!"

"Something is wrong? Something is wrong. ”

Mao Jing saw me looking at my phone and pondering.

Pan Ling also looked at me:

"Time is no problem! Mine is also half past twelve! ”

Pan Ling also took out her mobile phone and said.

"Mine too!"

Mao Jing also took out his mobile phone and glanced at it.

But I shook my head:

"No, this time is definitely not right, Zhang Yuchen left us.

Not an hour, only two minutes at most......"