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"Finally escaped from the illusion!" The moment the ghost closed its left eye, my consciousness returned to my body. I immediately felt a wave of fatigue wash over me, and at the same time, a dull pain throbbed in my left arm where the Voodoo mark was. This long-lost sensation was something that the illusion could not fabricate.
I tightened my grip on the Demon-Subduing Staff, slowly opened my eyes, and glanced at my surroundings from the corner of my eye. I realized I was indeed in that basement; the bathtub filled with human blood was right in front of me, and that eerie ghost still stood in the tub.
A sense of dread crept into my heart as I raised my right hand to shield my eyes, unwilling to look into the ghost's gaze. I let out a cold snort and said, "Hmph, ghost, your illusion may be impressive, but I will not be drawn into it again!"
"Heh heh, is that so? Big Brother, do you think you can block my eyes with your hand?" The ghost's face twisted into an evil grin as it laughed loudly without restraint. From the corner of my eye, I noticed its right eye glowing with a green light, which looked mesmerizing yet unsettling, causing anxiety to swell within me.
"Oh no! I've fallen for it again!" The moment I caught sight of that ghost's right eye, a wave of dizziness hit me, and a strong sense of foreboding surged within. However, this time I didn't feel any pain in my eyes; instead, a chilling sensation invaded my mind.
I quickly turned my head away, closed my eyes, and solemnly recited: "Form Is Emptiness, Emptiness Is Form; Form Is Emptiness, Emptiness Is Form! Buddhist Enlightenment; let there be no thoughts or distractions in my heart! Namo Amitabha Buddha!"
I chanted the Buddhist Sect's Heart Sutra in an attempt to suppress the anomaly in my mind. I repeated the Buddhist Scriptures over and over again, but it only slightly delayed the inevitable; I was ultimately pulled back into the ghost's illusion. My eyes were covered by a layer of green light, and my consciousness began to blur.
"Hmph! No matter how strong your will is, you cannot escape from my grasp!" The ghost sneered as it saw me re-enter its illusion. The green light in its right eye intensified.
After a while, I opened my eyes again and found that my left hand had returned to normal. The surroundings were no longer that basement.
I shook my head and bitterly muttered to myself, "Sigh, I didn't expect to fall for that ghost's trick again. But as long as I persevere, I can definitely escape from this illusion!"
With the experience from before easing some of my fear, I turned to look around and discovered that I was standing on a high platform. In my hand was an incredibly sharp cleaver, its blade glinting coldly with a smear of fresh blood still lingering on it.
"Wait? There are other people here!" In the center of the platform knelt a figure whose hands were bound behind their back, their body rigidly upright. This was the first time I had seen anyone else in this illusion.
“Big Brother, what are you doing kneeling here?” I asked loudly, puzzled, as I quickly walked over. The figure did not respond to me; he didn't even glance my way, remaining rigidly on his knees like a statue.
As I approached, I realized that the person was the Grave Robber I had encountered in Mianyang, Yang Xiaochao. My brow furrowed as I asked in confusion, “Yang Xiaochao, how did you end up here?”
“Please don’t kill me! I beg you, don’t kill me!” Yang Xiaochao looked up at me, his eyes filled with terror as he shouted with a trembling voice.
Hearing his words sent chills down my spine. Could there be others hiding here? Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the cleaver in my hand and cautiously scanned the area around the platform. After a thorough inspection, I found no signs of anyone else.
I let out a long breath and asked Yang Xiaochao, “Phew! Yang Xiaochao, who wants to kill you?”
“Please, Jiang Ling! Don’t kill me!” Yang Xiaochao looked at me with fear in his eyes, leaving me momentarily speechless.
“Yang Xiaochao, we’re friends! How could I possibly kill you?” I shook my head and prepared to untie the ropes binding him so he could leave. However, suddenly I found myself unable to move; an irresistible force was controlling my actions.
“No!” My expression darkened as an ominous premonition surged within me. Under the influence of that force, I gripped the cleaver tightly and raised it high above my head, aiming for Yang Xiaochao's neck.
With a swift motion, the blade fell. A spray of hot blood splattered across my face as Yang Xiaochao's head rolled onto the ground, coincidentally coming to rest at my feet. Looking down, I saw his eyes wide open, filled with resentment towards me—clearly unable to find peace even in death.
“So this is the ghost's method? Truly despicable!” My face darkened to an extreme as fury burned in my eyes. Although I knew this was an illusion created by that ghost, personally severing Yang Xiaochao's head left my emotions tangled and stirred a hint of murderous intent towards that ghost.
After a while, another figure approached and knelt beside Yang Xiaochao's corpse. This figure leaned forward as if waiting for me to strike again.
I recognized him as my high school buddy Hu Yalong and shouted urgently, “Fatty! Get away! I can’t do it!”
Hu Yalong seemed unable to hear my words, kneeling there stiffly, not moving at all.
My body was once again controlled by that force, and panic washed over me as I shouted into the void, "Damn it! Ghost, stop right now! If I get out of here, I won't let you off the hook!"
My threats had no effect. Under the control of that force, I raised the Cleaver in my hand once more, and with a swift motion, I brought it down, severing Hu Yalong's head.
Hot blood splattered across my face again, the thick metallic scent invading my nostrils. My stomach churned violently, and I crouched on the ground, retching loudly.
"Who is it this time?" I stood up from the ground and saw another Figure approaching. It was Qu Liang.
"Ghost, when I escape this illusion, it will be your end!" In this illusion, I had slain many familiar faces, even Qu Liang fell beneath my blade. My heart began to numb, and my murderous intent towards that ghost grew stronger.
(End of Chapter)
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